“But after he considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream…”  ~Matthew 1:20

My dad passed away on October 14, 2011.  It is hard to believe that the year turned into an event that we weren’t really expecting.  That is the hard part of life, while you can think you are prepared, often we are not.  I am not sure how it will feel to always think of my dad’s passing in the year 2011.

My family is far from perfect.  We definitely have family patterns that have passed down to this generation with our own twist on them.  At times, we lack accountability for our actions, and often take for granted what God has given us in each other.  When I write of what is going on in my life and how it relates to my family, I don’t want you to think we’ve got it together perfectly!  There were many times where my dad could be heard saying, “Just let it go!  What does it matter!!” when the bickering and arguing would begin.  Of course, he didn’t always feel that way with politics…he became very passionate about it the last five years of his life.

All that said, I pray that I am right in thinking that my family’s arguments, bickering and willingness (sometimes!) to look at the less-than-perfect parts of who we are, have taught us how to come back together after things are less than perfect between us.  We’ve had some pretty ugly disagreements…but, in the end, we are family.  I know for a fact that my dad’s illness and his death has helped me to start to reframe what family exactly means to me.  What I want to hold on to, what I am willing to put up with, and what I want to put down.  How I play into what I don’t like and how my actions impact others.  I am finding that family time together (on either side–Mark’s or mine) is not one of those thing I want to reduce…I once heard a story of a prominent Christian couple who got down on their knees every day asking God that their family circle in heaven remain intact and be unbroken in their children, their grandchildren, and their great-grandchildren, their siblings and their children, and with their parents.  As each year passes, I feel more strongly about this…wanting the same thing…a truly complete circle.

And where does a confirmation of that show up?  In a dream.  Not mine, but in someone close to me.  A vision of my dad that was very vivid, motioning that loved one towards a door.  He was smiling and encouraging, conveying that this person will like what they find on the other side.  Interestingly and honestly, as the dream was being told, I felt a touch of jealously.  I hadn’t been anticipating dreaming of my dad, but I had one…one that I never want to have again.  My dad was growing closer to passing away, and my brother had to say good-bye before my dad had passed.  I woke myself up, sobbing.  It was too painful, and later that day, I told God I did not to relive my dad dying or dream about that again (as my brother was present…I didn’t want to dream of him not being there at the end; having to say good-bye and missing that moment as a family)!  Later that week, this loved one told me of their dream, and I found myself a little envious of them seeing my dad happy (and not dying), the warmth, and the love that seemed to be present.

Well, 90 days come and goes…and once again, I am talking with this loved one.  Again, this person has had an incredibly vivid dream of my dad.  In this particular dream, my dad comes out of a door and gives this person a strong hug.  They can talk, and when this person woke up, they could still feel my dad’s hug.  As we talked more about believing and faith, in how hard it is not to see him anymore, I mentioned how incredibly blessed they were (though painful to wake up from) to have had that moment with my dad.  And again, I find myself with slight pangs of envy.  Not wanting their experience, but wanting one of my own.

Of course, I said little about those feelings, but noticed as the week continued on and rolled into the next, that I was wishing for a dream like that.  While I tried hard to live the last two years with no regrets, I found myself longing to have hugged my dad more.  On Saturday, in my den and alone, I finally allowed myself to come to terms with that regret…to own it.  You know, not those quick, see-you-later hugs, but longer ones…ones that conveyed my love more than my need to go.  I found myself thinking of how wonderful it would be to see him again, even if only in a dream.  Afterwards, I still kept those thoughts to myself and continued on with life–you know, those things that gobble up our time.

One day over the weekend, I came across a verse in the Bible with a study note attached to it that said in the Old Testament, dreams were often God’s way of communicating a message.  I knew it was common in the New Testament…Joseph experienced many.  Peter, Paul, and others were spoken to or moved by their dreams.  So I began to think.  My dad clearly seems to be trying to speak to this person for a reason that I can easily see, and for that, I am eternally grateful even if I never see him again in this lifetime.  If God is letting my dad help keep that circle in heaven intact, then may my dad hear my prayers of “Go for it, dad!!  Don’t stop!”  Yet, …there still was a twinge of longing in me…as I looked at it, I felt a little selfish, a little silly…couldn’t I just be happy with this…

Then Monday morning, a letter arrived addressed to me.  Mark handed it to me on his way to work.  I left it there until right before I was headed out the door to make another delivery.  I decided to open it after I saw the penmanship, realizing it was handwritten.  It was this sweet older lady that I rarely see or hear from.  I haven’t “talked” with her in years, other than she receives our newsletter.  What she said stopped me in my tracks:

“Dear Michelle,

I always feel so touched when you write of your dad and thought of you when I read this page.  I was very close to my dad also and my greatest wish was to have a dream of him.  It took 2 years to happen but in the dream he came up to me on a beach in Florida and put his arms around me and gave me the biggest hug ever.  So I’m wishing the same for you when his spirit is ready.  Love, [her name]”

Okay, wow…what?  How did God do that?  There is no way she could have known how I have been longing for a hug, a dream…no one had heard me grappling with this–well, maybe One…she had no way of knowing of this other person’s dreams.  I have been utterly befuddled this week, in a smiling, joyful kind-of-way.  Blown away by this little handwritten note…

Reflecting on it, I wonder if God is telling me that He knows the longing of my heart even when I don’t want to ask for something so big.  I am just amazed and touched by the reminder that He actually knows what I am grappling with, and my friends, what you are struggling with too.  I also wonder if He is reminding me that He is working on that circle of my loved ones who both me and my dad truly want to see in heaven some day.  And I am even moreso humbled by His love, by my dad’s love for us…and how He repeatedly uses us (you and I, and yes, this sweet lady) to send important messages to one another…

