In Loving Memory of
Lisa Elaine Mewbourne
September 23, 1965 - April 23, 1991
"On Mother's Day this year I did not get to see either of my children, but that night I had an incredible dream that provided great comfort. Mother's Day is hard to "celebrate" because my youngest daughter, Lisa, is not here to celebrate with me. I miss her early morning phone calls when she would shout "Happy Mother's Day" at the top of her voice.
I still have the last Mother's Day gift she gave me. The scripture below
will serve as a reference point for the dream."
May 14, 2006
"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my
Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I
am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place
I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may
where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going."
Preface: I lost my mother when I was only 30 years old. I have never stopped missing her. She did not get to see
my three children grow up, and they missed out on having a loving grandmother.
In my dream, I had just gone to live with my mother. I was confused about where I was and how I got there.
Mama's house was sort of like a condominium building where other people were living in what seemed
to be rooms or apartments like ours.
"Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God,
an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands." 2 Corinthians 5:1 NIV
When I walked in I felt estranged from the happy people there. My mother greeted me warmly with her lovely smile, and suggested I get ready for a surprise. I didn't think I wanted a surprise; I wasn't sure what I wanted. Mainly I just wanted to be alone to get used to this new place. I did not know how I had gotten there; it just seemed to be the natural order of things.
I could not remember passing from one world to the next. I was just there. I knew my loved ones well
and was not surprised to see them.
It was as if they had never "died."
"You know the way to the place where I am going."
As I looked around, I began walking from room to room. My movement was without conscious effort.
I soon began to realize that one of these rooms was to be mine and that I needed to make a selection. I worried about
where all my furniture and other earthly things were. It was just me, no bags or baggage.
I tried hard to remember where my furniture was, but a kind of cloud kept that memory from me.
When I first started walking into the rooms, they seemed small, boxy and plain. I was turning up my earthly nose at them. But, as I walked, they became larger and more beautiful, almost "changing" in front of my eyes to suit my needs and tastes. That's when I found the perfect room. I began to see all kinds of beauty that I had not noticed at first. Each room was different. I found one large room that had a pretty sitting area, and stunning architectural features. I was surprised to see that it had no clothes closet, but then realized that I needed no closet. There were no bathrooms either. But I was glad to see that there was a kitchen! It was as though this room was prepared just for me. It had all the things I loved. Down a short flight of stairs another large room opened up that was like a family room. I knew this other room would be for me, too;
and began to feel happy and very pleased with my new surroundings.
I heard singing outside and walked over to peer out a big window. Just outside the family room was a gathering of people. Singers and musicians were setting up their musical instruments and equipment. I worried that it would be loud, offensive music since it was so close to my new home. But, then I looked at the crowd. There were people of all races there. Couples picnicked with their little children. Others milled around talking amiably with each other. It was a beautifully peaceful scene, and when the music began, it was so joyous it made me want to dance. I knew at once that this musical event
would be a blessing, and not an annoyance.
"In that day a song of praise will be sung in the land of Judah..." Isaiah
"Sing for joy to God our strength; shout aloud to the God of Jacob! Begin
the music, strike the tambourine,
play the melodious harp and lyre."
I continued walking around the rooms in my mother's building admiring the beauty. People I did not know lived
in close proximity, but this was no threat. I felt that I would get to know them.
"Consequently, you are no longer foreigners and aliens, but fellow citizens
with God's people and members
of God's household, built on the foundation of
the apostles and prophets,
with Christ Jesus himself as the chief
cornerstone. Ephesians 2:19,20
"In him the whole building is joined together and rises to become a holy temple
in the Lord.
And in him, you too are being built together to become a
dwelling in which God lives by his Spirit."
At one point, my daughter, Lisa, appeared. It seemed natural that she would be there. She looked just
as she did at age twenty-five when she left the earth... still so very beautiful. I was so happy to see her.
I realized that she, too, lived with my mother and that one of the rooms was her's. This started to help
my apprehension about where I was. It was unbelievable that I was once again with my mother and daughter
and that I would live in the same house with them! I began to be filled with peace.
Old pain and sorrows started to melt away.
My mother came to me again, smiling her bright smile, and reminded me to get ready for the "surprise."
I wasn't sure I wanted a surprise because I wasn't yet acclimated to my new surroundings; but,
I decided to go into a bathroom and get ready. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was shocked to see
that my hair was no longer white. It was the dark brown with reddish blonde highlights that it was
when I was young. And, oh, my goodness, I looked so young! I stared at my reflection
for a long time, marveling at this change.
I walked towards the kitchen where my mother was happily making preparations for a visitor. The front door opened and my father walked in. I was shocked to see him. He had led the kind of life that would never make me expect to see him again. But, there he was with a big smile on his face. He, too, looked young and handsome. He put his arms around me and hugged me close. I found that I no longer resented him, and that the things he had done in the past to hurt me no longer mattered. I hugged him back with genuine love and acceptance. It seemed a miracle that he was there, and I could see why my mother was excited about his visit. She was thrilled to show me that my father had made it to this special place, too.
He did not live with us, but I felt that he had a home elsewhere similar to ours.
My ringing telephone awoke me and the dream was gone. But, I lay there and thought about the vivid dream and its meaning. Maybe I was "transported" to Heaven for a little while. It wouldn't be too surprising that
I was confused at first, not understanding what had happened and where I was. I needed some time
with those new surroundings to figure it out. Maybe this is how it will be.
When the telephone awoke me from the dream I realized that I was still at home with my husband, Rob.
He had not been in my dream, and I believe that is because I will go before him. I'll be in that beautiful house
with many rooms to welcome him and to give him my love and many happy surprises.
Faye Martin, mother of Lisa forever, Atlanta, GA
~ Death's Broken Heart ~
Love hurts long after it has taken wing to a distant shore.
And left behind we pray for... just one more.
To touch to caress with lips and eyes...
To kiss away the tears of sudden, senseless goodbyes.
Amidst the regrets of time wasted on foolish prattle
Life lost its heart's valiant battle
Beneath the sea of tears...
One heart left behind will search
until it's end of time.
Only death's broken heart will embrace this rhyme.
Written by Bonnie Ray, Copyright 2006
Death's Broken Heart