One of my earliest memories is from when I was a very young boy living in Monroe, NC. It happened one night while I was laying in bed. I saw something that affected me so deeply, I still remember it.
I remember the bedroom was down the hall and to the left. One night I was laying in bed, listening to my parents in the other room. I turned my head and looked toward the doorway. When I did, I saw what I assumed could only be my mother, standing in the doorway, looking at me and smiling. I called out “Mom?” Then she disappeared. I don’t mean she walked away. I mean, she disappeared. When my mother DID come to the room, it was apparent it had not been her.
I was only 4 or 5 years old. I was not on drugs. I was not asleep and dreaming. I don’t know who it was. I don’t even know IF it really was. I can only tell you that it looked so real and I have never forgotten it.
Now that I am older, I look back on that event and wonder about it. If you were to press me, I would have to admit, I think it could have been an angel. Some may scoff and say I was asleep and dreaming. Others may say it was only my imagination; I was seeing things that were not there.
Scoff if you will. Think me crazy if you must. I will easily admit that I don’t always see right all the time. Even now, I will admit there are times I see things that aren’t really there. There are also times when I don’t see things that are. I don’t always see straight. I don’t always understand what I see. I don’t even always see what I think I understand. Either way, I know there is more to life than what I can see. And whether I see it or not, there’s something there.