I awoke from a vivid dream around four in the morning. Though my eyes were swollen from all the tears I cried earlier, I began quietly sobbing again, in the stillness of the night. Nobody else was awake in my house. It was just me and my tears, replaying memories in my head like a music player replays my favorite song.
My dream was about my dad, who was very ill. At the time, he appeared to be near death. The day before I visited him at a hospice care center with my husband and two young daughters. We brought him yellow flowers, something cheery to brighten up his cold, stark room. Then, we said our good-byes.
Not many people have the opportunity to exchange final words with a loved one, but by the grace of God, we received a blessing amid our sorrow. I gave my dad a final hug and kiss that day.
Several hours later, I was now wide awake and sobbing in my bed, already grieving the loss of my dad. Then, all of a sudden, I heard the familiar ring tone of my phone. . .
In memory of my dad, I’m sharing the glorious gospel of Jesus. If you’d like to know more about the gospel, or perhaps grow in your study of the Bible, I invite you to download the following Bible study in the Library of Downloads page: