Wanting to Meet My Maker


A Short Story Written by My Mother

When my sisters and I were going through our Mom’s papers after her death in 2003, we came across a short story she wrote. I do not have the text, now, but I have a vague memory of what was on that page. This is the story to the best of my recollection.

I am leaving my usual life. My time has come to move on to the next level of my existence.

I begin thinking about what it would be like to finally meet my creator. Would I be welcomed? Would I meet others there? It will all be so exciting.

Then my consciousness starts to leave my body. As I progress down the dark tunnel, I see at the end a brilliant light. That light keeps drawing me on and on, slowly bringing me to the threshold of my new life.

Finally, after an indeterminate time, I arrive at my destination, and break through to a bright and shiny space.

“Where’s my Maker?” I ask.

“Here she is…” a voice answers.

A strong energy picks me up and places me… on my mother’s chest!

“Welcome, little one. You’ve come a long way, today.”

I look at her face, and she smiles at me. My whole body fills up with warmth in response.

I’d forgotten how much love there is between a mother and her daughter. It’s beautiful!

About cdsmiller17

I am an Astrologer who also writes about world events. My first eBook "At This Point in Time" is available through most on-line book stores. I have now serialized my second book "The Star of Bethlehem" here. And I am experimenting with birth and death charts. If you wish to contact me, or request a birth chart, send an email to cdsmiller17@gmail.com
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1 Response to Wanting to Meet My Maker

  1. cdsmiller17 says:

    Overnight, Mom suggested a slightly different ending. It’s her short story, after all.


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