Friday, July 3, 2009

Grandma Lucy Irene Garner Mortenson



Today is one year since Grandma’s funeral. Jake and Brodi are gone on a dirt bike riding trip so it is just Cleo and me here alone. Last night I prayed before I went to bed that God would give me comfort and protection while they were away. I feel that he might have sent Grandma to do that. So here I am at 5:00 AM on Friday morning putting this down as a journal entry because I feel it is important to record this occasion.
I woke up this morning after a dream that I had. I don’t remember all the details but it was a holiday and I had seen everyone but Grandma Irene. In the dream I wasn’t expecting her and had doubts that she would come. Maybe this is because she had passed away. I’m not sure and dreams don’t make sense so I won’t try and figure it out. However, she did come and I saw her and ran upstairs because I had no gifts for her. I did however find something and scrambled to wrap this gift. The item I was wrapping were the scriptures she had given me the day I got baptized when I was eight years old, 20 years ago. Now this was interesting because I have another set of scriptures that I use more often than these but these were the ones that Grandma gave me. Well she caught me wrapping her gift before it was done and I begged for her apologies because I didn’t know she was coming. She took me in her arms and embraced me and just held me why I sobbed and let her know how much I missed her. I was so sorry and I loved her. This was uncontrollable sobbing in the dream and the first time that I have cried like that since her death. The emotion I was feeling in the dream caused me to wake up. I laid in bed staring into the dark after the dream. I felt her presence with me. I felt her around me and I said a silent prayer in my heart to her that I was grateful that she lived her life so that I can see her again. I will be able to expect her to come and we will be able to embrace each other again. This is so comforting to me.
This week I found a picture taken of Grandma Irene, Mom and myself all at the Ogden Temple the day I got received my own endowment. This picture is so important to me because it is my glimpse into the eternities. Some may remember the words I spoke at her funeral. I felt they were beautiful. I studied and prayed and prepared that talk more than any other time in my life. I had many compliments on the talk and many people requested for me to speak at his/her own funeral. I didn’t know how to respond to that. Although this was flattering, I am telling you that it was not me speaking at the funeral that day. I was filled with the Spirit of God and guided in my words by my Grandmother. I bore testimony of His Gospel, the resurrection, the plan of salvation and that I was sure that Grandma would be awarded the gift of eternal life. The peace I felt was because of her righteous life. I know where she will be. I know where she is now. Families are eternal and so is the relationship I have with Grandma.

4 comments:

Emily said...

Lyndz, that was a great entry! Dreams can be so real its scary. Amazing how dreams can bring on such real emotions! I found myself thinking of my own grandmother a few months ago and missed her terribly. It must mean that these ladies in our lives made much more of an impression on us than perhaps we realize. On another note, Happy 4th!

Abbey said...

Grandmas are special. Good entry. I can understand.
Hope you're doing well. Tell Cleo hi :)

lynnsiejames said...

I remember... you are so dear... thanks for helping me remember my blessings xo

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