A few weeks ago, I dreamed about my children’s choir teacher from church. In my dream, I remembered she would be ninety-nine years old, and had some physical limitations, yet in my dream she ran down the steps from a large stage to greet me. In her normal way, she bear-hugged me, then pulled back, held my arms, and looked into my eyes. She asked me about my walk with God, and what I was doing for the Kingdom. Then I woke up.
Immediately, I Googled her name to see if there was an obituary for her and couldn’t find one. For six days, I continued to search. My mom and I visited her home in a neighboring town, and it seemed abandoned. We called around to folks we knew, and even went by the local nursing home. I called churches in the area. Nothing.