Late in 2007, around Thanksgiving I think, my Grandpa was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Over the next few months we watched, as he slowly got worse. We visited him as often as we could, although being in college it wasn't as often as it should have been I guess. He always had lots of advice on how to life your life and things he'd learned in his life. He was also very happy when we visited him over the last few months. He seemed at peace with going to be with Jesus.
Anyway, after the Super Bowl that night I went back to my dorm room and to bed for the night. Early that next morning I had a dream. In the dream I went over to my Grandparent's house to visit Grandpa. In real life the last couple times I'd visited him he was bed ridden and couldn't talk very well, obviously nearing the end. In the dream I walked in the garage door and up the stairs to find the hospital bed gone and Grandpa sitting on the couch in the living room reading his Bible.
I walked in and went over to Grandpa, sat down next to him and asked how he was feeling. His only response to me was, "Jesus Christ lives Joe!" with a huge smile on his face. I looked at him and said, I know Grandpa." At that very moment my cell phone rang and woke me up. I looked at the caller ID and it said, "Dad." I think it was sometime between 6am and 7am, I knew what the call was about. I answered the phone and Dad told me that Grandpa had just passed away.
It took me a second but then I realized the weight of the dream I had just had. Now I don't know whether you believe in God giving you messages through dreams or not. I typically don't, as I had never had anything like this happen to me, but I couldn't help but think that this was a message from God. I mean, what are the chances that at the VERY MOMENT my Grandpa died, that I would have a dream that he was completely healed and professing that Christ lives?
Coincidence...maybe...maybe not. You decide. I know that this is something I will never forget.
