December 19, 2020
I had the most beautiful vision. Tom and I were sleeping peacefully in bed and I was laying on my left side, facing him. I was standing outside of my body, at the head of the bed, looking around the room. Jesus and Connor were standing beside me at the bedside where I lay sleeping. The most beautiful, heavenly, glistening light surrounded them and lit up the entire room. The light was brightest within and around them and extended outward. Connor was standing closest to me. He was a little older than when he passed away, the age I think he would be now if he was still on earth. He was noticeably taller and perfectly healthy (no wheelchair, no Batten disease) and happy beyond what I can possibly describe in words. He still had that gorgeous, curly Greek- looking head of hair. Jesus placed his left hand on Connor’s shoulder. Connor looked up at Jesus and smiled. Jesus smiled back at him. Then Connor and Jesus both placed their right hands on me as I lay there in bed. When they touched me, their love and light filled my body…with warmth, peace, comfort, hope, and a sense of home.
I woke up shortly after that in total awe of what I had just experienced and let it all soak in. I had the biggest smile on my face. The place where Jesus and Connor were standing next to me is where Connor’s hospital bed used to be, Connor’s Superman urn sits not far from that in a special place on the mantle in our room, and his prayer tree is in that corner. There is no doubt that this area of our home is a very sacred space. In the midst of my profound grief that has done its best to swallow me whole lately, I was given the most beautiful gift by Jesus and Connor themselves and I will forever be changed by this experience.
Merry Christmas to all of my family and friends. I pray that your lives be filled with the love and light of Jesus.