HEAVEN IS MY HOME

Last year I felt absolutely awful for several months on end. I honestly didn't know if I would last the year. It made me write some things about the possibility of death.

This was about August:

Heaven is the finish, it is the beginning. All is made well when one passes through the gate of death and enters into life eternal.

It is the next step. It is the final. It is the begone, it is the beguine. The start, the Purpose, the Final. All is made well, and right, and perfect, and acceptable.

It is then when we can forget what came before, and we begin anew. What light, what joy what sublimity. What peace, what joy, what exceeding love and light.

All things are made well in Him. All things are put aside. We forget those things which are behind and embrace those things which are before.

All things are made pefect. We are made whole. We become complete, and whole and rested. We rest in peace, away from danger, and away from pain.