Perception and Perspective: Chapter Be Careful What You Ask Of The Lord By Melissa Ann Hardin

Chapter Be Careful What You Ask Of The Lord: I asked the Lord to show me. It was New Years Eve 2010. I was sharing a townhouse with a roommate I kept desperately asking the Lord to help move out. We had had a short flame romance that ended 6 months prior after two months but not before I’d made the wrong decision of allowing him to be my roommate instead. I spent months of working overtime to afford the townhouse on my own but still he wouldn’t move out. We talked not at all. I saw him only after spending 10 to 12 hours at work during a busy enrollment season at the health insurance company I worked for. Why did I do this to myself? I kept asking the Lord but on the night in question I was alone with my roommate elsewhere for the evening and the kids with their father for their holiday visitation and so I went to sleep early in my lonely bed and decided to ask the Lord to show me my future and so he did in my dreams that night New Years Day 2011, another dream January 7, and the third on January 13, 2011. The first dream was a storm, a golden field, standing in the arms of a light-haired man and feeling at complete peace within his arms. There was a grey horse, a grey truck, a barn, and a rainbow after the storm. It was seen from high above. The beautiful couple deeply in love with each other. The second dream was a tall, handsome man dark of hair and dark of eye color. I sat on the edge of a cliff on hands and knees peering over the edge and played with clouds trying to sweep them away with my hand so that I could see what lie beneath. He stood behind me calling for me to wait for him. I looked over my shoulder at him in annoyance and anger and asked him. Wait for what? He told me again to wait, he was coming, and he would be there soon. He was the most handsome man I thought I had ever seen before in my life. The third dream was me walking through a door I had never walked through before. The smell of the carnation wreath I passed in my nostrils and the scent of death beyond the door. I woke up before I could see who was dead in the funeral home I walked into. All these dreams I seemed to be within myself and without at the very same moment and every single one of them would come to pass exactly as I had dreamed them. One year, and four months into the future the first. One year into the future the second, and two years later my first love and the man I wanted to marry would be the man lying in the coffin beyond the door of the third dream. Our love affair had started 20 years before when we were 13 and he gave me my first kiss, lived with me and my family from 15 to 18 years. Fell in love with him at 21 once more and I was 32 when I would kiss his lips for the last time, and 33 when I would watch him buried. Murdered but made to look like a suicide. His short flame of a romance that led him into the darkest moment of his young life. Gone in an instant taking my heart with him to his grave.

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