I stepped out of the bathroom, and outside the back door I saw my mother.

She appeared to be in her late twenties, dressed in 1930's clothing, looking very pretty. She had a smile that radiated a peace, love and self-confidence that I had never seen in her life. Her hair was not black as it would have been when she was young, but light brown with a golden tinge such as when she was very old and colored it. She was almost floating on a slight hillside of flowers which had the most magical subtle colors.

I saw the scene in my imagination, but my eyes were open. It was sort of superimposed on the actual scene out the window. I felt a real connection and mutual forgiveness with her. Such peace and love. It was like she was saying that everything was OK between us.

My mother has been dead about a dozen years. She was born about 1904, as I recall. Though I always loved her and we had a good relationship, there were some issues in the way she raised me that have caused me significant problems in my life. I've had a hard time identifying and shaking off these issues. This encounter seemed to be some kind of resolution to that.

Rev. Webb, 2-17-04

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