A Glimpse of Home...

 I went to a dear friend’s funeral today. It’s hard to wrap my mind around it. On Friday afternoon, he was doing my hair—laughing, talking, just like always. On Sunday, I saw him at church and told him how much I loved it.

Less than 24 hours later, he was gone. Completely unexpected.

I will miss him. But I also know this: in that moment, he stepped out of this world and into the presence of Jesus. 

And maybe that’s why I can’t stop thinking about a dream I had a couple of weeks ago…

It was the most unusual dream—one that didn’t feel like a dream at all. It came out of nowhere. I hadn’t been thinking about anything like it, hadn’t read anything or heard anything that might have stirred it up. And yet, there I was.

It began with a sudden, deafening sound—like the crack of thunder right on top of you—followed by a blinding flash of light. Not a gentle glow, but something sharp and electric, like lightning splitting open the sky. I knew, somehow, that I was asleep… but whatever was happening now felt far more real than waking life.

Then came the sound.

It wasn’t just noise—it was a rushing, roaring surge, like standing at the edge of a massive waterfall, the kind that drowns out every other thought. And with it came the sensation of being pulled upward. Fast. Faster than anything I’ve ever felt—like gravity itself had reversed and I was being swept into the sky.

At first, I was afraid.

I didn’t even want to open my eyes. I remember thinking, almost in a whisper in my mind, Oh God… is this it? Is this the rapture?

But then something changed.

The fear didn’t linger—it dissolved. It gave way to a peace so deep it’s hard to describe. Not just calm… but complete stillness inside my soul. I felt warm, like being wrapped in warm hug. Completely safe. Even though my eyes were still closed, there was light—intense, surrounding light—but it didn’t hurt. It felt alive.

And in that moment, I felt something even stronger than the peace.

I felt completely loved.

Not in a distant way, but in a way that was close, personal, overwhelming. The kind of love that leaves no room for fear. I felt joy—pure, weightless happiness—like everything I had ever worried about had simply fallen away.

And then—just as suddenly as it began—I heard a soft pop.

I opened my eyes, and I was awake in my bed. 

I don’t know why I had that dream, and I’ve kept it to myself—I suppose I figured most people would just think I’d finally lost it. But something in me has settled since then. It’s almost as if God pulled back the curtain for just a second and let me feel the truth of it—that as a child of God, being brought into His presence won’t be something to fear… but something that feels like finally being home. 

Ezekiel 43:2

 ”and I saw the glory of the God of Israel coming from the east. His voice was like the roar of rushing waters, and the land was radiant with His glory.”