Letting Go Of All The Junk
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Vision Stories
True Accounts Of Visions, Angels, And Healing Miracles
I mean, brothers and sisters, the appointed time has grown short; from now on, let even those who have wives be as though they had none, and those who mourn as though they were not mourning, and those who rejoice as though they were not rejoicing, and those who buy as though they had no possessions, and those who deal with the world as though they had no dealings with it. For the present form of this world is passing away. (vv. 29-31)
Since my fifteen-year-old son, Justin, died five years ago, I have had numerous "happenings" that have been hard to explain, other than that they are all gifts from God. And it is the dream that I had exactly seven months after Justin's death that I will always treasure. In the dream, Justin was glowing from the inside out. He expressed three feelings to me: one, he was very, very happy; two, he wanted me to meet his new friends, at which time I realized we were surrounded by others who also glowed; and three, there was a feeling of peace and love. Since, when Justin was alive, I was always taking pictures, I naturally wanted to continue this tradition and began searching for a camera. I turned from the group, who were arranging themselves for the picture, and scrambled to find a camera. But, as I turned from the light of their presence, I immediately saw darkness and piles of junk. As I dug through the piles of stuff, I discovered one camera that didn't have film, another with a dirty lens, and a third that just wouldn't function. I was totally frustrated. That's when Justin touched my arm and told me I needed to work through all the junk in my life! I woke up laughing and crying at the same time! I've never had a dream of my son since, but it's amazing what comfort that one dream has given me over the years.
Kay dedicates her story to her son Justin Bobholz, 6-20-81 to 7-4-96.
Since my fifteen-year-old son, Justin, died five years ago, I have had numerous "happenings" that have been hard to explain, other than that they are all gifts from God. And it is the dream that I had exactly seven months after Justin's death that I will always treasure. In the dream, Justin was glowing from the inside out. He expressed three feelings to me: one, he was very, very happy; two, he wanted me to meet his new friends, at which time I realized we were surrounded by others who also glowed; and three, there was a feeling of peace and love. Since, when Justin was alive, I was always taking pictures, I naturally wanted to continue this tradition and began searching for a camera. I turned from the group, who were arranging themselves for the picture, and scrambled to find a camera. But, as I turned from the light of their presence, I immediately saw darkness and piles of junk. As I dug through the piles of stuff, I discovered one camera that didn't have film, another with a dirty lens, and a third that just wouldn't function. I was totally frustrated. That's when Justin touched my arm and told me I needed to work through all the junk in my life! I woke up laughing and crying at the same time! I've never had a dream of my son since, but it's amazing what comfort that one dream has given me over the years.
Kay dedicates her story to her son Justin Bobholz, 6-20-81 to 7-4-96.
