Hello Brothers, Sisters, and Heartdwellers Family.
So, Sunday, the Lord invited us, as a community, to take a trip to Heaven—to come back to Heartdwellers Lane. Once the song began to play I thought for sure that I would be back in the City of Jerusalem on our street.
However, I found myself immediately transported in the sky—flying again—but on a pterodactyl, among all things. I’ve learned to allow the Lord to transport us wherever he wants us to go. Some went to Heartdwellers Lane, and others were taken to different places in heaven.
So as I was flying on this pterodactyl I noticed Jesus was right beside me, flying on a pterodactyl as well. He looked over at me and smiled. We were again flying over another beautiful valley below. Then, before I knew it, I saw several other pterodactyls emerge, some on my right and others on my left beside Jesus—coming into a linear flight formation. I then peered over as we were flying and realized there were all children flying with me and Jesus. I recognized them all as my nieces and nephews, adolescents, and some infants who were tied down seated in baskets behind the older children who were flying. The one flying closest to me was my sister—she looked at me and smiled excitedly. She had an infant child seated in a basket behind her.
Unfortunately, coming from a family of seven with six girls and one brother a lot of mistakes were made and in our pride, there were many children aborted and miscarried. In the Lord’s great mercy towards us, I was seeing all of them, all of my siblings’ children, and my sister I recently found I had, in heaven. Jesus took us down leading the way as we flew descending now, into another beautiful valley, with luscious green grass as tall as sugar cane stalks, and low shrubs peering right before a mountain, and the most beautiful waterfall. It looked like a little African village. It had rather large huts with leafed tops. The pterodactyls landed gently on the ground and once we landed I was able to just slide off, as all the others slid off their dinosaurs. There were more than fifteen of us.
Jesus had a white buttoned linen top with brown safari trousers and boots on. He looked so handsome, and I realized I was wearing a matching outfit. He waited for me as I slid off and landed in his arms. We held each other by the waist, walking as, all my nieces, nephews and sister came running towards us. My sister handed me the infant that was riding with her. As I held the young child who was about one- and-a-half or two years of age, I immediately knew it was Derrick’s son. And a young girl, the age of three, came jumping up wanting me to be held as well. It was his daughter. I held them both on my waist hugging them both tightly as I saw all the smiling faces of all my nieces and nephews. They were so beautiful, and I felt as if my heart would jump out of my chest because I was so filled with love for them and saw my siblings in each one of their children.
I thought of all the missed years and missed joys of each one of these children who hadn’t been in our lives—but now I got to see. I then heard my Grandma call, “Come children, come,” as they all giggled and now ran ahead of Jesus and me, as I handed the toddlers back. Grandma ran to me saying, “Oh, my granddaughter!”. She had the most beautiful smile and unique laughter—I ran to hug her.
The village was small and intimate like a Utopia all on its own. It was breathtaking as people were bustling around and I knew they were getting dinner prepared just for us. My grandma walked me closer to the central area of the village and I saw my aunt who recently passed away, on my father’s side—and my mother’s cousin who had just passed away. They all came to greet me with joy and hugs. I was amazed, all my family was here from my mother and father’s sides. My Grandma, able to read my thoughts said, “Well you know what they say, it takes a village to raise a child.” and she smiled.
Then my sister came and grabbed me by the hand and took me into one of the huts. It was beautiful, made out of clay, and [was] rather large inside. There was a long table with food preparations. I looked at her, just staring—because she looked so much like my younger sister. Then sorrow pierced my heart as I realized we never got a chance to know her—she never got a chance. So I just repeated, “I am sorry, I am so sorry”. She looked at me and said, “In Heaven, you are forgiven and loved,” and hugged me and kissed me on the cheek as tears filled my eyes and her love removed the pain. I then thought to ask her if children in heaven who are aborted, know?” and “Who raises them in heaven?” She is in her late twenties, she answered my thought saying no, they don’t know, and they are raised by family members until their parents come. She was raised by other family members until my grandma came which was about 5 years ago. She then told me to help her cut the potatoes.
The potatoes were a beautiful golden not like I had seen before on earth. Then she said, taste it”. I thought “Whaaat, [what] a raw potato?” She smiled and repeated, “Taste it!” So I did, and it was the best-tasting potatoes I had ever eaten—so warm, perfectly cooked, and delicious but as I held them they were hard raw potatoes. I looked at her with eyes big in wonder as she laughed. I then said, “What is the point of cooking if anything we eat tastes like this in heaven?” She then retorted in laughter, Well what’s the fun in that?”— as if to say, they liked the labor of cooking although they didn’t have to. We both laughed and began to cut. Then my grandma walked and hugged me as I was cutting away. The kitchen had a window and overlooked the grassy field that was just before the waterfall. She said, “I am so glad you are here, how I have missed you”. I smiled at her and we looked out the window to see Jesus playing with all the children. Just then, my nephew rushed to the door and said, “Come play with us!”. My grandma and my sister shooed me off as they and the rest of the village would continue to prepare dinner.
When I came outside all the children were lined up in two rows facing each other holding hands linked. They were playing Red Rover. I thought, “Wow, I haven’t played this game in a long time! They play Red Rover in heaven? Cool!”
So how one plays Red Rover is by having two teams. Both teams link arms and the person from the other team calls out a name and that person runs as fast as they can trying to break the arm link of the other team. If they are unable to break the arm link then that person is a prisoner and becomes a part of the opposing team. So the team with the longest link of people wins.
Jesus and I were on opposite teams, and I looked at him mischievously thinking, “I am going to beat you!” One of the children ran first, and into the arms of two people from the opposite side to break their link. But just like Stretch Armstrong, their arms became like rubber bands and the child just bounced right out of their link onto the ground which bounced him up and down like a trampoline. I forgot it was heaven, anything is possible, of course. This will not the normal Red Rover game. They all roared in laughter. Then it was Jesus’ turn. He put his left leg back as if in a track-stance. Then He shot off running towards the children. Before he could break the arm link, he disappeared—as fast as lighting—and reappeared just as fast, on the other side of the arm link. He raised his hands in victory as all the children said, “Aw man, that is not fair, You’re God!” We all roared in laughter! Then it was my turn. I pulled my leg up and ran for it—then the ground gave way and I bounced high up all the way to the sky and did a summersault as I noticed the two children I had targeted to break their arm link, now had stretched themselves all the way up to the sky to meet me. So I was barely able to jump over their arms to get to the other side of them. When we all landed back on the ground we all roared in laughter! Then surprisingly, Derrick’s son wanted to give it a try. He was still in diapers. He stood up, pulled up his diapers, and ran toward the opposite team with his sister cheering him on. He then began to bounce around like popcorn really fast, all over the place, confusing the opposite team because they didn’t know whom he was going to try to run through. He was able to jump through a link of hands and make it to the other side. Then he said in victory, “Yay, toddlers win!!” as everyone roared in laughter. Then we all began to jump on the grass as it gave way and became like a trampoline.
[To be continued in part 2]