“I sat next to Marjorie, an 88-year-old cancer patient that I tended to as a hospice nurse, late one night. She had no family and her time on Earth was drawing near, yet she fought death with everything she had left. She’d said she loved God, but was afraid because she’d still had doubts. All she wanted was to hang on to life, yet her suffering was growing worse by the minute. Show me how to help her, Lord, I prayed silently. If only she could find peace.
“Fatigued, I drifted off to sleep in the chair and a vivid dream swept me away. I saw myself opening a window, I felt the wind blowing against my face and I saw angels in a brilliant sky. I tried to speak to them but then the dream dissolved. I woke confused and heard Marjorie’s breathing labored and raspy.
“Fear iced her blue eyes as she stared at me in desperation. Suddenly, something literally pushed me to open the window, just like I’d done in my dream. As if not in control of my movements, I unlocked it and opened it wide, pulling the drapes aside. I then went back to Marjorie who was now calm and staring at the sky. ‘I see the angels,’ she exclaimed, grinning with a childlike wonder. ‘God is real. They are so very beautiful.’ She grinned and closed her eyes, reaching for my hand, and she slowly drew her final breath as everything went still and a peace fell over us.
“As bittersweet as that moment was, I know I witnessed something special. I never fail to thank God for using that dream so powerfully to help a very special woman find peace.”
—Erica Bell, 48, Richmond