Knowing Without Knowing How You Know

I wake up startled, knowing I'm not alone; unseen spirit is here. Sophie Helen is asleep next to me. and she simply does not care. I explain to Sophie we are getting up, and she buries her head in. I knew better to give her a blanket, but this is now and that was then. I stumble to the bathroom and hear a familiar laugh, my Dad. "I brought you a unique present," I telepath to him. "Stay right there!" I return to a different sound, a neonate's baby cry and whimpering little bawl. "Hush, I say," you little doll." Not realizing I am getting a magical peek at a future grand-girl who will be so beautiful and tall. I wonder if she is the same child who yelled "Grandma I'm coming, please let me choose my own colors, okay?" when I was embroidering squares for a cute baby quilt of love. Yes, knowing without knowing how I know, is a great thing, and my dear ones, she was my third grand-girl, who picked out her own embroidery thread colors from her heavenly room way above. The baby quilt is beautiful - created out of joy and pure love times seven. Anyone who can see a new brand new baby and not feel this pure joy, are nowhere near ready to get into heaven.