I have had similar experiences where the answer to a question simply appears, never with a particular deceased relative as in your story, but more as though I’m asking something and someone or something is answering, and I didn’t produce that thought, if that makes any sense. Maybe a guardian angel? Maybe a deceased relative? Maybe it’s just me after all. Regardless, I could relate to your story in that sense.
Your interpretation of the excerpt from Secrets of Heaven was quite beautiful, i.e. that each moment is a new beginning and in that sense we can be filled with hope as we work toward goodness. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks for sharing your own experience, Lisa. I'm guessing it might be more common than most of us realize. It's definitely a distinctly different sensation than our own thoughts, isn't it? In any case, I'm glad to know the story resonated.
I have had similar experiences where the answer to a question simply appears, never with a particular deceased relative as in your story, but more as though I’m asking something and someone or something is answering, and I didn’t produce that thought, if that makes any sense. Maybe a guardian angel? Maybe a deceased relative? Maybe it’s just me after all. Regardless, I could relate to your story in that sense.
Your interpretation of the excerpt from Secrets of Heaven was quite beautiful, i.e. that each moment is a new beginning and in that sense we can be filled with hope as we work toward goodness. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks for sharing your own experience, Lisa. I'm guessing it might be more common than most of us realize. It's definitely a distinctly different sensation than our own thoughts, isn't it? In any case, I'm glad to know the story resonated.