Dare I Call This Mother

The day felt surreal, not sure why. There was an anticipation of something special. I asked if anyone else felt it; they shrugged it off. I am the empath, thus, the crazy one. In the late afternoon I was observing the clouds, Expecting something ….. totally unsure what. The clouds began to part. But not like the Red Sea More like a round portal which began as a pinprick. The portal grew rapidly and I saw Jesus for a second. He disappeared, but there were angels. They smiled. I felt compelled to keep watching, knowing there was a message. They showed me a baby. This gave me instant relief. I knew of such a baby and a grieving mother. This reassurance was obvious to me, the child was safe. I watched the angels leave with the baby. The portal sealed up quickly. Dare I speak to this mother? The wound was fresh. I did not know her well. I had messages all night in my head. Call this mother, call this mother, call this mother. And the next day. Finally I got the number and called the mother. My voice was shaking. We cried together. She told me it was what she had been praying to hear.