Visits To Heaven Novels & Stories

“Then why are you wondering the earth, aimlessly?” “Because;” she smiled, “Heaven isn’t ready to open its doors. Not until He opens the seventh seal.” The knowledge that Ava learned had caused her to stumble back onto the stone tomb behind her. She was having a hard time breathing after the realization had hit her. Heaven was not ready to open its doors. As she looked around, she had a feeling that those doors would be able to open soon. If she had to judge by several spirits that she was able to see.

Audrey didn’t have to open her eyes to know that this was what heaven looked like. * * - - - - - To Be Continued - - - - -

"Well, that's fate. I suppose my baby misses me too much. Don't be too sad about it. I've completed the marathon of life, but you take your time." To soothe Everly, she joked, "Do pay me lots of visits and bring fresh flowers when I'm gone. Think of it as an early investment while I set things up in heaven for both of us. When it's your time to join me, we'll be living the high life in heaven with angels looking after us. Does that make you feel better?"

And I also missed my father's hugs. Doctor Francis sighed and looked up at Nurse Charlotte, and she shrugged. "Your Mama and papa were badly injured, Amalah. You survived because you were strapped on your seat belt." He answered. "Can I go and see them now?" I asked again. The doctor took my hand. "I'm afraid you can't see them, sweetheart. They are in heaven now." The last time I heard that someone went into heaven was when my grandmother passed away. My parents sat me down and told me that my grandmother was in heaven and that I need not worry about her. And I never saw her again.

“But she doesn’t know her step mother is evil.” I played along, thoroughly entertained. Then Shealith pulled me toward her side of the room. Unlike her sister, her setup was more abstract, fake grass, clouds suspended from string, and an army of strange-looking dolls with beady eyes and mismatched clothes. “This is Heaven,” she announced. “Heaven?” I asked, raising a brow. “Yes,” she nodded solemnly. “They live in the sky and have parties every day, but they don’t like noise.” I chuckled, thoroughly amused. “Sounds... peaceful.”

She blinked her innocent eyes, looking at me. My height ached, “Silly child, you are still so young! It’s too early for you to go to heaven.” Flora smiled sweetly and spoke in a babyish voice, “Mommy, if I go to heaven, please don’t be sad, and tell Daddy, don’t be sad too. In my next life, I will be your child again. I will become a little angel in Heaven, watching over Daddy and Mommy.” Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened to Flora’s words. “Darling, you will be fine. You won’t leave Mommy. Our family will stay together for long, long time!”

It was now obvious to them that he was no fan of that topic. For now, the boys did not care about that, they wanted to know more from Mpumi, “Where is Heaven, Mpumi?” Vincent had asked, and Dave added, “And how do I get there? I heard that God helps people. I want to go and ask God to help us too.” “Well, um… Heaven is… Some say it is above, and some say—” “I said stop it!” Dion cried again. “There shall be no talk about this again in this house.”

" She answered. I felt his presence in her words. She was right. Maybe, this is the only way he communicates with me. He always works differently and amazingly; it might be the way. I thanked Yarrow for showing me his love for me. She asked me about heaven; How it looked like? How many angels are there? I smiled and informed her it is not for her to know as angels; we don't have the capability to go in front of him. His light-filled heaven, and we have to cover our eyes when we walk in heaven. We talked for the full night about how human life changed from children to an adult and how they died and, mix in the same ground from where he was built.

She cannot go back home. "What does heaven look like?" I asked, though it wasn’t really what I wanted to ask. She looked up as if she could see the sky even though something was blocking our roof. "Heaven is your heaven, Chival," she chuckled. "What made you feel like heaven is your heaven." “You are my heaven, then,” I told her. “Though, I wasn’t sure if I’ll go to heaven. What’s hell like?” “Your deepest regrets, grief, what-ifs. The thing that will kill you over and over again, well, metaphorically, ”she shrugged.

We started our journey From Hell to Heaven. I am very lucky to have such a beautiful family. Thank you God for giving me such a wonderful children. Thank you Mom, thanks for sending angel in my life. I promise to protect hold love and treat like the queen and angel she is. My angel is love of my life and beautiful sunshine. God, always keep my family safe and happy! ********************************* How is it ?