Everybody wants to go to Heaven, just nobody wants to go now!!! Except me!
All kidding aside, once you have experienced Heaven and return here to this realm, you feel so empty it is as though your closest friend died and ripped your heart out in the process.
I died from meningitis in 1988 and experienced Heaven. Not only did it eliminate my fear of death, it caused me to greatly miss the feeling of being in God’s radiance. No longer did I want to be here in earth. It truly is like finding the treasure buried in the field. Here it is, over twenty five years later and I still remember the experience as though it is a current experience.
Recently I was deep in prayer and crying, begging God to allow me to return to His radiance and experience His Love again as I miss it so much. His voice immediately responded, “Love me in all the people around you.”
There is an important lesson in life!
When we are full of ourselves we have no room for God. When we are empty, nothing can fill the void except God.
This says it all!
Recently I was deep in prayer and crying, begging God to allow me to return to His radiance and experience His Love again as I miss it so much.
Most of us go through life seeking "true" love. I recall the Conversion Story of Roy Schoeman. In it, he describes the day he "fell into heaven" while walking through the woods. He writes:
I felt myself in the immediate presence of God. I was aware of His infinite exaltedness, and of His infinite and personal love for me. I saw my life as though I was looking back on it after death, in His presence, and could see everything which I would be happy about and everything which I would wish I had done differently. I saw that every action I had ever done mattered, for good or for evil. I saw that everything which had ever happened in my life had been perfectly designed for my own good from the infinitely wise and loving hand of God, not only including but especially those things which I at the time I thought had been the greatest catastrophes. I saw that my two greatest regrets when I died would be every moment which I had wasted not doing anything of value in the eyes of God, and all of the time and energy which I had wasted worrying about not being loved when every moment of my existence I was bathed in an infinite sea of love, although unaware of it. I saw that the meaning and purpose of my life was to worship and serve my Lord and Master, in whose presence I found myself. I wanted to know His name, so that I could worship Him properly, so that I could follow "His" religion.
Your testimony bears this out.
Fascinating. Thanks for sharing.