Steadfast Love
Stories
Sharing Visions
Divine Revelations, Angels, And Holy Coincidences
My brother died on March 15, 2001, at the age of 56. We were very close and each of us always knew when something was wrong with the other. His death was a very difficult adjustment for me.
I felt his presence, his spirit, was still with me. He had a great sense of humor and was the one who always lightened the grief in the family at a relative's passing by recalling funny stories. He had a firm belief in the eternal life that is promised us by the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. He faced his death bravely and without fear.
Several months after his death, he visited me in a dream. In this dream, someone was trying to wake me. I am very difficult to wake up in the morning. I felt like water was being thrown in my face and I could feel someone reaching down and giving me a kiss on the cheek. I screamed in my dream and said, "Okay, I'm awake! You didn't need to throw water on me!"
When I opened my eyes, no one was there. My face was dry, except for the kiss on my cheek. I knew my brother had come one more time to say the good-bye we didn't get to say at the time of his death. He came to tell me it was all going to be all right.
Vickie Eckoldt
Having the greatest grandparents anyone could ever have was a real blessing for me. So, when my grandparents died, it left a big void in my life. Grandpa passed away first. A week after his funeral, I was asleep one night when I heard his voice call my name. Then he appeared for a brief moment, with that beautiful smile on his face, and said to me, "I'm fine, I'm happy now, so please don't cry for me anymore."
Two years later, a similar event occurred after Grandma's passing. She appeared wearing the blue dress she was laid out in, and she said, "I am happy now that I am with Grandpa. We are fine, so stop shedding so many tears. I will always watch over you." And then she was gone, but I have felt her presence many times when I needed her.
I was 25 years old when my father passed away after a six-month battle with lung cancer. Mother could not accept that her husband was dying at the age of 52. She left it to me to make all of the funeral arrangements.
One night, not long after the service, a foggy, white haze hung over my bed. Inside the haze I saw a vision of my father. He was healthy again. I watched as he looked around his grave at the cemetery. His eyes met mine and he whispered the words, "You did a good job." Then he smiled at me and was gone. I will always cherish this beautiful gift.
I felt his presence, his spirit, was still with me. He had a great sense of humor and was the one who always lightened the grief in the family at a relative's passing by recalling funny stories. He had a firm belief in the eternal life that is promised us by the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. He faced his death bravely and without fear.
Several months after his death, he visited me in a dream. In this dream, someone was trying to wake me. I am very difficult to wake up in the morning. I felt like water was being thrown in my face and I could feel someone reaching down and giving me a kiss on the cheek. I screamed in my dream and said, "Okay, I'm awake! You didn't need to throw water on me!"
When I opened my eyes, no one was there. My face was dry, except for the kiss on my cheek. I knew my brother had come one more time to say the good-bye we didn't get to say at the time of his death. He came to tell me it was all going to be all right.
Vickie Eckoldt
Having the greatest grandparents anyone could ever have was a real blessing for me. So, when my grandparents died, it left a big void in my life. Grandpa passed away first. A week after his funeral, I was asleep one night when I heard his voice call my name. Then he appeared for a brief moment, with that beautiful smile on his face, and said to me, "I'm fine, I'm happy now, so please don't cry for me anymore."
Two years later, a similar event occurred after Grandma's passing. She appeared wearing the blue dress she was laid out in, and she said, "I am happy now that I am with Grandpa. We are fine, so stop shedding so many tears. I will always watch over you." And then she was gone, but I have felt her presence many times when I needed her.
I was 25 years old when my father passed away after a six-month battle with lung cancer. Mother could not accept that her husband was dying at the age of 52. She left it to me to make all of the funeral arrangements.
One night, not long after the service, a foggy, white haze hung over my bed. Inside the haze I saw a vision of my father. He was healthy again. I watched as he looked around his grave at the cemetery. His eyes met mine and he whispered the words, "You did a good job." Then he smiled at me and was gone. I will always cherish this beautiful gift.
