I am looking for salad dressing. I’ve used up all the open bottles of salad dressing between Chelsea and I. Now I have two unopened bottles of salad dressing. Waiting. One is Asian sesame with ginger and soy. The other is honey mustard. I’ve been using the honey mustard to make deviled eggs. I used up the two open bottles that I inherited from Chelsea. I still have this one unopened bottle. I decided to use the Asian sesame for my salad and leave honey mustard for deviled eggs. But that too would have to wait until I work my way through the three bottles of mustard between us.
As I contemplated all of this, looking at the unopened bottle with the sea on top, I said, hi Chels. It was in contrast to all the other Bye Chelsea I’ve been saying as I I throw away things from her kitchen which I have used up.
Then I remembered my dream last night. Chelsea was in the guest room closet last night. My dream consisted of me hearing noises at night in the guest room. I went and looked in there and I saw an environment of working such as I had been working on the walls. Some kind of table holding renovation materials. Dim light as if a TV was on somewhere quietly. A little bit brighter light coming from the closet. I rounded the corner of the room and glance toward the closet. Chelsea was in the doorway working on something in there. She looked at me. Her hair was down but contained, maybe a loose ponytail. She didn’t smile. Smile. She just looked at me. Sort of ruthfully. Not angry. A little disappointed. A little sad.
It was so realistic that I woke up immediately. Just as I woke up immediately when Jesus spoke to me in 1995. I popped right out of it. And then I laid in my bed wishing to go back. Wishing I hadn’t left so soon. It was just a reflex that I didn’t have any way to control. Her look, looking at me., imprinted on my brain. I thanked God for her visit. I resumed my begging Jesus to please bring her into his arms, into the fold.