When my dad passed away all us sisters were terribly heart broken. The youngest of us, was especially in mourning. She missed him so badly and she would pray for his soul that Jesus would take care of him every morning and night. She asked Jesus for a sign that Dad was with him before falling to sleep. She woke up suddenly that night and there was a bright light in the middle of her bedroom and there stood dad. He smiled and waved at her and then disappeared. She knew he was with Jesus and she was so happy for him, the pain of losing him went away.
I have another story about a sign given to me and my sisters - an asteroid! We were all together again because mom had cancer - a dangerous kind and was getting an new kind of surgery (at the time it was new) called “whipple.” It seems as adults we all gather at the same time when someone is sick or dying - oh well.
So, we all flew in and gathered at mom and dad's house and then took off to drive to Jacksonville, Fl. to meet mom and dad at the cancer hospital. This time it was the oldest sister totally freaked out and crying and praying for mom. She begged for Jesus to give her a sign that mom was going to be alright as we drove down the highway.
Suddenly my sisters in the back seat gasp! I look out the window and I see this huge streak of light - green and blue and white light traveling over the field by the road. We looked at the paper the next day and it was an asteroid and there was a picture on the front page of the light we saw.
Was it a sign? Mom was in her sixties and lived to almost eighty. I still have the newspaper.
That’s beautiful.