A Comforting Dream
Stories
Shining Moments
Visions Of The Holy In Ordinary Lives
Harold Klug
My healing vision from God came in a dream.
Many years ago, I had my tractor hitched onto a new Case corn shredder and wanted to see how it worked. So, I decided to try it out in the orchard, where the grass was about three feet high. My little four-year-old daughter wanted to sit on the tractor with me, but I told her she couldn't go along. She followed without my noticing. I ran her over, and she died in my arms as I carried her to the house.
At the funeral, I could not stand at the coffin as people came up to grieve with me. I was so devastated that I cried every day for a full year. Then, I believe, the Lord decided I had grieved enough. The Lord is sometimes slow to heal, but he is very dependable.
I dreamed one night that I went into a cemetery that was underground. The caretaker asked if I would like to see my father. I said "Yes," and he pulled a slab out from the wall, and there lay my departed father. The caretaker then asked if I would like to see my daughter. I said that I would, so he took me to a little creek, and there she was, picking flowers and happy.
This vision ended my life of grieving. I thought I would never laugh or smile again, but God showed me that all is well in his care.
My daughter, Linda, was the first to be buried from St. Paul's Lutheran Church in Random Lake, Wisconsin. We had just finished building it, and I was the head of the building committee. It still brings tears to my eyes to tell this tragic story, but the whole, horrible experience made a better person out of me.
My healing vision from God came in a dream.
Many years ago, I had my tractor hitched onto a new Case corn shredder and wanted to see how it worked. So, I decided to try it out in the orchard, where the grass was about three feet high. My little four-year-old daughter wanted to sit on the tractor with me, but I told her she couldn't go along. She followed without my noticing. I ran her over, and she died in my arms as I carried her to the house.
At the funeral, I could not stand at the coffin as people came up to grieve with me. I was so devastated that I cried every day for a full year. Then, I believe, the Lord decided I had grieved enough. The Lord is sometimes slow to heal, but he is very dependable.
I dreamed one night that I went into a cemetery that was underground. The caretaker asked if I would like to see my father. I said "Yes," and he pulled a slab out from the wall, and there lay my departed father. The caretaker then asked if I would like to see my daughter. I said that I would, so he took me to a little creek, and there she was, picking flowers and happy.
This vision ended my life of grieving. I thought I would never laugh or smile again, but God showed me that all is well in his care.
My daughter, Linda, was the first to be buried from St. Paul's Lutheran Church in Random Lake, Wisconsin. We had just finished building it, and I was the head of the building committee. It still brings tears to my eyes to tell this tragic story, but the whole, horrible experience made a better person out of me.
