Sara's Soul Read Free

I’m so lost without you. I wanted to learn from you. I wanted to see what you saw—the angels, the spirits, the glimpses of a glorious afterlife. But what I got instead was dark and depressing. How do I find the light in that?”
    She cried until her black cotton T-shirt was soaked with tears, and she no longer had anything left but emptiness. Drained from her emotional outburst, Sara’s body felt heavy and her eyelids became droopy. Before long, she headed into her bedroom, where she collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. When she opened her eyes several hours later, her mother was standing over her.
    “Mom? Why are you here?” she sleepily asked.
    “Because you need me,” Star replied. “You also asked me a question, and I am here to provide the answer.”
    Sara watched her mother silently, taking in every detail of her features. Star was absolutely radiant. Her smooth porcelain skin had a beautiful, youthful glow to it, and she was surrounded by white light. Her blue eyes were as deep and stunning as sapphires, and her hair was flowing in a cascade of fiery spirals. Star’s whole being exuded warmth and love. Sara had indeed inherited her mother’s piercing blue eyes and glowing reddish hair. That was the one thing in life she appreciated. Every time she looked at herself in the mirror, she saw a glimpse of the woman who had given her life. Her mother was the one person she could trust completely, and the only one who ever truly understood her. Oh how she wished she could have that back now.
    What was my question again? Sara thought, struggling to remember.
    “There is always light, Sara, but sometimes we are too blocked to see it. You need to free yourself from whatever is holding you back—fear, grief, regret, anger. Let it go. You do indeed have a gift, my dear, and a very important mission, too. Why do you think you have these visions?”
    “I don’t know… to make me suffer? To punish me for not being able to save you?” Sara replied angrily.
    “No, Sara. No one wants you to suffer,” Star said, gently placing a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “And there was nothing you could have done to save me. It was just my time. Besides, there wasn’t anything to save. I’m fine. In fact, I’m more alive than I’ve ever been. I didn’t die, Sara. I just moved on. Didn’t you realize that yet?”
    “No, Mom,” Sara said. “The only thing I realized is that there is so much suffering in the world. So many people are hurting. I see it every day, and it tears me up inside. I don’t want to be a part of that anymore.”
    “But what if you’re a part of it for a reason?” her mother offered. “What if your gift was given to you because you’re supposed to do something with it? You’re meant to help people, Sara.”
    “How can I help them when I can’t even help myself?” Sara protested, a tear softly trickling down her face.
    “By staying here on Earth. By waiting. By watching for him.”
    “Him?”
    “Yes. You haven’t met him yet, but he will be the key to your mission. He will help show you the way. But you have to trust him.”
    Sara let out a laugh. She realized this must all be a dream. It was like a scene out of one of her romance novels. A lonely woman is about to meet a man who will sweep her off her feet and suddenly make everything okay. She had read stories like this hundreds of times before. Clearly, she was still sleeping. That was the most rational, reasonable explanation for her mother’s visit. Star had never communicated with Sara after she died. She had never visited to offer comfort or advice. Why would she come now?
    “This isn’t a dream, Sara,” Star said firmly. “I’m really here.”
    “No you’re not. You’re dead!” Sara cried. “I must have some imagination to dream all of this crap up. To think you would actually visit me when you never did before. All those years of waiting and hoping for you, Mom. But you never came. And I