Nightmare

This early morning I woke up with a start. I had had a nightmare

This is how it goes…

An angel came visiting me and said my time in this world is over and I need to go.

I looked at my husband beside me and thought, “ he will get by without me”. Then went to look at my daughter and thought, “ She needed me a little longer. But she has her father to take care of her. She will be fine”.

I told the angel to wait while I packed my bag and before he could say anything I rushed into my den to pack a few things for my onward journey. I quickly packed my things and came back. The angel looked at my big bag queerly and said that I couldn’t carry stuff.
What?  Yes. I couldn’t carry any stuff !!!

I looked at him pleadingly and begged him to allow me take my sketch book, colors, brushes and pen.

NO !

A few pieces of cloth, thread and needle ?

NO !!

My crochet hook and a small ball of yarn ?

NO !!!

Just scissors to make me feel at home ?

NO !!!! 

What will I do with my hands in heaven ? I don’t play the harp !!!

My goodness death is indeed scary.

I woke up with a start, went into my den. I was so relieved to see all my craft stuff in place….