This morning I got up to let Abby out. She always has me up at the crack of dawn so I stumble out of bed, sleep walk into the livingroom and release her into the yard. Then I stumble back into bed for a few more minutes of shut eye.
This morning though I had a very strange dream. I don’t remember anything visually but I could hear someone talking. They were saying, “I”m going to see Jesus soon. I’m leaving very soon.”
I woke up and thought about what the heck that meant. No one in my immediate family is very religious. As I’m lying there contemplating all this and thinking that its now way beyond time I need to get up to make it to work at a decent time, the phone rings. It’s my husband. He is letting me know that his father is on the way to the hospital. He has had a lot of medical issues the past few years, including a kidney transplant and diabetes. He is currently suffering from dementia and had come down with a cold this past week. He seem to be getting better but I guess this morning he was so weak he couldn’t stand.
Okay, this all may be an incredibly coincidence. My father-in-law, who just turned 75 last week, is also a Christian minister. Needless to say, its left me a bit uncomfortable today. Certainly not anything I would share with hubby. I’m going to hold onto the fact that this is probably a coincidence and maybe my brain was just in that mindset where I came from a volunteer meeting at the church last night after work.
Regardless, please think good thoughts for my father-in-law today.