My father passed away last year, on September 19th, 2020. Early one morning while staying with my mother, I had a dream. In this dream I was in a large bedroom, a resting place. This room was a garden room filled with beautiful flowers, trees and plants. My father, my mother and all of my siblings were in this room together and my father moved from one sibling to another and interacted with them, literally “face to face.”

My father was taller than all of us, but in this dream he was eye to eye with each of us. He moved to speak with my brother, and though I could not hear the conversation, I knew and understood what they were saying. My father was expressing his delight in my brother, he was expressing his thankfulness for his service to him. My father’s expression of pleasure was full. My father and I were reaching out to one another. He was holding me, and I was holding him as he was squeezing me tightly.

We were definitely clinging to one another and all that was coming out of both of our mouths was I love you so much! I love you so much! with tears streaming down our faces. Then I awakened from the dream. When pondering this dream, my thought was that this is the way it is in the Kingdom, replaced and restored in the shalom of our Father, walking with Him in the cool of the day in His garden house, His resting place.

Read the full article here: January ’22 Issue 5