KENNEWICK — It was an early morning prediction — a forecast that didn’t bode well.
“Mom, you need to be careful,” my daughter Tiffany teased when I answered her morning telephone call. “Joshua dreamed God is taking you to Heaven.”
I paused for a moment, studying the dark coffee grounds at the bottom of my cup. I should have been drinking tea.
“And when exactly did he dream this?” I queried, succumbing to curiosity.
Her answer had me laughing along with her, although I noticed a change in my temperature. A hot flash struck like lightning; a sure sign there’d been a shift in my emotions.
“He dreamed it last night and said it was happening tomorrow,” she quipped lightly as if reporting a sunny day ahead. “But that would actually be today.”
A few storm clouds gathered outside as I ended the call with a chuckle.
No worries here, I thought, grabbing my car keys. Today was ice skating — and if there was one thing I could see coming, it was gab-time with the “girls” at the rink.
Around and around on the freshly groomed ice we skated, our voices rising as we caught up on the week. Then, it was time to get serious about our previous lesson: backward crossovers and three turns — figure skating moves in need of practice.
Like the wind, we separated to different areas of the rink. I anticipated this would be the morning to master a three turn, a move on one ice skate.
Backwards, crossover, backwards, crossover and now . . . turn.
Like a clap of thunder, the back of my head met the ice. Good thing I was wearing my helmet.
As the fog cleared and angelic friends rushed to my side, I reflected on my grandson’s dream. According to what he’d imagined, I could rest easy.
If I was leaving this world today, at least the forecast meant seeing the Son.