He Is Risen!
As I ponder these words on this Easter 2019, I wonder how Dean Blixt could be gone exactly one year ago and three months this very Easter day!
Just a couple nights ago I had the sweetest dream. I was asking Dean prior to falling asleep, looking out at the full pink moon if he even still thought of me and missed me as much as I miss him.
I fell asleep and in my dream that night I felt the tightest squeeze on my left hand, so very strong. As I asked Dean if it was him, the grip on my hand strengthened and wouldn’t let go for the longest time. I awoke, yet still in my dream to see him lying next to me. I was so happy and told him how good it was to see him again.
Good grief. If only it were for real! Or was it!? As you look at my latest unfinished wordscape puzzle the words DEAN HELD HAND appear. This on a puzzle that doesn’t even allow proper names as answers. And another puzzle using the word Punky which was Dean’s nickname for me. It’s even how he listed me in his phone contacts. I’ve always said these puzzles speak to me.
Maybe, just maybe Dean Blixt truly does miss me too! Just as Life continues to keep pace. I just try and continue to keep up, still wondering why we all work so hard this side of Heaven when we already know the final words hopefully awaiting each of us.
It is finished! He is risen! Goals, hopes, dreams, loyalties to life…shattered or not, might be our human nature to help give clarity and seek our own control where truly in the end we have none. Our destiny awaits not in our own hands, unless that is, those hands are held by the One who loves us, the One who masters the last words in the puzzle.
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