I had a dream last night that made my heart ache. It gave me an overwhelming feeling of loss—my heart hurt. I have been quietly pondering it today, and now I realize it was not a painful dream, but a great gift.
I dreamed about the loss of my dad.
Lately, I have been missing him more than usual. Perhaps that is why I dreamed I was sitting on a long flat bench, lost in the pain of grief.
My eyes gazed forward, focused nowhere, and sorrowful thoughts swirled in my head. I was completely inside myself, mired in sadness.
The dream stayed there awhile, and the ache grew. Then I looked left. There was Dad, sitting on the bench right next to me! He was handsomely dressed in blue jeans and a sporty shirt. He looked great! I suddenly realized he was not gone—he was there next to me, trying to get my attention.
The deep, chilled sorrow instantly warmed to happiness.
As my dream continued, he was standing beside me and we were sweeping debris off the floor of a large room. We were happy to work together to make the room clean and bright.
That’s all I remember about the dream. This morning, I felt sad and perplexed by it.
Please tell me about a heart ache you’ve experienced that you now see as a gift.