When prayers go up, blessings come down. ~Author unknown
Those who know me well know how hard it’s been for me since my beloved Sheltie Dallas left for the Rainbow Bridge back in March.
Not a single day has gone by without my thinking of, and praying for, him.
But it’s taken nearly seven months for me to dream about him, and what a vision that turned out to be!
I dreamed my son Domer and I were in a car traveling on a single-lane road that had gravel where the tires should go and grass between them. Domer was at the wheel.
Suddenly, he said, “There he is!”
And I said, “Stop! Let him in!”
When Domer stopped the car and opened his door, Dallas leaped inside, across Domer’s lap, and right into my arms!
I tell you honestly, I could feel him, feel the weight of his body, feel the warmth radiating from him, feel his lustrous furs. It was heavenly!
And I finally knew the peace that comes when somebody you’ve loved and lost returns to you, if only for an instant.
If only in a dream.
Now, this story would be magical enough if it ended right here.
But it doesn’t.
The day after this dream, I was talking on the phone with Domer and described it for him, just as I have for you all.
And he stopped.
I heard him take a quick inhaling breath, and he said, “Wow!”
“What?” I asked.
“It’s just that, some time ago, you sounded really sad over missing Dallas and not being immediately able to find a new pup to love. That night, I prayed that God would send you Dallas to cheer you up. And it worked.”
Oh, my. It did, indeed.
And I still get chills when I realize just how caring my son is and how powerful prayer can be!