Heaven Is For Real

A beautiful beating heart that stopped — no longer breathing. Her spirit is still alive, an unwavering connection. The link — the missing link — broken in this lifetime, will reconnect in Heaven. I feel her presence over my shoulder, sitting quietly with her grieving mother. Every day my eyes cast to the heavens, trusting in the great miracle of the wonders of God, giving me hope that Heaven is real. I feel it deeply — as real as the bond that ties us together. Though gone from my sight, she continues living a life of meaning, waiting through days, months, even years to reunite joyfully — the promise of why Heaven is for real.