Don’t ask me to explain it.  Really there likely isn’t an explanation.  However, sometimes, like this morning. . .  when I was cleaning the master bathroom, I could swear that I heard my mama’s voice.

Now before you start thinking that I have lost my last marble, let me clarify that I’m pretty sure she is no longer here.  You see, from what I can understand from reading the Word, it seems to me that when a loved one passes from this earth to glory, their soul goes to be with the Lord.  While of course, their body stays in the grave waiting for the rapture to occur.  At least that’s what I’ve been taught all my life.

Nevertheless, there are times here and there that I could almost swear that I hear her.  This morning for example, I was cleaning the toilet, and had just put the little white wand with the blue pad on it into the bowl, when I heard. . .  “LYNettie, what are you doing?”

Without thinking, I replied, “Well, little mama, I was just cleaning the toilet so it would be clean if someone should stop by.”

You see, we’d had this conversation more than a time or two when she was still alive.

Raising up to look around behind me, I realized of a sudden that of course she could not have spoken to me. . .  she has been gone well over three years now.

I will tell you though, I was more than a little reluctant to glance toward the mirror on the wall.  As I did, I could almost swear I saw a shadow of movement right behind me.

Well, whether she actually spoke to me, or whether it was simply my overwrought imagination from a restless night’s sleep, it made me smile to think that Mama was still watching over me.  Keeping me on track so to speak.

Maybe it could happen. . .