Several years ago I worked with a woman whose mother was very ill, and had been hospitalized for weeks. I always included her mom in my prayers and one night was was lying in bed, praying for her healing and comfort, and heard a voice and then had a vision - which struck terror in me! This voice which I understood to be an angel, said that I shouldn’t be afraid, but I didn’t need to pray for her healing now, she was already home. My room was dark, but I then saw a hand gesture to me to peek through a parted dark drape and although it was hard to see in the brightness of the light I could see a young woman, skipping - (I know it sounds crazy, but wait). I asked if I could tell anyone about what I saw, and was told that seeing this was for my comfort and for the peace of the family. That was it. I got up and went out to the great room where my husband was watching TV and told him. I asked if he thought I was crazy, or hallucinating. He said no, but didn’t know what it could mean, either.
Several hours later, my phone beeped with an incoming text - my co-worker was letting us know that her mother had passed away earlier in the evening and she asked for our prayers. Wow. Now I was on the spot. Obviously I was supposed to share my experience, but I didn’t want her to think I had lost my mind. After some days I wrote out the exact things that I saw and heard, and gave them to her before work one morning. I stood there, hesitantly while she read. She got teary-eyed, and when I started to explain that I didn’t have any explanation for what happened, she said that for many years, her mom and aunt used to organize family reunions, and one of the games was a skipping contest, and her Mom always won! So that really weird fact was crucial to the whole narrative. This proved to be a huge source of consolation to her Dad and the whole family. And mine, too.