I had the best dream last night: A young Troy Dale (small child) and I pulled up in Grandma Irene’s driveway. She was sitting on her porch with her little dog, Daisy. As soon as she sees us, she stands up, arms outstretched with the biggest smile EVER! You see, Troy was born 9 days after Grandaddy died. Grandma always called Troy her little ‘burden-lifter’. We go inside Grandma’s house, and it is FULL of family members and friends. Suddenly, I cannot find Grandma anywhere. Her house is (was) tiny/small, and I finally find her in the back bedroom taking a NAP on the bed. She was worn out from all the company, I suppose.
I don’t know what any of this means except that:
*I miss Grandma more and more every day and thank God for her tremendous influence on the Christian/mother/Granny that I am today.
*I miss Troy Dale who moved to Houston a few months ago. He gives the BEST hugs ever.
I’m so thankful to God for precious memories and even dreams that can bring our loved ones close to home again.
Be thankful EVERY DAY to God for His blessings – too many to count, you know!
A thankful heart is a happy heart…
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