i was reading this post by allie a little while ago, about the guy who was eaten by the shark. she said 'Apparently his wife saw him being shaken around by the shark. Unthinkable trauma. It is unreal to think that life for the rest of us just goes on, but in a second, her life has changed forever.' and that suddenly made me remember something that happened to me. a bittersweet experience.
on the night after ronnie died, i had a dream. well, actually i think it was more like a vision, but whatever. i don't know about you, but i dream in pictures. almost like a movie. i was dreaming that i was lying on hundreds of hands. lying. not sitting or standing. lying. and these hundreds of hands were lifting me up. lifting me up to the light and warmth of GOD.
the implication of this dream was very powerful. i was lying on all those hands. those hands symbolized everybody who loved me, knew me, or even had just heard of me or of ronnie or francois. or just heard of the plane crash. the hands that lifted me up to GOD were all the many, many prayers, of the many, many people, who were lifting me up to HIS light. HIS warmth. His strength.
at that moment i knew that no matter how difficult things were, below me was the prayerful support of many people, and above me was HIS comfort. and i knew that i would be ok.
ps. all these years i have been looking for someone who could paint/draw a picture of that for me. not big, A4 or smaller. just to place somewhere as a visual reminder of that feeling of comfort. if you can, please tell me?
