First off, I don’t care if whoever thinks I’m crazy. Tonight, 01/05/11, at church during the second praise and worship Steven sung a song I can’t recall. I was sitting down and opened my palms to the Lord on my legs. Then I heard my mother say, “Trent, I love you. I am proud of you.” I felt like Jesus was the mediator. I am reminded of when Elijah and Moses met with Jesus prior to His crucifixion. Is this possible? Is it too hard for God? All I know is when I heard this it shook me hard in my inner man to the core. I cried strong tears. I still feel it as I am typing this. This awareness of her pushed me to Him. Love. She showed me unconditional love. I am so thankful for the years I did have with my mother before her departure to see the Lord in glory. She is not dead, but alive. He is the God of the living: Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. I love my mom. I think I forgot that somewhere down the road. She is very real to me right now. I am thankful for this moment. Thank you Lord. It was like a mini-reunion. I feel her right now. I see her weak arms and feel her pure heart of love for me. I feel her approval to me as a son. She was not perfect, but a very good person in spite of her handicap. She was and is always a light. She is alive in me and her grandsons. I miss you mom and that’s okay. I’m your son. I will see you one day with Him. Save a spot for me. Love, Trent.
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