Chicken Soup for the Soul
We’re all familiar with the Chicken Soup for the Soul books—those classic collections of inspiring, feel-good stories that have lifted hearts for decades. Whether you’re going through a tough time or just need a gentle reminder of the goodness in people, picking up one of these books and reading a story or two is like giving your soul a warm hug.
Finding Inspiration in Everyday Moments
When I started thinking about Chicken Soup for the Soul—those books filled with uplifting, real-life stories that warm your heart—I figured maybe I’d share my favorite chicken soup recipe. But then I thought… most folks already know how to make chicken soup (and let’s be honest, we eat plenty straight from the can around here!).
So instead of a recipe, I decided to share something a little different. It’s a personal story from several years ago—one I’ve only ever shared with one or two people. But it’s stayed with me all this time, and maybe it’s finally time to share. Here goes.
My Story
Several years ago, late one evening, I was lying on the couch watching TV. I must have dozed off, but something stirred me awake—a dream, maybe. My husband had already gone to bed, and the house was quiet, still. I’m not sure if it was a dream or something else entirely.
In this dream (we’ll call it a dream), the room was dark, and in the corner—just behind a desk or table—I saw something small. I couldn’t tell if it was a person or an animal, but it was trembling. Shaking like it was scared or cold. Whatever it was, it clearly needed comfort.
I walked over and bent down to pick it up. But before I could reach out, I felt myself being lifted—swept up gently, off my feet, and held close. Cradled in strong arms, the way you’d hold a child. It felt like we were floating, suspended in the air.
The air around me was warm, and there was a beautiful light—bright but soft, not harsh or glaring. And then came the most amazing feeling: warmth, comfort, love, and a deep sense of protection. I felt completely safe, completely at peace.
No words were spoken. I never saw a face. But I knew—without question—I was being held. And I remember thinking I never wanted it to end. That I could stay there forever.
Waking Up
When I woke up—or whatever it was—maybe I’d stopped breathing for a few seconds… who knows. All I knew in that moment was that I had just experienced the most wonderful, secure feeling I had ever known.
The only way I can describe it is this: it must be what it feels like to be in the arms of the Savior.
I’ve never had that experience again, but just remembering it brings a sense of peace. And if that was even a small glimpse of what eternity with Him feels like, then it’s certainly something to look forward to.
