I knew a pastor whose mother lived with him and his wife. His mother had a small apartment in the basement so she could have privacy when she wanted it.
One weekend to of their grandsons came to visit. As is common with five and six year olds the boys were having a difficult time going to sleep. After being sent to bed they had to be warned several times to stop playing. The last time their mother went into their room the two small boys were staring out the window. When the door opened and they turned to see their mother in the doorway, both boys pointed outside excitedly saying, “Jesus is waiting in the yard. She told them to stop fooling around and to get into bed.
The next morning they discovered the pastor’s mother had gone home to be with her Lord. Maybe the boys had seen Jesus (John 14:3).
