Supernatural Experience

**Found this story I penned for a writing contest and wanted to share.**

One beautiful sunny afternoon as the kids entertain themselves with TV and toys, I continue to go about my daily chores of house cleaning while baby-sitting four precious grandchildren.  Stealing away for a few moments of rest, I quickly and quietly repaired to the living room in order to lay down on the sofa.  Ahh…rest and ease!  I wonder how quickly this will end as the children discover Grandma is not to be heard in the kitchen.  Immediately my eyes close and I drift off to Never Never Land.  Not realizing how long I had been asleep my eyes opened to find Hollie holding her arm tight to herself with a twisted look of extreme horror and discomfort on her face.  The transference of horror took upon my face as I discovered her arm seared by a nasty burn, and the hand missing from atop her wrist.  In my hysteria I desperately tried to find what she had done to cause such horrible dismemberment.  Frantic!  Horror unknown!  Stove ablaze as pots boil over!  What have I done?  Shaking frantically and screaming from shear terror, I jolt from the couch to realize I was the victim of a ghoulish nightmare.  Hollie tried her best, as her young age would allow, to awaken me in order to become cognizant of my surroundings.  Her three cohorts look along in utter bewilderment, not really sure what was transpiring.  Unable to explain my dream since she was the main actor on the stage of the theatre of my mind, I simply said Grandmother had a very bad dream.  However, I bade her the simple request to not allow me to have anymore bad dreams, hoping this would ease and comfort her disposition.  The rest of the day flowed in rapid succession uninterrupted while ever mindful of my dream.  As the kids scurry home with their parents and I spend quality time with my husband of many years, I take comfort as the end of my day approaches.  Wishing my darling a very good night, I retire for the evening with hopes of an even better day tomorrow if God should so provide.  More mentally and emotionally weary than physically, the sandman didn’t take long to lull me to a deep sleep.  Thinking it was morning time already as bright sunshine bursts into my room, I arise gladly welcoming and taking on a new day.  Looking out of my open window, I must have left it so the night before, I could see a little girl with long flowing hair adorned with a white gown. Sometimes we realize the unspeakable as I knew this was me in my early childhood.  A loud but soft voice breaks the silence speaking words of comfort and assurance.  I began to transcend the things of this world breaking the tether of this physical realm, slipping easily into the spiritual plane.  As I could sense and experience the immense joy of angels singing, I heard the voice again speaking that the time had not yet come to enter into my inheritance, the Kingdom of God.  Upon waking up I had an intense calm and peace that only my Father God could provide.  My purpose had not yet been fulfilled or accomplished on this great green Earth God had created.

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