My Grandfather Was With Me
I've been struggling since Thursday; triggering, a lot. There have been two main contributors, well, three actually.
- I'm on my period. Stupid hormones.
- A recent explosion of a pocket of emotions I didn't realize were buried. It's good that they are coming to the surface so I can deal with them, but they are still painful, and they still cause me to want to numb.
- The adversary. Jerk.
Last night my struggles reached an unbearable level. So much so that I knew I just needed to get to bed safe. I crashed down on my knees before bed and begged Heavenly Father to comfort me, bless me and help me stay safe. I specifically asked Him to allow angels to attend me; even a specific angel. My great great great grandfather to whom I feel especially close.
Dear Heavenly Father, please help me stay safe. Please allow my great great great grandfather to be with me. I need him. I need to feel his presence. Please allow him to touch me; not that I can feel his touch, but I really want him to be close to me; to touch me. Please let him protect me as I sleep.
I stood, crawled into bed and snuggled under the covers.
I immediately began to fall into a sweet and peaceful slumber when I was startled awake by intense waves of goosebumps rolling all over my body, from my head to my toes.
I laid there.
Drinking the sensation.
And I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Heavenly Father had answered my prayer.
My grandfather was with me.