A couple of mornings ago, I had a dream. Nothing unusual about that. I dream all the time and remember parts of them. Heck, I sometimes have serial dreams, like the Twilight Zone episode “Perchance to Dream.” Poor Edward Hall’s dream continues each night, each one taking him closer to his death, and then it does. That is off topic, but it popped into my mind. Mine are never terrorizing, and sometimes they are just nonsensical.
The one I am really writing about is different.
For context, I once made my wife promise she would not die before me. I know she cannot control that, it’s just my preference to go first. In this dream, it was like God was there. It was comforting. Never happened before. I was putting together something for Sunday, the Conversations with God series, and He was helping, but not exactly. It was finished. I woke up thinking all I had to do was copy and paste. It was all in the dream. But there was nothing to copy and paste. I would have to write from memory.
The Bible says older men will dream dreams and younger men will see visions. I qualify as older, seventy-four in September. The dream may have taken place in the not-too-distant future or far into the future. It was about my wife and me being together for eternity, first me, then her. I know the Bible says husbands and wives are together until death, but then you get into the idea of being born again. A couple’s marriage cannot be separated by what men do, but if a couple is born again, why not stay together? Jesus said He would prepare a place for us. Maybe that is what I was thinking of.
Scripture never tells us to treat every dream as prophecy. And this was a dream. I really just want to relate it, not turn it into a Bible lesson or a theological debate. At the end of the dream, I felt a deep sense of peace and comfort. There was a light, not a white light or anything dramatic, just a comforting, warming glow. Off in the distance were two children. They were waving. Crying too, I think, but tears of sadness and tears of joy, maybe both.
It is difficult to put the next part into words because I do not have the right words for a soft, comforting voice that called to them, “Do not be afraid. I am taking Grandma to be with Grandpa, where they will be waiting for you.”
So not every dream has a message, but that does not make the dream meaningless. I told it to my wife, and she said little except that it was just a dream. But to me, it does show that God can use dreams to comfort, steady, or reassure a person. It comforted me.
At the end, off in the distance, the two children were still waving, maybe with tears in their eyes, and God’s beautiful voice called again, “Do not be afraid.”
That is not theology. That is comfort.
It is the heart’s way of saying love is not lost, separation is not the end, reunion is real, and God holds the whole family story.




