2 Timothy 2:20-21 “In a large house there are utensils not only of gold and silver but also of wood and clay, some for special use, some for ordinary. All who cleanse themselves of the things I have mentioned will become special utensils, dedicated and useful to the owner of the house, ready for every good work.”
As you may remember from my May 12 post, my beloved husband of 42 years passed away on May 11 this year. There were many graces around the time of his death and since then, some of which I have mentioned on this blog. Two of those graces came in the form of dreams.
In the last few months I have had a several of dreams that I feel came with a message. I learned long ago to view dreams primarily as calls to prayer. Perhaps that is why I keep receiving them. Dreams and their interpretation can be risky. However, if we view dreams as calls to prayer, it is less likely that we will be misled, so I caution you not to see more in the dreams I will share in the next few blog posts. I ask you to see them only as calls to prayer.
I will begin with two dreams I had about my husband. The first was 10 days after he died and was very brief. All I could see was the top half of his face. He had no lines on his forehead and his eyebrows were perfect. He told me he was celebrating! That was the end of the dream and I woke up filled with hope. I tried not to make assumptions about what he might be celebrating, and continued to pray for the repose of his soul. In the next couple of months I had to move to a new city, and then my elderly father had a downturn in his health. With all that was going on, I admit I did not give prayers for my husband’s soul as much attention as I should have.
My father passed away August 1 at the age of 92. Shortly after his death, I dreamed I was in a parking lot. Also parked there was a prison bus. As I looked into the window of the bus, I saw my husband staring at me with great intensity as if willing me to look his way. I went to the bus and they let me on to talk with him. I noticed my dad was there too, and also a deceased co-worker I had been praying for. I asked permission to take my husband out for a bit, just into the parking lot. When we got out, he only had one thing to say, “Don’t forget about me.” There the dream ended.
It seems obvious to me that the prison bus represented purgatory, a group of souls bound and on their way someplace. My husband’s plea not to forget about him as well as his intense stare, has stayed with me to this day. Shortly thereafter I had a set of 30 Gregorian Masses offered for him and helped my Mom do the same for my Dad. And I have continued to pray for them both several times a day.
October 9 would have been my dad’s birthday. That day was filled with little random blessings for me. Late in the day as I entered my alley on my way home from an errand I spotted a little dove having a drink in a puddle. I stopped the car and the little fellow stayed put long enough for me to take his picture. I have only ever seen two doves in my life up close, and both times it seemed to be a hopeful sign. I like to think Dad was thanking me for the prayers.
I continue to pray for he repose of their souls, entrusting my prayers to our Blessed Mother so that even if they, themselves, don’t need them, the prayers will be used for whomever she chooses.
I share all this to encourage you all not to forget about your deceased loved ones, and to pray also for those who are most abandoned, or whomever Our Lady wants you to pray for. So few people actually believe in purgatory that many people are in great need of our prayers. By our prayers and sacrifices, we are helping to cleanse the holy souls in purgatory so that God can make of them “special utensils” worthy of heaven.
Holy Mary, Mother of God and Mother of Mercy, spread the effect of grace of thy Flame of Love to all the souls in purgatory, and pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Jesus, Mary, Joseph, we love you. Save souls! Amen.