Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.

~ Proverbs 31:31 KJV

During my bedside prayers last evening

to our Father in Heaven above,

I thanked Him for you,

mother of the man I love.

I told Him of how special

you truly are to me,

and of how you have made me feel welcome

as part of your family.

Then as I laid listening

to the peaceful breathing of your son,

I thanked God for choosing me

to be his only one.

When I closed my eyes for the night,

I told God that I wish I knew

just where He found the mold

for a treasure like you.

Later in my dreams

I saw a glowing hand reaching for mine.

Then I heard a masculine voice whisper,

"Come with Me, and fear not. You will be just fine."

I took the hand, and suddenly found myself

in a land with streets made of gold.

The breath taking beauty of this place

was a gift for eyes to behold.

He told me, "Someday you will walk these streets,

but for now you must wait."

He tugged on my hand,

"Come, there is something I must show you at the gate."

He took me before a towering gate

crafted of perfect pearls and strung together by glory.

He commanded, "Look closely at this gate,

and listen for its' story."

Curious, I carefully observed the vast gate of pearls,

searching for a clue.

Then I noticed a pearl was missing.

He would be distraught, I knew!

I searched His dancing eyes as He laughed and said,

"Your mystery begins to unfold."

He winked at me and continued,

"That is where I found the lady's mold."