I was recently visited by someone I never expected to see again. I never thought I'd hear his voice, or touch his skin. We hugged and we laughed. I woke up in tears. I had been visited by an Angel in my sleep. In life you will meet people that were crafted extra specially. Their souls are different than most and you see the sunshine that peaks out of their hearts. You recognize these people as great. My friend Spencer was an amazing person; caring and loving. No matter what was happening in his own life he would set his own troubles aside to help someone else. Spencer had a heart of Gold. It doesn't matter how he passed away, what matters is that I now know that he is still okay. I am an incredibly spiritual person. Not in a way like I will get on the ground and speak in tongues or anything wild (not dissing you if you do that but...,) no, I am spiritual in a sense of knowing what I believe and knowing my God and myself. I talk to God throughout my day not just with my hands folded or holding a rosary, but I speak to him as a friend when I am in need. I don't just pray when times are tough, but I keep a very open relationship with the Lord. I believe in heaven and miracles and karma and the universe. After seeing Spencer nothing can be doubted. The Lord allowed him to come and check on me and I have never felt so blessed. I cried for hours, not only because I saw and spoke to an angel but because of how incredible it is to know that I am so fortunate as to have had that opportunity. And if I never see or speak to him again I will be happy knowing I did this last time. He said something to me in my dream that really set me aback. Me and Spencer had kissed a couple times and had crushed on each other for years, so when he flirted with me I was not surprised; he goes, "so in what life time are we going to fall in love and become soul mates? Because I have like nine lives." And when he said this it all clicked to me, Spencer isn't alive. And all instinatiously I was sad but so happy. I couldn't tell him that he wasn't alive, I couldn't tell him that he was an angel, it wasn't my place and I couldn't spit the words out. Although I'm sure he knows that he is an angel, I could not bring myself to say that to him, I simply laughed and replied, "we will have to find out." The day after the dream was the day I had to choose what I am majoring in in college, and I had no idea if I was suppossed to pick law and justice or writing and film. Spencer looked at me and told me that I was going to make a great lawyer one day. I chose criminal justice that day when I woke up.
When you open up your soul to God and the universe you allow all miracles to become possible.
I love you Spencer!
