My Mom

Dear God, how did You sleep. I had a dream and it made me weep. Did You see it, it was so real. I think it might even help me heal. Anyway that dream last night sure was kind of cool. Except for the times I acted the fool. I was a whole lot younger then I am now. I was talking with my mom and I was wondering how? We sat at the kitchen table and she had on that grin. The one that always told me. I know where you've been. I could talk to her about anything I ever did. Not only when I grew up But since I was a little kid. She was the only one on this whole entire earth. Who made me feel like I belonged. Who gave me a sense of worth. We talked for hours. We laughed and we cried. I didn't leave the table till the day that she died. It was a roller coaster ride of every high and low I could feel. Then Lord You got out the projector and then You put on the reel. We watched home movies and most of it was good. You would fast forward those parts that you should. There was this one scene where Jesus had a part. Remember when I asked for Him to come into my heart? On a scale of 1 to 10 I would give it a ten. But there was this one time I don't remember when?? When I asked for Jesus to come into my heart He walked right in like He belonged. But what I didn't know then was that He walked in with my mom.