A dream, a tragedy, and a new nephew
Due to one of God’s stranger providential demonstrations of goodwill in my life, my husband and I have a new nephew named Steve. This story is about God’s irrepressible mandate for the eternality of families.
Steve is the widower of the daughter of the sister of my ex-husband. I found my eternal nephew because of a dream I had nearly a year ago.
Steve and his wife settled in the same city where my husband and I live, but we had not seen them for many years. My husband and I had moved away and returned, and there just seemed no real basis for an ongoing relationship with, however dear they were, relatives from a former marriage. Still, I thought of them often and hoped they were well.
My dream continued to haunt me, and I began to wonder why it was that I never ran into my niece and nephew around town, so I conducted a Google search. Beware what you seek; you may find it. But in the eternally good and conciliatory providence of God, this worked to good purpose.
I was stricken to learn that my niece died from a lingering illness nearly three years ago, and that her mother, my former sister-in-law, followed her daughter in death a year later. In the dream that prompted my search, I ran into my ex-husband and his sister in a medical clinic, and she was weeping on his shoulder.
For many months I did nothing after learning these things. I hold no metaphysical beliefs about dreams, but my conscience urged me to find Steve and reach out to him with the gospel’s encouragement.
I found him easily, and he lives only about half an hour away. I sent a letter to which he kindly responded, saluting me affectionately as Aunt Lauren. His wife’s dying wish had been that he would find someone and marry happily again. He has found a woman he calls amazing, and they are engaged. My husband and I will soon get together with Steve and his fiancée.
Death is an outrage, and God hates divorce. But by the grace of his forgiveness of repented sin, there will come a reconciliation of all things; and his eternal ordinance of the family cannot be broken, even by the most maladroit of human hands.