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Joan Wester Anderson, who is a member of Group Beyond Blue at Beliefnet Community, has just started featuring her angel stories as part of her journal on her page.
For example, I found the following story, “Angel in Her Dream,” in her most recent journal entry. If you’d like to discuss these stories visit her page in the Community (you can go to my friends and click on Joan Anderson, or you can go to “members” at Group Beyond Blue), or you can banter back and forth about angel stories on the “angel” discussion thread I added to Group Beyond Blue.
During the summer of 1982, Kaye Terry’s beloved grandmother’s battle with cancer reached its peak. “This was an extremely difficult summer for me,” Kaye says. “I was going through a divorce, my daughter was taken across state lines and my parents were going back and forth from their home in Texas to me in Georgia, to my grandmother’s farm in Kentucky.” Everything was in an uproar.
“One night I had a vivid dream of a particular field on my grandparents’ farm in Kentucky,” Kaye says. “My grandmother was walking across the field as a young woman. It was a beautiful spring morning, the breeze was blowing gently, the air smelled of the flowers and I could hear the barking of dogs. My grandmother was striding towards someone coming out of the trees—it looked like my grandfather—when she stopped and turned to face me.
“Everything is going to be okay,” Kaye’s grandmother said to her in the dream. “Your daughter will be returned to you safely, and I’ll be watching over you. Tell your mother that I love her very much.”
“She was surrounded by such a peace and calmness that I wanted to run and join her,” Kaye says. “But about that time, the dogs and the man had finally reached her. She turned and waved good-bye and reminded me again that she would be watching over me.” Slowly the dream ended.
The next morning, Kaye’s mother, who was in Texas at the time, called Kaye. “Mom,” Kaye said, “Grandmother died last night, and she said to tell you that she loved you.”
Kaye’s mother was astonished. “How did you know?” she asked. “I was calling to tell you that.” Kaye told her about the dream.
People often dismiss dreams as being nothing more than figments of our imaginations, or emotional debris. But God often communicates with us in dreams, and Kaye is certain that this experience was a true message. Why?
The man who came to greet her grandmother, Kaye is sure, was her grandfather, who had died thirteen years before. Kaye had never encountered him in a dream before this moment, or since. And in another endearing and personal touch, all of the dogs accompanying him were pets this couple had had during their marriage.
Kaye’s daughter was ultimately returned to her, and the two moved to Texas to be with Kaye’s parents. “I can still see my beloved Grandmother walking across the field as a young woman,” Kaye says today. “And in times of great turmoil or stress, I can feel her hand touching me softly, whispering in my ear and telling me that everything will be all right.” A message that heaven brings to us all.
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posted January 16, 2008 at 5:02 am
When my own late, sainted mother passed away, it was after years of medical issues whih had limited her movement. Rhumetoid arthritis had crippled her to the point where her hands looked like talons(Effectively ending a lifetime as a pianist and she had endured a knee replacement which, though termed “successful” nonetheless left her with a serious mobility/pain problem. shortly after her death, my younger sister’s mother-in-law, who had attended church with my own mother for years and knew hr well had a dream wherin my mother walked into a room full of people, tossed aside her cane and actuallyRAN around the perimeter of the room! One of the details Ruth stressed when relating this dream was that Mama looked like she had years ago when she and Ruth first met. i’ve always believed that Ruth’s dream was confirmation that my mother had indeed reached that destination where there are no more tearsm pain or sorrow. It was uplifting when I first jeard it, and continues to be to this day. No angel, perhaps, but a similar knd of message for those of us left behind when she died. I totally believe that G-d sends us “dream messages.” Throughout the Bible there are dream stories which gave succor to mere mortals, “Jacon’s ladder not being the least of them. What a glorious God we serve who cares enough about us to allow these kinds of messages to get through to us!
posted January 16, 2008 at 9:41 am
On January 12, 2005 my 7 year old daughter passed away from a cerebral hemmorage in the brain. On her birthday which was March 28th I was walking to work. I had always said that it happened so suddenly I never got a chance to tell her how much I loved her. Well like I said I was walking to work this day and I saw a shiney object close to the sidewalk but I did not pay it any mind. As I continued to walk a lady says to me, here it is miss. She picks up a tiny object from the ground and assumed that I had dropped it because I did glance down. When she asked me was it mine I stated no. She then said well keep it anyway. It was a little pendant that said “I Love you Mommy”. As I turned around to see if the lady was there, she was gone. No where to be found. I then looked up and said thank you Neyal because I knew that my daughter had sent me a message to tell me that she loved me. I wear this pendant everyday around my neck.
posted January 16, 2008 at 6:59 pm
When my Dad’s Father “Grandpa” (Mom’s Dad was “Poppa”) passed away I was quite young and it really bothered me durring the wake how all the relatives were gathered like vultures. I did’nt want to approach the casket. I prefered to remember Grandpa as he was. A night or so passed when about two in the morning I had the most vivid dream. Grandpa came walking up our stairway and down the hall. He looked to be about 30ish, which was strange to me naturally. He was’nt wearing his glasses, and he was smiling. I had such a profound feeling of peace and security. The next morning my Mom asked me if I had knocked on her door in the middle of the night. I told her no, but I know who did! Then I explained the dream, she was understandably skeptical. I’m convinced however he came to let me say Goodbye and to know he was Okay.