How Beautiful Heaven Must Be

I read in a book one time of a child that had a near death experience and went to Heaven.   He later explained Heaven in such great detail as he talked about family members he saw, even sat on Jesus lap, but what I remember about the book was his vivid description of the colors in Heaven.   

I remember reading it over and over, then closing my eyes to imagine how beautiful Heaven must be.  

I don’t know if what this little fella saw was real, but he inspired so many people by telling his story, including me.  

After spending most of the day yesterday enjoying some time outside basking in the glory of the final days of summer, with a subtle hint of Fall in the air, I took my nieces to a favorite childhood spot that I hadn’t  been to in many years. 

“Beauty Mountain”  

My first thought, How did I not appreciate this when I was younger?   My second thought, I need a place like this to come to everyday and just be alone with God.   My third thought as the sun was warm on my face, You are here, aren’t you God?  My fourth thought, HOW BEAUTIFUL HEAVEN MUST BE!



I prayed for my family.  I prayed for dear friends.  I thanked God that He showed me that just because I may not feel Him some days and He’s not speaking to me as I think He should…He is still there.    He’s all around me.   He never left me.  

The words BE STILL kept echoing in my mind and even in my heart yesterday.   I’m pretty sure that was God telling me that everything is going to be alright.   

You really are here, aren’t you God?

We read of a place that’s called heaven,

It’s made for the pure and the free;

These truths in God’s word He has given,

How beautiful heaven must be.
How beautiful heaven must be

Sweet home of the happy and free;

Fair haven of rest for the weary,

How beautiful heaven must be.
In heaven no drooping nor pining,

No wishing for elsewhere to be;

God’s light is forever, there shining,

How beautiful heaven must be.
How beautiful heaven must be

Sweet home of the happy and free;

Fair haven of rest for the weary,

How beautiful heaven must be.
The angels so sweetly are singing,

Up there by the beautiful sea;

Sweet chords from their gold harps are ringing,

How beautiful heaven must be.
How beautiful heaven must be

Sweet home of the happy and free;

Fair haven of rest for the weary,

How Beautiful Heaven Must Be ❤️

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