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December 9, 2009

Dream Meetings

I have always been a believer of Heaven and Hell.
I have always believed in Angels and Demons.
And I have always, always believed that God works in miraculous and mysterious ways.

I had a dream last night.
A very real dream.
A dream that has me wide awake and sitting on the couch writing this blog at not even 7 AM.

I'm waiting to call my daddy.
This was a dream that he needs to know about.
One that, I'm sure is going to either leave him speechless or have him crying to himself.

Last night, I talked to my Grandmother.

I know what you are thinking. Crazy, right? Some of you who read this aren't going to believe me, and that's fine. You'll say that it's just something my mind cooked up, and that's fine too. Whether it is or it isn't, whether God let her come to me {which I am a firm believer CAN happen} or I just conjured it up, I saw her. I walked with her.

We were in her garden, behind my grandparents old house. She and I used to walk out there all the time, looking at the flowers and the vegetables. And last night, that's where we were walking. She came to me the way she looked during my best memories of her. Still older, but she was beautiful. As we walked she got younger, her clothes faded and eventually she was wearing just a white robe and she was back in her youth. It was...breath taking. To be quite honest. [I'm struggling to find words that are accurate enough to describe what I saw, but it was amazing]

As we walked she told me how happy she was. That her and my PawPaw were together and they were happy. She told me how happy she was for me. She never got to actually meet Josh, but she said that I 'did good' and that he was a good man and she was happy for me. She told me that Noah was a 'sport' [that's what she used to call fiesty and rambunctious folks] and that he was a beautiful little boy. She told me she was proud of me, and that she was glad that I was so happy. She told me to tell my daddy that she missed him and she loved him, and for him to 'Get the house.' {My mom and dad are debating on getting my grandparents old house to fix up and keep in the family.}

When she got ready to go, I could see a light. Like Jesus himself was pulling her back to him. She gave me a hug & kissed me on the cheek. I kissed her forehead like I used to, wetold each other we loved one another, and she walked away. When she got almost to the light, she told me that she was watching me and taking care of me.

Unreal isn't it? There were parts of the conversation that only my family and I would understand that I didn't bother to write, but this is the overall gist of my dream. I couldn't even talk when I got up this morning. I don't know where that came from or why, but I'm glad it did. I'm sure that God sent her/allowed me to dream that for a reason. And I wanted to share it with you. I'm trying to wait to call my daddy when it's atleast daylight outside, but I'm anxious to tell him about it.

Anywho. Thought you all would enjoy hearing about that.
Anything like this ever happened to you or your family? Would love to hear from you!

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3 Comments:

At December 9, 2009 at 7:08 AM , Blogger Laura said...

Wow, Courtney. I'm glad this happened, that's pretty cool. Nothing like this has ever happened to me, but that sounds like a very happy dream to have!

 
At December 9, 2009 at 9:05 AM , Blogger Tiffany Marie said...

That gave me goose bumps reading it! Yes! That has happened to my mom before. She saw her dad after he died and talked to him almost the same sort of thing happened where she saw a bright light and he walked off into it! and I had a similar experience but I'll have to tell you about that It's a long story. Mine was more like a warning from God so it was a little scary but so real.

 
At December 10, 2009 at 8:07 AM , Blogger Manic Mommy Meg said...

That happened to me when I was only 12 years old - My uncle and best friend was killed in Coast Guard accident in Washington, the night of the funeral I remember having a dream almost identical, he told me to take care of my mom and my grandma and that he would always be watching and protecting over me. He was like a big brother to me - we were inseperable. I sometimes wish I could have that dream again, just to see him, but I will see him again one day. I'm really happy you got to see your mom one more time! That's wonderful. Have a great day!

 

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