Worth Waiting For
Stories
Shining Moments
Visions Of The Holy In Ordinary Lives
Ruth F. Piotter
One day, exactly ten months after my husband, Paul, died, I was standing in an open area outdoors and saw three figures approaching me, walking very briskly. When they got closer, I recognized them to be Paul and both of my parents. My father died in 1937, my mother in 1966. My father had white hair, but was very spry, and my mother now had dark hair, which I hardly remember her having. Paul looked like he did when he was ready to play tennis in college. They wore regular clothes, but had new bodies unencumbered by any physical problems.
Paul spoke first, in his own voice, and said, "Do you have your pass?" I said I had nothing and then all three said, "It is well worth waiting for. Your new place is not quite ready for you and you have some unfinished work left to do here, but when that is all done, we will come back, take your hand, and walk with you to the new place that is well worth waiting for."
They turned and walked briskly into the most beautiful sunset of red, blue, purple, and gold, and into a golden tunnel of light. I so wished I could have gone along right then. I felt exhilarated, yet relaxed, as if completely at peace. I wish I knew what it is I need to finish so I can get my "pass."
One day, exactly ten months after my husband, Paul, died, I was standing in an open area outdoors and saw three figures approaching me, walking very briskly. When they got closer, I recognized them to be Paul and both of my parents. My father died in 1937, my mother in 1966. My father had white hair, but was very spry, and my mother now had dark hair, which I hardly remember her having. Paul looked like he did when he was ready to play tennis in college. They wore regular clothes, but had new bodies unencumbered by any physical problems.
Paul spoke first, in his own voice, and said, "Do you have your pass?" I said I had nothing and then all three said, "It is well worth waiting for. Your new place is not quite ready for you and you have some unfinished work left to do here, but when that is all done, we will come back, take your hand, and walk with you to the new place that is well worth waiting for."
They turned and walked briskly into the most beautiful sunset of red, blue, purple, and gold, and into a golden tunnel of light. I so wished I could have gone along right then. I felt exhilarated, yet relaxed, as if completely at peace. I wish I knew what it is I need to finish so I can get my "pass."
