Heaven’s real, all right. No one in this family will ever forget the experience of being with my husband’s grandfather when he died a couple of years ago. He was one of the most dear, God-loving men I have ever known, and during his last days in the hospital, the Lord gave him glimpses of what was to come. He would take our hands and tell us he couldn’t even find the words to describe what he was seeing, and that he couldn’t wait to go. The atmosphere in that little room was like that of a worship service....even the doctors and nurses tiptoed in and out, and one nurse told my MIL she had never felt anything like it.
Looking back, I think God did it as much for us as for him, so we’d have the assurance that he would be okay.
I remember when my grandmother was in the hospital and we knew she was dying. She was 100. I remember hearing her having a conversation with her two sisters who had died before her. It was like they were welcoming her to Heaven. She died within the hour.
My gran is very, very old. I mean very. She said one day that she saw two men in white robes at the end of her bed and they said, “It’s not time, yet.”
I mean she is very old and lives at home.
As for me. I have seen the shimmering beings when a person (who was a satanist online) said that they were going to “take care of me.”
Everyone can go ahead an scoff. But there’s a lot we don’t know.