Feeling the Presence of my Husband

I've never felt my husband's presence.  Once he left this earth, he went to Heaven.  I'm happy for him and sad for myself, but I would never want him to come back here to this horrible place called earth.  Heaven is a far better place.
Still, today, I felt his presence in another way.  My dog got away.  My cute little Shiba Inu, the dog they tell you never to let offleash because they're impossible to catch.  Today that theory was tested when he walked away from his leash and dashed down the streets.
After chasing him for I don't know how long, I stood in the middle of the street and called on God, binding satan.  It was then that he allowed me to catch him.
Now, it's late in the day, and I'm still thanking God that I didn't lose another dog this year.  And it suddenly hit me:  no, I don't feel the presence of my husband, but I feel that we are still connected.  And I felt that today strongly, for when I stood in that street, binding satan, I thought of my husband fighting the devil too.  And I felt my husband worshiping the same God I worship.  True, this is obvious, but I don't know--in that instant of thinking of my beloved puppy dying in front of my eyes, I felt the presence of God reaching out to me and my husband at the same time.  It was as if God was standing in that street, His hand on me and on my husband.  And the devil had no power.
 

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deleted_user

I agree with you, To call our loved ones back to this wretched earth from heaven would be a great injustice. Thank God it cannot be done. I am happy you recovered your dog. I have had to put one of beloved dogs down recently, and I miss her friendly loving company.
Eddie
DianeMTB
DianeMTB

Good for you. I am glad you had that experience. God reached out to us in ways that boggle our minds and so did your husband. All the best to you and I am glad you caught your dog. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year from Diane B.