Last night I had a very interesting dream. In it, I was trying to get ready for school (I'm a teacher). My clothes kept changing from red to white and back again. I had a terrible time finding shoes to match! (LOL) My Jewish friend was waiting for me and we were late, very late. My son hopped into the car and my mother was telling me something about saying good bye to my husband but her words were garbled and being late, I ignored them. I was going to drive, but my friend's car was ready and so we got into hers, but I had a difficult time getting into the seat and we actually drove a bit with the door open and me hanging on for dear life.
Once in, things settled down and she began to sing in Hebrew. I hummed along and then my big brother, Lee, started singing. My friend asked what language he was singing in and I said, "He is speaking true Hebrew!" She kinda looked at me as if I were nuts and I got excited and explained. My brother, Lee, has been dead for four years (actually seven). He CAN'T be here. I turned to Lee and gave him a great big hug and with a giant grin I said, "Then the dead in Christ will rise and we who are alive and remain will be caught up together with them in the air to be with the Lord forever." He smiled, continued singing and I just couldn't stop smiling and hugging him.
Are we there yet? I hope so.