Becoming aware of one’s mortality really sucks. I’m 47 (shun the term “late 40′s”) and over the last few years, the inevitable has happened.
The “It’ll never happen to me” way of living your life quietly morphs into a more realistic way of living and so, naturally, I’ve given more thought to things like the afterlife — or rather, heaven. I’ve become more curious.
I long to have a complete and thorough confidence in heaven and the peace that that brings.
Today, I finished the book “Heaven Is For Real.” It’s a breathtaking account of a child’s visit to heaven and a beautiful, beautiful account it is. This book opened my mind and heart and made me smile.