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“This is Dad, Calling from Heaven.”



I had a strange dream the other night. My Dad called me on the phone. It sounded distant, understandably so- he passed on to Heaven a number of years ago.

“Birg,” he said. “This is Dad…calling from Heaven.”

I was shocked when I awoke. I thought it was utterly cool that he would call me from the Great Divide. 🙂 The Bible makes mention of a banister of Witnesses leaning over Heaven. God gives these particular Saints permission to cross over from time to time to witness to us that are still here. My Dad told me that himself, many years ago.

“Come on! You can make it!” They say, to encourage us.

I dream of my Dad all of the time. He comes to me many times per year, ministering to me, sharing Scriptures and such- we still have a great time, and, truth be told, you can call them “dreams”, but they’re more than that.

I had such a dream a few months ago. Me and my (extended) family were all standing on a high mountain. All of us. My Dad was at the very top and he was turned around, looking back over his shoulder. He looked like a lumberjack and was about 25 years younger. He wore a big smile on his face and was waving his hand to follow him. I knew what the dream meant, for he taught me to interpret dreams many years ago.

It was Christmas day when they took my Dad off of life support. The doctors wanted to see if he would make it through for the next few days without it. Naturally, everybody was gathered together for Christmas festivities, but I stayed at the hospital all day with him. I couldn’t bear for him to be alone on that day. We had a great time, given the circumstances. I’d already been told that he’d been muttering things incoherently because of the medication and such. But no such thing happened on that day.

Instead, he shared two Scriptures with me from the KJV and was as clear as a bell doing so. One of those verses was Titus 1:2-

Paul, a servant of God, and an apostle of Jesus Christ, according to the faith of God’s elect, and the acknowledging of the truth which is after Godliness;

In hope of eternal life, which God, THAT CANNOT LIE, promised before the world began;

And he went on to share with me the comfort in knowing that God cannot lie, does not lie, and will not lie. He took great comfort in the fact that God keeps all of His promises and will absolutely save us. He could accept that he felt like “the chief of sinners” much of the time, but God would ultimately keep His word and deliver him. And so it was.

I didn’t know how much time I had left with him that day. We were best friends at the end, and had been for years. We’d been through so much hell together! But such GREAT forgiveness. And, the Word does say that with much forgiveness is much love. Those who forgive the most, love the most: he surely taught me that.

I hugged him then, and fell on his neck and told him that it was a total privilege to be his daughter on this side of Heaven.

“I’ll see you up there, Dad. Save me a seat.”

And there was nothing more to say.

I thought that there would be a big gap after he died. But really, we’re still very close and “death” only stands as a doorway that he crossed through into LIFE. Even so, I’m glad he takes time out of his busy schedule “up there” to still give me a call. :0)


4 responses

  1. yvo

    Oh Lordy I LOVE this B!!! Absolutely fabulous. I am shining with joy just reading this. God is awesome truly awesome. What a beautiful life affirming post and testimony. Thank you for sharing. xx

    August 1, 2014 at 2:20 am

    • Hey, thanks for reading it, Y. :0) I see we’re both getting in our late nights before school starts again!

      Now. I have only one question. Do you want your taffy with or without sprinkles? (Shipping tomorrow!) xo

      August 1, 2014 at 2:28 am

  2. yvo

    Re: taffy: I leave that in your capable loving hands!! yeah still smiling from this post. I am fortunate to have had a visit with my Mom the day after she passed and it changed me.I don’t know what the rules are in heaven, but I feel she passed her unfinished dreams and beautiful hopes for me into a place in my heart and spirit. so maybe we are the same kind of “nutz” but I am grateful and humbled by these mysteries. x

    August 1, 2014 at 3:22 pm

    • Ok- no sprinkles. And I went ahead and went with the butter- how could I not?! (But be forewarned, this stuff is pure sugar. Eat at your own risk! That said, it’s the ultimate guilty pleasure. :0)

      And hey, I fully believe that your Mom did just that. You know, as Spiritual beings, we’re capable of leaving our “mantles” with others as we depart this earth; not unlike Elija to Elisha. My Dad told me 25+ years ago that his mother had a prophetic mantle on her that was passed on to him. He said that when he died, it would go to me, and then Heidi (my first born) after me. Those types of things are preordained and written in our Books. With those special spiritual blessings also come extra pain and sorrow that accompanies every mantle/annointing.

      That might explain some of the “stuff” we both have to endure-but hey- it’s worth it in the end. I have no doubt that you touch and change many lives, and I do believe that your Mom is shining down on you from Heaven, just as my Dad is me. Love you, Sis! xo

      August 1, 2014 at 4:32 pm


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