My Story - Day 2: The Gift
Not a lot of people are aware of this, but I had a brother, Greg. He was born several years before I was, but he passed away before I was born. There were many times in my life where I wish Greg had lived so that I would have a brother. I remember a time when I was about 8 or 9 years old and was really upset to the point of crying over Greg not being alive. God did something that I did not expect a day or so after my crying episode. In my bedroom, I had a cushioned chair. A day or so after my lamenting about Greg, whom I never saw, I was walking across my bedroom and I saw movement to my right. I turned and looked at the chair and I saw a depression in the chair like someone had just sat down in it. For a brief moment, probably split second I had a glimpse of a young boy about my age, maybe a little shorter than me with blond hair...and then that image and the depression in the chair was gone.
Immediately after that happened, the grief I had for Greg left me and I was filled with peace, never lamenting about his death again. I truly believe God had given me a gift to see a brief glimpse of Greg, and then give me peace.
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