The Portion of my Inheritance

It has become my weekly trek of late to make the drive to South Lake, and often times my girls make the journey along side me. This past week turned into an extra shower of blessings as my beautiful daughter shared with me her heart’s treasure, in the form of a dream.

I had just taken the Dallas 114 exit when she said to me, “Mom, have I told you about my Jesus dream?”

A hush fell over the entire truck and the air suddenly shifted. A sweet scent fell heavy upon us and I breathed it in deep. My ears immediately perked up and my eyes sprung open wide with much anticipation. “No you didn’t! Please tell me!”

I looked over at her and she sat quiet for a moment. She had a joyful expression on her face, and a soft smile formed on her lips, like she had a burning secret that she could not contain any longer.

Her, with her gentle quiet spirit, never demanding, never wanting to draw attention to herself, always placing herself in the shadows, deep in the background of her surroundings. But on this day her Lord had given her a very precious gift. He had given her the place of honor, at His right side.

She began to speak and her eyes twinkled at her own memory of it. Joy spilled out with each word, overflowing onto the hearts of us who heard her.

“He looked just like the picture I have of Him and He was wearing a plaid flannel shirt.”

I thought about the fabric of flannel, a much loved choice for me, and also for her too, I suspect. And the thought that Jesus came to her in a way that spoke of comfort and warmth that drew her in and held her close left me breathless. He left no stone unturned for this joy ride. He covered her with His goodness, knowing her hidden heart so well.

“He was in an old beat up pick up and I sat beside Him.”

And isn’t that just like our Lord: I guess we would imaging that the King of kings would most likely be seen in an upscale limousine or at least in the latest style and up to date yearly model. But not Jesus! His idea of luxury and comfort is always found in the form of humility, and she is just like her Lord in that.

As she continued on, my eyes spilled over with tears, the kind that can only come from that deep place of happiness at sharing such an intimate moment with my daughter. I was consumed in the moment and through her words I also was transported inside of that old pick up, watching them both pour out their love onto each other.

“We didn’t talk, I just kept hugging Him over and over and laying my head on Him. I was so happy!”

He took her on her very own mountain top experience. He lavished His love so deeply upon her, filling her so completely that is was now, even several days later spewing out of her.

“At some point He told me that He needed to go and I begged Him to stay longer, and He did.”

I could hear the sadness in her voice as she told this part of her dream. I can only imagine that this would be something that she would want to cling tightly to, never letting go, never wanting to give it up.

“It felt so real! And when I woke up I had this amazing, overwhelming feeling of love and peace and it stayed with me for a long time.”

Aria had been sitting in the back seat, strapped tightly to her booster seat, listening intently as her mamma spoke. Her eyes were wide as she heard her mamma recount her dream, soaking in every detail, hanging onto every word. And when it had been told, Aria spoke with such sincerity and confidence, from the complete security of a small child’s faith.

“It was real mamma! It was real!”

Yes! I tend to agree with Aria. How precious of our Lord to do this for His beloved. He always comes to His children in the unexpected, in such a personal, intimate way, touching the deepest part of us, the places where only He can reach. Always loving, always tender, always just plain perfect.

The Lord has appeared of old to me, saying; “Yes, I have loved you with an everlasting love; Therefore with lovingkindness I have drawn you.” Jeremiah 31:3