I wasn't asleep. Maybe it was the medications, I don't know. But early in the morning I had a vision. I was lying here in my bed. There were two angels standing just behind me, over my head. I knew they were my guardian angels. They were so close. I could feel their wings just touching my shoulders. I couldn't feel their hands, but somehow their hands were below me. I was lifted up, like I was floating, with a white blanket, floating up out of my bed.
Pastor Norma knew that God was with her. She shared this vision with us, knowing she would be healed, expecting to be raised up out of her bed, grateful for the comfort of God's angels.
We believed she would rise up. We believed she would walk. We believed she would mother her children, accompany her husband, shepherd her congregation, and laugh with her friends. We prayed for a miracle, and we expected one.
We do not doubt that today, as Norma's body is committed to the earth, she has experienced the prayed-for miracle. She is healed. She has risen up out of her bed.
We wanted the guardian angels to guide Pastor Norma back into health in this world. We wanted the vision to be a sign that the mother, wife, pastor and friend would be with us, here, now, in this time.
I believe the vision was a gift. For Norma. For us.
Yesterday a friend said, "God is weeping with us." Today we weep for the loss of the mother, the wife, the pastor and the friend who will no longer walk with us for a time. God is weeping with us.
Adios, querida Norma, hermana y amiga. Nos vemos en los tiempos de Dios.