The Day I Met My Son

This past month has been such a battle. There have been many days where I've gotten to the point of struggling to find purpose in life again, and I have spent several nights restless with feelings of sadness, despair, and overwhelming fear. But about a week ago, I had one of the most spiritual and powerful experiences in my life, and it completely changed me for the better. Since then, I've had several strong promptings to share this experience with others but have fought those feelings, particularly as I consider the sacred nature of what happened. However, I trust that when I am prompted to do something, I must faithfully follow. So, a few days ago at about 4:00 in the morning, all of my negative feelings seemed to amplify at once. Just as those emotions were becoming increasingly unbearable, I saw a figure walk toward my bedside. I could not distinguish his facial features but saw that he had light brown hair and seemed to be in his twenties. I felt no fear in seeing this figure, but was calm and reassured that all was well. As he got closer to me, I was overwhelmed with love and peace. He knelt down and hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, then slowly walked away. Though I had never seen him before, I knew exactly who the figure was.
He was my son. I was completely filled with love, peace, and hope for the future, and was soon able to fall asleep. Since then, I have felt nothing but absolute tranquility.

In a priesthood blessing my husband gave me a while back, I was told that having my son would only make my life easier, as he would help give me purpose and the motivation to keep going. Feeling the love of my son changed my outlook on life immediately, and to think that he has impacted me this much already makes me that much more excited for him to be here in my arms.

I've been blessed enough to have had many experiences in my life where the veil has been thin and I have seen and felt the spirits of those that have passed on, and I am so thankful that Heavenly Father has allowed me to gradually understand that part of life through these beautiful experiences. I have always felt familiar with the presence of those that have passed away, but this was my first time experiencing the presence of a spirit yet to come to earth. What a blessing that was! I wish I could adequately put into words the glory and power in what I felt in that moment.

I bear witness that our loved ones are near us more often than we realize. I have felt many of them around me and have had experiences that have let me know that my brother who has passed away has even taught missionary lessons in my home to several spirits that desire to learn truth. There IS life after death, of that I am sure. After feeling my son's strong spirit, I am even more excited for him to be born. He has such a tender and loving way about him that I can hardly wait to feel every day. I'm so thankful that I have been lucky enough to catch a glimpse of what forever is really like, because it sure is beautiful.