Consider the Lilies

 I was going through an old prayer journal this morning and came across this entry:

July 2018

Recently lost my Grandma Saunders, March of this year. Oh, how I miss her presence in my life. The talks, the visits, everything. Last night I had a dream that I was at her house, planting lilies (her favorite). We were all gathered there to celebrate her birthday after her passing. When I looked up into the sky, I saw humongous seashells. I’m not really sure of their significance, but I felt they were there for her to put her ear up to and hear from Heaven what was going on down here. And vise versa. A way of communicating. All of the sudden I looked up and saw her walking toward us, up her driveway. She was coming back to celebrate with us. I just cried. All I could manage to say was “I planted these lilies, thinking you would never see them”!

Some dreams may never make sense to anyone, and maybe they aren’t a gift from God. But this one that I took the time to write down all the years ago, made my heart rejoice today. All of the seeds I’ve (we both have) sewn in prayer and watered in tears, we are now seeing come to fruition. She can see, she can hear, and she is celebrating with us from where she is💗