Have you ever had a dream where you died, and found yourself standing at the gates of heaven? Have you ever been through those gates? Seen what was on the other side?
I had that dream last night. It was beautiful. Time is different there. I know time is different in dreams, but the time in heaven was even different than the rest of the time in the dream. It seemed to last forever. The gates were pearls, as pure as they can get. The roads were paved with the most perfect marble and lined with gold. The sky was the purest blue i've ever seen. Everyone was in the purest white clothes i'd ever seen. No glasses, no wheelchairs, no pain or suffereing. Just beautiful perfect people. I walked hand in hand with Jesus, sat at the feet of God, and got to listen to the choir of angels. I was told that i was chosen for a higher purpose. That it was my destiny to help people in heaven. I would be heavens equivilant of a greeter. Welcoming newcomers, and helping them adjust.
But to do that, i'd have to pass away from the earthly plane, and into heaven.
And to be completely honest with you, i'm not quite ready for that. I still have things to do here on earth. I've got people to help HERE. Two daughters that need me. I can't just leave them here without me. So i pleaded, and prayed, that i could come back. That i could do the job in heaven, just not yet.
It was the most intense, most realistic, dream i've ever had. Now it's got me doing all kidns of thinking. What if it was real? What does that mean? It's all too much to take in at once. So i'm writing it down here. To figure out at a later date.
So for now, i'm going to sign off here, go eat something, and rest some more. And hopefully i can figure this dream out later
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