TRIED IN THE FIRE

After a violent fiery plane crash, the bodies of four wonderful God-fearing young people lye in the morgue awaiting release for burial. My boy was the pilot, and after an attempt to take off, there was a severe mechanical failure. At about 200 ft they lost power and crashed into the ground. It was a very radical crash and every soul was instantly transformed from earth to Heaven. But then there was an explosion followed by a violent fire. Due to a hurricane the communication was very depressed. We herd there was a plane crash, but no more info was available. My wife and daughter and I drove to the airport. As we moved closer to the airport it was obvious something was horribly wrong. There were first responders everywhere. There was a lot of smoke and then I spotted the only recognizable portion of the plane that was not burned, the tail fin. It was the plane my Son and I leased the day before. My wife made a run to the plane but the very heartfelt first responders helped me to stop her and get her back into the car. My daughter was strong. My wife was in shock, I was devastated and scared not knowing how I was going to take care of my wife and daughter. As we approached the house, I noticed a host of brothers and sisters from our great Church. I learned that day how a real true church family could help to carry us through. They prayed with us, and fed us, and cried with us, and even cleaned up the rubble from the hurricane. Everybody needs a church family and we have a good one. About two weeks in I realized that God had given me peace that I could not even understand. Philippians 4:7   And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. However, every time I closed my eyes, I would have a dream. I would see my Son entangled into the twisted burnt out frame of that plane. Laying over the yoke I would see the blazing fire consuming his face as flaming pieces of flesh was falling from his face into a puddle of burning flesh. Even though I knew they were all with Jesus, this dream was killing me one inch at a time. I realized it was the devil’s last-ditch effort to destroy the peace given to me from God. I began asking Jesus for a better dream. That very night as I closed my eyes in sleep I began to dream. In my dream, I was driving up through a mountain in my pickup truck. I somehow, I ran off the road and rolled down the steep embankment landing on the roof upside down. I was not harmed at all. Suddenly gasoline started running into the cab. I was stuck in my seat belt. The gasoline ignited; the fire was blasting in my face. I was struggling to get my face out of the flame when I looked and seen my Son standing right there with a smile. As soon as I seen him, I fell out of my burning body. I jumped up and said is that really you? I grabbed him and was hugging him, and I could smell his after shave, and feel his always fresh haircut. The only thing he said was “See Dad, there is nothing to it.” I put my arm around him, and we started walking away in spirit form. We walked right through the truck and started up a path toward the heavens. I turned and looked back and saw my burning body still hanging in the seat belt upside down with burning flesh dripping off my face into a flaming puddle. I said to my Son, you are right, there is nothing to it. He continued walking into a cloud, and I woke up. To this very day I never had another bad dream about the crash. I have peace and joy. Jesus is so Good and the Word is so True.  IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL