My eldest daughter, Caryn, left the day after Christmas to board a plan to India. Within a span of six weeks, she will have spent time in Bhutan, India, and Nepal. While she primarily is there to simply love people, she is also working as a humanitarian photographer. To be honest, I have lost count of how many times she has traveled abroad within the past seven years. I am always happy for her to go, but there is certainly a sense of relief when she safely returns.
Three years ago, I had a very vivid dream one night while my daughters were overseas. At the time, my older girls were 20 and 22 and they were both in India doing a three-week student outreach. To my horror, I dreamed that their plane crashed. Then I saw them standing before their Creator with such immense joy. You could see God’s delight in them. As I watched all of this take place, God suddenly turned to me and I heard Him lovingly whisper, “Cherie, MY daughters died living.”
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