When It All Falls...

It's been over a year since I dreamed it the first time. I was driving to work, in Germany, admiring a glorious sunrise like I so often did. I was smiling... my heart was full. I came over a hill and the landscape stretched out before me and then it happened - the sun exploded. It happened in such slow motion... I stopped breathing. I turned the car around quickly, and started driving as fast as I could to get back to the house. I didn't want the world to end because I wasn't with my husband and my kids. I wanted to die with them. My heart was racing and I couldn't think - all I could do was beg God to let me make it home in time. I woke up before anything else happened.

Then last night, I dreamed it again. I was shopping, outdoors... at night... Several people commented on a bright falling star they'd seen. We all stopped and looked up, and there was another. Then, another. Then two and three and four more. They fell, like raindrops.

They fell until the sky was dark. None of them hit the Earth... they just fell, away. Everyone around felt that this was the beginning of the end. We cowered in the floor, fearing the unknown. Hours had passed, and just as some of us were drifting off to sleep, the Earth began to fall. Like a visibly faster orbit, it was falling.... we all questioned if it was spinning, or if it was falling from the sky. Again, I was alone, without my husband and children. Again, I woke up before the end.

The one thing that grounded me in both scenarios was faith. Both times, I looked to God for guidance... both times I asked him for the opportunity to be with those that I loved when it was time. I know that if it DOES happen in my time - that I'll have no control over where I am or who I'm with. But my faith comforts me...