I saw her last night. She was with You. There was a meadow or a field or something. It was a green place…full of life.
She had on her boots. The ones she gave Maile. She was wearing her cowgirl outfit. You know the one she sewed herself with the material that she put on layaway at Leonard’s Department Store in Fort Worth? Yes, that’s the one.
You were sitting in a random chair at the top of the hill. She was dancing. She was so young. I just stood there and watched her beauty shine. I never saw her like this. She always looked like my mom. It was how I saw her.
She was skipping.
You were smiling at her. And then You smiled at me. Then she saw me.
I waved. Her smile brightened and she laughed. She laughed that loud, cackle laugh that I heard even in her hospice room. It was a lovely sound.
The trees swayed. She twirled around in her freedom. You were constant joy… just there.
I came closer and knelt. I put my head in Your lap. Your hand covered my head. Her hand pressed my shoulder. I heard her voice.
And I woke.
Thank you, Jesus…for this dream.