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Vision Revealed

One of my deepest sufferings when we lost Ben was the fact that he died alone. I was not there beside him as he made the journey from this life to His Eternal Home. The guilt was great in this mama's heart. I prayed to God to help me through this consuming sorrow.

Not many months after Ben died, my prayer was answered in a most amazing way. I was blessed with a vision of Jesus and Mary coming into his room, each of them taking one of his perfect little hands and walking him to Heaven. It was a very clear, specific vision that I believe God sent to me as a comfort in the midst of my overwhelming grief. His Heavenly mother and her Son were there when I was not. I briefly wrote about it over on his blog.

This morning, I was scrolling through my Facebook feed, when an image took my breath away. There was my vision, almost exactly as I saw it eight years ago! This vision has brought me much solace through the years, and there it was, an image I could see with my eyes and not just my heart.

Isn't it lovely?







   



















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  1. The Lord is near to the broken-hearted, and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18
    Hugs and love.

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  2. What a gift to see your image with your eyes in addition to your heart!
    God reaches us in His way, doesn't he?
    Have a cozy weekend. : )

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