{"id":622,"date":"2017-03-29T07:53:23","date_gmt":"2017-03-29T12:53:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/?p=622"},"modified":"2017-03-29T08:05:03","modified_gmt":"2017-03-29T13:05:03","slug":"my-hug-from-heaven","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/2017\/03\/29\/my-hug-from-heaven\/","title":{"rendered":"My Hug from Heaven"},"content":{"rendered":"

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This morning between 3 a.m. and 4 a.m., I had an extraordinary dream\u2026<\/h6>\n
I was in my mom\u2019s house. Mark was standing in the kitchen and on the counter were several bags of coffee. It was a brand I\u2019ve never heard of and Mark asked where it came from and what it tasted like. I said I don\u2019t know I\u2019ve never seen it before. It looked organic. LOL!<\/h6>\n
When we were growing up, my mom would get us up every morning to get ready for school. She\u2019d make us breakfast and she\u2019d make us coffee with sugar and cream. It was delicious. I could drink cream and sugar back then. Now I drink my coffee black with two Sweet n\u2019low (the pink one). I know Sweet n\u2019low, is not good for me, but I don\u2019t care for the taste of any of the other sweeteners and there\u2019s not a whole lot I enjoy anymore because of the diabetes so, allow me this one indulgence.<\/h6>\n
In my dream I was missing mom a lot. There was that empty feeling in the house. I went over to another counter and wrote her a letter. I told her that I missed her and that I loved her and many other things I thought would be interesting to her if she was here.<\/h6>\n
Then I opened the refrigerator and looked inside, it was bare. With only some kind of root looking things, some dried up celery, and not much of anything else. I wanted to make some pancakes but there were no eggs, no milk and no flour.<\/h6>\n
If you knew my mom you\u2019d know she always kept her fridge full of wonderful food. She was organized and extremely clean. I\u2019d say to the point of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) \u201cAnything worth doing, was worth doing right<\/em>\u201d I heard her say\u00a0this many times.<\/h6>\n
She loved people and she loved food. Even with the cancer, she made sure her grocery list was made out and that someone went to the store to purchase these items for her, so that her cabinets were always stocked with food.<\/h6>\n
As I closed the refrigerator door I turned around and there was mom. She was standing there smiling her big beautiful smile. She was wearing a vibrant red suit with little gold buttons and her hair was done. Mom always made sure she was dressed nice and had her hair done. She\u2019d say, \u201cWe are Ambassadors for Christ.\u201d She was a classic lady\u2026reminded us of Grace Kelly, Princes Grace. Anyway she looked to be about forty-five and she glowed. Not like a bright light coming out of her, no\u2026she looked natural but so happy. I ran and we embraced each other, there was so much Love coming from her\u2026it was like being wrapped in a warm blanket. In our family our hugs are usually quick, with a little pat and then release. But this hug was captivating and when I went to release her\u2026she held on\u2026it was pure and total love that I felt\u2026I never felt that acceptance before\u2026 there was no judgment or fear or uncomfortableness\u2026I was filled with happiness, not sadness\u2026and I was so touched by this love that I can\u2019t even explain the feeling\u2026it was just, total complete love\u2026<\/h6>\n
It is a warmth full of grace, and nothing like I\u2019ve ever experienced in this life ever\u2026<\/h6>\n
Bob, your hugs come close but this was a hug from Heaven\u2026<\/h6>\n
I thought well maybe she\u2019s coming to tell me that I\u2019ll be going home soon\u2026because she died in July of 2016, and since that time, I\u2019ve felt her presence many times but always with sadness and grief\u2026and I\u2019ve only dreamed about her one time and she was at a distance in a kitchen cooking. God letting me know she was happy and secure. This is the first time we\u2019ve actually come face to face with each other since she died. And it was such a happy time.<\/h6>\n
Then I woke up and I had a smile on my face. I was secure and there was no grief at all\u2026And I heard the Holy Spirit say to me\u2026\u201dYou have nothing to worry about\u2026it is not your time yet\u2026I have a few more things I need you to do so you\u2019ll be staying a while longer\u2026then I was sad\u2026LOL\u2026because I\u2019m totally ready\u2026I\u2019m ready to go home\u2026I don\u2019t want to leave Bob, or the family, I want to see my grandchildren grow up and share in their lives\u2026but if God wants to take me then that\u2019s OK with me too\u2026<\/h6>\n
I know a whole lot of you are praying for me\u2026and I believe that this dream is a result of those prayers\u2026Thank you. Thank you so much.<\/h6>\n
And thank you Jesus for giving me this special gift this morning\u2026<\/h6>\n
If the love that came through my mom was any indication of what heaven is like\u2026then do not tarry\u2026for I am more than ready to go.<\/h6>\n
But I\u2019m also willing and ready to do whatever it is you have for me to do while I\u2019m still here\u2026<\/h6>\n
Because I\u2019ll carry this new love with me forever\u2026<\/h6>\n
Hugs will be different from now on\u2026and the grief that I carried has lifted and I\u2019m truly happy because I know my mom is happy and joyful and thrilled and pleased with her children.<\/h6>\n
Thank you!<\/h6>\n
–Marla Shaw O\u2019Neill March 29, 2017<\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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