This morning my son told me about a dream he had last night and it made me all fuzzy inside.
He woke up to tell me that he saw me being rocked inside really big arms and that he heard a soft lullaby. In the dream he saw me crying but he also saw a big hand drying my tears.
I asked Ricardo, "Do you think it was G-d drying my tears?"
Ricardo's answer was immediate, "I KNOW it was G-d drying your tears Mom."
(Tears)
I'm so glad it's up to G-d to examine our hearts.
He knows the truth... always.
That never changes.
(sigh)
Can I live to see you come in the clouds?
Can You, my King, give me the privilege of experiencing such a magnificent event with my children? I want us to hold hands on our way up...
