Losing a Child

Written by Sister Dienna Rogers on Monday, November 03, 2014. Posted in Miracles

Losing a Child

Today, we're kicking off our November theme: death. Since we serve an awesome God, the experiences we'll share are more uplifting than not. Today's submission is from Sister Dienna Rogers.

I have known many people who have lost children at all ages, but I never fully understood the dramatic and profound impact of the grief they went through until I experienced it myself.

It is a feeling I don't even wish on my worst enemy.

When a sheriff knocked on my door on Feb. 22, 2008 to tell me my 24-year-old son Ric was involved in an ATV accident and that he didn't survive, it felt like someone took a baseball bat and started swinging at my gut.

My first thought went to Mary, the mother of Jesus, and it was then I fully understood how she felt when she saw her son dying on the cross, not being able to save him. If it wasn't for my faith in God and the support of family and friends through prayer, I may not be here writing this experience today.

I firmly wanted to believe that my son was in heaven experiencing the blessings and joy no one can fully fathom, but Satan kept putting doubts in my mind. Ric was not baptized in any church, even though he was raised in The Church of Jesus Christ and loved The Church very much. For four years I felt this way until I had a dream on March 23, 2012.

I dreamed I was in a museum of some sort, and there were a lot of people around me admiring pieces of art. I overheard someone say, "Jesus is in the other room," and I went to that person to ask if I'd heard right, and that person said, "Yes, He's in the other room," and pointed in the direction of that room.

I had to see for myself, so I went immediately to that room and opened the door. No one else was in the room except a personage lying down on a bench. I still had my doubts, so I thought that I would check his bare feet to see if there were any scars on them. Sure enough, I saw scars on His feet, and I immediately fell to my knees and sobbed so hard, like I did when I first heard about my son's accident.

At that point, I felt a warm feeling come over me, starting at my head and going all through my body down to my feet. I looked up and saw Jesus had risen and was standing in front of me. I stood up to face Him, but I was crying so hard that I couldn't speak to Him right away. He looked at me as though He knew what I was trying to say and what was on my heart, the doubts I had and wanting to know my son's whereabouts.

When I finally was able to control myself to talk, I could only say, "Please tell my son I love him and I miss him so very much!" Jesus then spoke to me and said, "He knows ... and he's doing great!"

I then woke up from my dream and lay in bed stunned at what I had just experienced but feeling very comforted. I then felt that same warm feeling come over me like it had in my dream. I knew then that the dream was of God, and I cried, thanking my Heavenly Father for loving me so much that He would send His Son Jesus to assure me that my son is with Him and he's doing great and is happy.

Ever since that dream, I have felt comfort on all holidays and those special dates that were so hard for me previously. I know without a doubt that I will see my son again when he greets me at the gates of Heaven when it's my time to go home.

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  • Teri-Lyn Tunno

    Teri-Lyn Tunno

    03 November 2014 at 19:01 |
    That is such a BEAUTIFUL experience!! Tears are streaming down my face. God is soooo good!! Jesus surely would know how important it was for you and knew how heavy this was upon your heart. He is just so AWESOME!! Thank you so much for sharing!


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