The PARTY in HEAVEN

I have attempted to explain to people what I see when I visit Heaven in my dreams. My description leaves much to be desired, but try to play along for a few minutes.

Imagine a party, if you will. Everyone is standing around, happily talking, laughing, and just visiting. No one is in a hurry to get someplace. They literally have all the time in the world to listen to a long story and they really want to hear the story their friend is telling. There is music faint in the background. The lighting is not harsh, nor is it too dim. No one is bored. Everything is just right.

If we were at an earthly party, everyone would have drinks in their hands. The listeners would be busy stuffing finger foods in their mouths while the story tellers told their tales. But we aren’t at an earthly party. We don’t need food to distract us from the business of reconnecting with old friends.

So we talk.

I’m allowed to join this party for a few short moments before I wake up. Some people have a message to pass along. Others just offer encouragement.

I hate to leave the party.

I have been sent back against my will. I could hear my alarm going off and the man I was talking with laughed and pushed against my chest. “Go back NOW,” he instructed. His shove slammed me back into my body. Who was he? I have absolutely no clue today. I knew him well enough to speak with at length. He was/is a Heaven Friend.

I have seen a recently deceased friend. He waved at me, then turned back to his argument with his cluster of old pals. They tried to make him understand that no one is ever 100% ready to go. He was still very much arguing with them and they were good naturedly explaining matters. Much later I worked up the courage and spoke to his widow. “He really didn’t want to go then, but his friends told him ‘Your wife and kids will be just fine. Here’s how things will work out…’ Then they started showing him how things were going to come together.”

I think she might have understood the message, after she got over the shock of “Why would YOU dream of him?”

Because he was a friend. I passed along a message for my friend.

The tapestry is being woven, even if we don’t see it. We will see all the pretty colors when we get to Heaven and our friends that preceded us point them out to us.

I look forward to the day I get to join the party, hopefully MANY years from now.