A picture of heaven has always been stored in my daydreams. I have let the image of heaven take over me. When I think of heaven, I feel and see so many things, and I get overwhelmed by what I imagine heaven could be like.
When I die, I know I will be received by Christ. I will get to hug Him and enjoy that moment where my heart will have nothing but eternal peace. I swear that I can see myself among the clouds. After Christ greets me, I can see myself suddenly alone, staring out at the vast amount of clouds.
I Hope to See My Mom in Heaven
Behind me, I hear footsteps. I would like to imagine that there would be footstep sounds in heaven. Those footsteps quickly lead to an embrace. I can tell that this aura of a being is my mom.
At this moment, I am shocked because I missed her for many years. All I had left of my mom were vanishing images in my mind and photos. Yet, when I turn around to face her, my eyes meet hers, and those images I held onto on Earth no longer matter.
With my eyes laid upon her, I see that she has not aged one bit. Her face is covered in tears of joy, and as she pulls away, I see her smile again—the smile I thought I would never see again. My insides feel warm at that moment, and the pain I held onto so closely disappears.
My Tour of Heaven Would be Done By My Mom
On Earth, my mom got very excited about things she enjoyed and loved. I can see her excitement as she takes my hand to give me a tour of heaven. All I can think is, “Wow, I really hope that this is what heaven is like.”
But before she can begin to show me anything, I hear familiar voices yelling my name in the lights behind me. When I turn around to connect the voices with faces, I see that my family is running to greet me.
In my mind, I am assuming I am the last to die from my immediate family. It is such a relief to see that in heaven my family will have been forgiven, and I would have forgiven them for any arguments on Earth. But my biggest relief comes from them forgiving me completely for my mistakes and loving me as I am.
What I see is that I will finally get to enjoy my family being all together and peaceful with one another.
There is such joy in my heart when I get hugged by my brother and sisters. The happiness that glows from their eyes and smiles is more than enough to bring me peace from the past. They have forgiven and forgotten all their hurts and pains on Earth, and it is as if we only remember beautiful memories.
Seeing my Father in Heaven Will be a a Miracle
My welcoming to heaven is brighter than I can ask for. Yet, as my mind transitions into this new way of life, I remember that the last person I need to find up here is my father. He is the one person I was so concerned for. I know not what else to do but to ask my mother about my father.
On Earth, my parents never spoke to each other again after their divorce. I forgot that that would be an issue, but my mother sees no issue with me wanting to look for my father. Except, I do not have to look. She knows exactly where he is.
My mother takes my hand and walks me past clouds, rainbows of many colors, and animals. Whales are swimming above me. The howls the whales make echo in heaven. At the same time, the fish and birds swim and fly past me and seem to be enjoying the warmth from the infinite light God has in heaven. I see that water flows abundantly. So many people are enjoying and relaxing in the water. There are no worries in heaven.
And of course, my father is there, by the water.
My mouth is left open as my mom nudges me to go up to him to let him know that I have arrived. For some reason, I am scared. My father was someone that I did not know if he would be saved. I hoped every day he would accept heaven.
In front of me, I can see that he did.
My father is waiting for me. He has been waiting for me for many years. He has spent much time remembering our adventures and the work we did together. I can tell because he seems to be reminiscing about our memories together. I always wanted him to be proud of me.
There He Was, My Father in Heaven
Walking up to my dad is nerve-wracking. All I can wonder is if he will accept me as I am. That is all I ever wanted.
Unexpectedly, he turns around and looks at me. Time stops for me. I cannot tell if he knows I am his daughter. He could have possibly been looking at someone behind me. But how could he miss me? I am his daughter.
He saw me. He saw me the way God saw me.
My father asks me to come to him. I do. And he looks at me and tells me that he missed me every day since he left Earth. He says he was waiting for me. He regretted never telling me he was proud of me. My father is clear to state that before I say anything he needs to say the following:
“Yessenia, I am proud of you. You have done more for your family, and your children than I could have ever done. Yessenia, you made me so proud. You were a fighter, fighting for others. That is why God kept you on Earth for so long. Now, you are here. You can finally rest knowing that your work is done. I am proud of you, and so is your family.”
I Hope to God Heaven is Real
When I think of heaven, I hope I can finally witness peace amongst my family. Imagining the embrace I will receive from family and friends helps me find relief down here on Earth. To know that all this will be over and I will be able to finally sit and enjoy God’s wonders has me draw a deep breath when I am stressed or overwhelmed.
When I am in a bad place mentally, I breathe deeply and think of heaven. If I am crying over the amount of stress I have at work, I think of heaven.
I look to the trees, the sky, the moon, and the light for assurance that all of this sadness will end soon. Imagining heaven reminds me that we will all bow down to Christ one day.
All of my worries will disappear. I will not have to work to relax and be free from stress.
I know that it is hard to believe that heaven can be real. Of course, it is tough. But I would rather believe and hope heaven will be like this than believe there is nothing left for us after this life. I truly hope this is what heaven is like.