Last night, I dreamed about my mother-in-law.
It’s been almost a year since she passed. And yet in the dream, she was still here—still sick, still fighting—but moving. She was preparing to do a charity run and called out to me and my daughter to join her. There was this urgency, a sense of purpose. Like she was trying to rally us into something meaningful—something that mattered.
She asked if I had submitted the matching contribution donation.
I hadn’t. I forgot. And in that moment, the guilt hit me—a quiet grief over a small but important act of love that I didn’t complete. I woke up before we even made it to the starting line.
But the image stayed with me.
From a spiritual lens, I think God might be speaking. My mother-in-law ran her race well. Even with cancer, she stayed strong and faithful.
“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.”
—2 Timothy 4:7
And now, maybe in this dream, she represents more than memory. Maybe she represents legacy—a call to keep walking. To keep believing. To keep showing up, especially when the path is painful or unclear.
That forgotten “donation”? It might not be about money at all. It might be about the quiet moments I’ve overlooked—opportunities to give, to serve, to be present. Not out of duty, but out of love.
“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”
—Galatians 6:9
Lately, I’ve been so busy trying to keep everything going that maybe I’ve missed the gentle tugs to slow down and offer something back—my time, my heart, my faith.
“Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, ‘This is the way; walk in it.’”
—Isaiah 30:21
In the dream, I was walking with my daughter. We were on our way together. And even though we didn’t make it before I woke up, I realize now: this journey of faith, of motherhood, of healing—it’s a process. We don’t have to arrive all at once. Maybe it’s enough to just keep walking.
“But from everlasting to everlasting the Lord’s love is with those who fear him, and his righteousness with their children’s children.”
—Psalm 103:17
Lord, help me stay aware of the invitations You extend—through people, through dreams, through quiet moments. Let me not miss the chance to love well. Thank You for the reminder that even in loss, there is legacy. Even in dreams, there is direction.
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