Flying like Peter Pan through the atmosphere of space, heaven, places where spirits hang around.
Shooting past all at such speed, yet not being blown about.
One arm straight overhead as though pointing in the direction will make a difference, with the other hand grabbing tightly to a child who is grabbing tightly to another child. A stream of children connected and ascending like a beautiful ribbon.
Arriving at our destination:
Approaching massive doors that open with Angels at each of them
Into an enourmous room, like a ballroom , completely majestic atmosphere.
Ahead is Father, sitting at the end of the room, in a grande chair smiling. Approaching Him and then turning to watch a sea of children coming in like the tide comes in at the shore.
Slowly, gracefully filling the room.
Little faces light up in awe as they realize where they are.
This is Heaven.
This is God's living room.
Sobbing uncontrollably now at the scene , not in sadness, but in a depth of emotion that is beyond any single feeling.
Overwhelmed by the number who have come in.
He smiles with his whole face and says "They followed you in here."