…if we are willing to see, to dream, to follow, to hope, to care, to write, to speak the truth even when it’s hard, to forgive, to turn the other cheek, to serve, to drive, to knock on another’s door, to cook, to bake, to wash, to pray, and most importantly, to love…and all too often, to His glory, it falls in the little things that we do.  Thank You God, and you go, dad!  And I’ll trust that we’ll hug each other again in my dreams someday… 🙂

It all started while on a walk.  Here in Michigan, we have had an unusual amount of warm sunny days in the beginning of January.  It has been rejuvenating as well as encouraging as many January days are down-right dreary.  For a long time, I have felt like I needed to walk on a regular basis, and with all I learned at Mayo Clinic, I really do!  With the unexpected burst of warm weather and a bundle of energy in an eleven-month-old puppy, I recently committed myself to going for a morning walk.  This day, I was out the door as the sun was rising, hidden behind a large ceiling of gray, raindrop-filled clouds that seemed to hang low.  The street lights continued to shine despite the coming of morning, and the rain gently fell from the sky.  All I needed was a light rain coat and out the door we went.

Sometime in early December, I had noticed that a few of the trees still had their fruit on them.  It had fascinated me as I figured the birds would have eaten them by now.  Instead, they were hanging in bunches on the cherry trees all over my neighborhood.  On this particular morning, they were bathed in rain drops that seem to be glistening dots of shining light reflecting the stillness of the gray day.

As I walked by each tree, these little drops of water hanging from each berry captured my attention.  I chuckled at how they were continually drawing my eye on these walks.  I am not sure if it was the dark redness of the cherries contrasted to the emptiness of a tree with no leaves, or whether it was something calling me to think deeper as the cherries hung there with hundreds of raindrops clinging to them.  I had repeatedly found myself thinking of the Scripture where Jesus talks about trees that bear fruit versus those that do not.  It seemed to me that I had a whole neighborhood full of these trees to tell that story.

Down the way a bit, we have a little park that has a path that winds between two small ponds.  It was at this bridge that I stopped with the dogs to take a look out over the water.  It was lightly raining, ever so lightly more than a mist.  For some reason, I just wanted to take in the moment with nature.  To my surprise, the wind was still and the top of the water was like glass.  You could see all the little ringlets of water as each raindrop splashed into the pond.  Much to my surprise, dotted among the smaller ones were these bigger splashes.  As I looked up, I realized that the bigger trees leaning over the pond were collecting the smaller raindrops together and releasing a much bigger one that was creating these larger splashes.  The interesting thing is that you could barely see either as they were falling; it was their impact that made them more visible.

A thought crossed my mind as I looked up at these bigger trees, that had grown taller than the others:  What if this is a picture of us and why we are to seek to grow closer with God?  For me, I often see these incredible paradigms in nature that declare the glory and majesty of God…these wonderful examples that call to us to remember that this world was designed and created, not by random chance, but an amazing God who is calling to each of us.

As the thought rumbled around in my mind, I thought of how God has designed almost every plant to reach up towards the sun.  While I don’t believe that the created is to be worshiped, what if this is an example for us?  What if this is the way we’ve been designed ourselves?  To be continually reaching towards Him.  To grow stronger and closer in our relationship…though the Son is what gives us the strength and power to grow, our part, like the trees, is to reach up as high as we can go.

But the question becomes why and to whose benefit, right?  As I watched these large raindrops fall, my thought turned to the illustration of the bigger raindrop versus the smaller ringlets from the free-falling raindrops, and this beautiful thought came to mind.  God brings the rain, the “nourishment” that we need.  What if this is continually falling around us…God trying to get our attention in the little things, things barely noticeable if you do not stop and pay attention.  The little gifts here and there that pop into our lives to grant us comfort, hope if only for a moment, grace when we aren’t sure how to give it or think we cannot receive it, strength when we are too weak to know how to move forward, or the unexpected love in the kindness of another.  What if these moments are God’s little raindrops in our world?

Looking at the pond, there was a noticeably bigger impact of some raindrops than others, but their size did not originate in the heavens.  It was caused by the trees already here on earth, gathering these drops (or moments) together until they are one and together they fall resulting in a greater impact.  Is that why we are supposed to draw closer to God and stronger in faith?  Is it possible for those who seek to walk in God’s ways that we can pool together God’s blessings and join Him in making an even bigger impact with His raindrops?  That by growing towards His likeness, both individually as well as corporately in a group setting, we can take those moments of strength, grace, insight, love and pool them together for the benefit of the world around us…

I watched with delight as the raindrops burst upwards back into the air and then back down to create these beautiful ripples.  What I noticed is that their ripples were bigger than the adjacent raindrops and they lasted longer.  How true that also seemed to me.  So many don’t even notice the small gifts God gives them each day, but they do seem to see it more concretely through and in the hands or arms of another.  And that bigger drop does not negate or supersede the smaller ones for it is just an accumulation of them.  If our faith is right and our walk humble, than we will realize that in the moments we can impact the lives of another, it is not really us…it is God working through us…the glory still and always will originate in Him.

What an amazing thought to think that God allows us to be a part of those moments in life where we can have a true impact on another.  What an incredible honor and privilege.  I walked home amazed by His creation, humbled by such wonderful thoughts and incredibly grateful for I had needed some inspiration to walk, to write, and to draw closer to Him.  Beautifully, it came on a day I least expected…a dreary, gray day in a mundane task that I was not super excited about.  But that is the beauty of a cloudy day–your eyes are naturally more relaxed and wide open–you’ll be amazed at what you see when your heart is willing!

“Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving; make music to our God on the harp.  He covers the sky with clouds; He supplies the earth with rain and makes the grass grow on the hills.”  ~Psalm 147:7-8