To Heaven and Back (Chapter Two)

Chapter Two

She woke up in total consciousness. She could sense everything and hear everything. She saw light, a bright shining light that she had never seen before. Something was not right with the light, she thought. She could stare at the light and not feel the pain in her eyes.

“Am I in Heaven?” She wondered.

Someone was walking towards her. It was a man dressed in all white and he had a genuine smile on his face. His gentle eyes searched hers and he lifted up his hands as if in prayers before coming towards her. He bent down. He touched her forehead and whispered, “Be healed”

She felt a surge of power coming into her. A power so full of joy that she had a overwhelming desire to laugh out loud, to stand and jump joyfully, to shout for the simple pleasure of shouting. To declare to the world how joyous she felt. Her pain suddenly disappeared, and in its place, a sense of total peace, a sense of wakefulness like never before. She knew that what happened to her was nothing against her. It just happened. Life events, life courses, it mattered not what happened to you, but how you deal with it. It mattered not what you did in the past, but what you do in the present. She understood the truth of life in a second. It was as if the power that surged through her woke her to this truth.

“Who are you?” She asked the man dressed in all white.

“Your friend.” He said

He offered his hand to her, and she saw the hole that passed through the palm of his hand. She gasped!

“Jesus!” She breathed

“Yes My child. Rest in me for you will find rest.” He smiled gently and lifted her up from her sitting position.

She looked around her. Everything looked the same. She was still in her house; the window still looked out to the street. Everything was in place. But yet, something was different. She was different. She lifted up her left wrist. The cut on her wrist was gone. She touched the place where her wound was. Nothing. No pain. No cut. No wound. No blood. She gazed in wonder at her perfectly woundless wrist and then looked up at Jesus, who was still staring at her gently, with a smile on His face.

“Come My child.” Jesus invited.

She followed Jesus out into the street. She saw what was different now. The street was full of smiling joyful people. They sang praises to the Lord. They jumped for joy. They worshipped Him who is All That Is. She felt a power inside her coursing forward, and before she knew it, she was singing praises alongside the rest, smiling and dancing joyously before the Lord.
Jesus smiled again.

“Welcome Home, My child. Welcome home.”