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Promise Me

Nancy Clark, CT

Ohio

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Reprinted with permission from Hear His Voice: The True Story of a Modern

Day Mystical Encounter with God, PublishAmerica

In this particular dream, I was in a German concentration camp walking alongside another woman. We were herded into a building and just before the door was locked, she pushed me out and said, “Tell Jake that I'm very happy, and above all, tell him it's all right for him to find happiness again. Do you promise to do that for me?” With my eyes tenderly looking into hers, I said, “I promise.” At that same moment someone slammed the door shut and locked it, leaving her inside as I stood outside the building. The dream ended.

Two days later my husband came home from work and announced that Jake's wife died. I didn't know her and only casually knew Jake as a co-worker of Dean's. We went to the funeral service, and while the minister was delivering the eulogy, he mentioned she was Italian and proceeded to describe the life she had led while in Italy and then later when she married Jake.

Listening politely to the minister's words, I heard him say something that would rattle the bones inside of me. He recalled a time during her life she spent in a German concentration camp. Shocked by what I had just heard, I immediately thought of my dream and my promise to Jake's wife. How would I tell him and when? I wondered. Would he think I was crazy if I talked about my dream with him? It is not easy to step out in faith and assume everyone will believe what I tell him or her, especially when it deals with the unobservable reality. I was very reluctant to tell him the day of her funeral, so I didn't.

Several months later, my husband and I attended his company's Christmas party. Coincidentally, seated at our table directly across from me were Jake and his female guest. Both of them, in their late sixties, held hands and talked intimately like sweet lovebirds to one another. It was apparent they were very much in love. I knew it was now or never. I had to tell Jake about my dream. Excusing myself from the table, I told Dean I was going to talk with Jake for a little while. Nervously, I knelt down beside Jake and took his hand in mine and said, “Jake, I'm going to tell you something, and you may dismiss what I'm going to say as being fanatical, lunacy or whatever, but I have to tell you.”

I proceeded to tell him that his wife appeared to me in a dream and made me promise to tell him she is very happy and, above all, she wants him to find happiness again. When he heard that, Jake spontaneously burst into tears. I looked at Dean sitting across from us and he had a wrinkled brow that said, “What did you do to Jake to make him cry?” With his eyes, Dean motioned me to come back to my chair, but I knew I had to stay with Jake a few moments longer.

Jake pressed his hands over mine and cried, “Oh God, this is a miracle happening! You did the right thing by telling me. I can't thank you enough.” He proceeded to tell me during the summer shortly after his wife died, he went back to his high school reunion in Iowa. At that time, he met the woman who was seated beside him at the Christmas party. Apparently, they had been high school lovers and hadn't seen one another since then. She never married because Jake had been her only true love. She and Jake married shortly afterward.

Looking into my eyes, his eyes soaked with tears, Jake told me, “You had no idea I was dealing with a lot of guilt because I remarried so quickly after my wife's death. I felt guilty about finding happiness with another woman and it was tearing me up inside.” He went on to say that he now believed that his wife was bringing him a message from the beyond to let him know that it's okay to be happy. Jake was elated and his tear-filled eyes expressed such gratitude to me for sharing this message with him. That evening his guilt was replaced with genuine freedom to love again and to be loved. A healing had indeed taken place that evening, and I felt privileged to have witnessed and honored it. If I had not listened to God's Voice within, I would have passed up the opportunity to express my Divine gift, that of bringing Light and comfort to others.

Dear friend, God's Voice encourages us to care for others, and when we do, greater gifts are given to us to be used for the well being of humanity. When we fine-tune our heart to listen to His Voice, we will be uplifted to truly recognize God's wondrous Love for us. There is no limit to the power of God's gifts; there is no limit to the service we may give and we cannot be happy until we give it.