Friday, Mom planned to pick us up at 1. As she was ready to leave, CBN called her cell. Almost letting it go to voicemail, she changed her mind & answered. A kind voice asked her how she was doing. Though I’m not sure how, they knew of Dad’s passing.
Gently, this lady began to relate to Mom, as a widow. In the days following her own husband’s passing, a lady from her church had approached her. Through a dream, she’d seen this woman’s husband, baking bread in Heaven. For the Marriage Supper of the Lamb, she said. Stunned, the caller confided in this woman she barely knew, that despite a career in another field, baking bread had been his passion. He’d often served God on Earth through his baking.
Feeling uplifted, it had eased her grief. Then, she’d asked Mom what Dad’s passion had been. Well, that’s simple- horse training. Perfectly timed, she told Mom what a privilege it would be for Dad to be training the horse that Jesus would arrive on for The Second Coming.
Now, I don’t know if Mom had been grieving right then. Maybe Dad was on her mind. I’m sure the woman who called will never guess how much that call meant to Mom or to me.
Christmas Day at 3:52 AM will be one year since Dad became a resident of Heaven. Being that Heaven is eternal happiness; horses would be near to him. Whether or not he’s training Jesus’ personal horse, I don’t know-yet. But, I will remain excited to find out.
If you ever wonder if you should call that person who’s on your heart, call. You will never know whether or not your timing is perfect, but it may make the difference in a day or a life of the person who call.