Dreams must count for something.

Dreams must count for something down here because I just visited with my Mom for an afternoon of walking, talking, and a hundred questions about heaven.

It was as tangible and authentic as drinking my coffee on the living room sofa writing this right now.

She left as suddenly as she’d arrived and I woke with a peculiar sense of peace and comfort I can’t fully convey, but I hope it lingers for awhile.

All I can say is as evil as the world has become six years since I last saw her, it is what it is and she was not at all disturbed by it.

I think she wanted to assure me of that and to continue walking in faith.