Talk With God - Poem by John Henery
This morning I spoke to God. I told him about my love for you and about my dream of having you as my wife. He listened to me and felt the words that I spoke. Without speaking, he answered me.
This all came to me in a dream that I dreamt while awake.
(The sky darkened. Lightening larger than life momentarily split the blackness with a deafening crash. Then all I could hear was the low sound of thunder rolling off the tip of the sky.)
God confirmed the dysfunctional relationship you were in and the abuse and destructive pain that your soul endured.
It is difficult for me to visualize the physical and emotional pain. And hard to comprehend how any man could hurt such a wonderful person like yourself Jody.
(During this storm God cried me a thousand rivers. He told me it was incomparable to the tears you have shed during the storm of your life.)
Then God Spoke:
‘In a persons journey through life, ..they will encounter many victories and many defeats. How a person deals with these will determine the outcome of their life. Some are more challenging than others, but no matter the difficulty, I will always be there with you.’
In my mind, I had thoughts of loving you and treating you like a precious gem. Holding you in my tight arms and loving your son as my own. Giving you a hundred percent of my today and promising you all of my tomorrows.
Then I asked God if you had come into my life for a reason and if our meeting each other had purpose.
I felt God smile…
(And the darkness of the sky was breached by a beautiful rainbow. The rain had stopped and I had to squint my eyes because of the brightness of the sun.)
This is how I came to believe. This dream without dreaming.
I truly love you Jody! With all of my heart and all of my soul. I never want this love to end, and I want to give you all the happiness in this world and in heaven above.
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