“Terri, bring me my bible, please.” I look at my oldest daughter sitting a few feet away at the dining room table. She is only seventeen and so full of life. My only worry is that she doesn’t believe in God anymore.
“Mom, really? Please don’t preach to me this morning.” Her sarcastic tone is familiar. It doesn’t even bother me anymore.
“Open the front cover for me, ok? This has nothing to do with you.” I instruct her calmly.
I continue, “Now look on the right page in the bottom corner. There should be some names and dates written there. Read them for me, please.”
“Robert Takanis, May 3rd, 2001.”
“Lea Samuels, June 15, 2004.”
“SRB Carolyn Brody, January 9, 2007.”
The last name caught my attention, “Stop. There is no need to go any further.”
“Who are these people, Mom?” She asks as I motion for her to sit down at the computer.
“I need you to google the last name you read to me, SRB Carolyn Brody.” I know the outcome of her search but I need her to find it on her own.
She enters in the search bar, SRB Carolyn Brody. It only takes a second and the screen soon fills with results. Each one is more recent than the one below it.
“Read me the headline of the first result.” I instruct her with my back against the wall sipping coffee.
“SRB Carolyn Brody a Hero to Many. Mom, who is this woman?”
I tell her to keep reading. She reads the entire article about how this woman, SRB Carolyn Brody saved an entire classroom of elementary children when a gunman entered the building and began shooting it up. It was an event that occurred yesterday, January 9, 2014. She thought the coast was clear and walked outside the room to get help when the gunman fired at her from around the corner of the hall. She died before she could see him blow off his own head. Carolyn was the Senior Resident Broadcaster or SRB of the Eastmont School District. She was held in high esteem and was an avid and vocal Christian in her community.
“Mom, what does all this mean?”
I pull up a chair next to her and attempt to explain something I am unsure of myself. I open my bible.
“The names and dates I have written here are from dreams I’ve had. Dreams so vivid yet I do not know what they mean. In each dream I am given a name. It just so happens that the dream I had about this woman back in 2007 took place in a restaurant. When the waitress brought me the menu, I glanced up at her name tag and it read, SRB Carolyn Brody. I got up and googled her name the next morning just like I do all the others. The other names could be any number of people but Carolyn is special because in my dream her name tag read SRB. There is only one SRB Carolyn Brody in the world and she was killed yesterday, seven years since I had the dream about her.”
“So, you’re like some psychic or something?” Terri is grasping to understand something that even I do not understand.
“I don’t know, Terri. I just know I had a dream about this woman and now she is dead. I know you do not believe in God anymore but I hope you can see some connection here. Nothing happens by coincidence.”
Over the next few days as the more details about Carolyn emerge, Terri becomes enthralled with the story. She immerses herself daily in it. Then, one day I walk in to find her with my bible open. She is crying.
“Mom, we have to help these people. We have to warn them. What if something horrible happens to them too?”
I wipe her cheeks and hold her face in my hands. “The best thing we can do for them is pray, ok?”
I pray as Terri cries on my shoulder. In my prayer I add Terri and ask God that she may find her way back to him. When we are done, she looks at me as says, “I have.”
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