That’s what we mean when we say Heaven. No mansions, no rivers of diamonds, or fluffy clouds or angel wings. You are loved. And you aren’t alone. That is God. That is Heaven.
There is no time. There is no death. Life is a dream. It’s a wish. Made again and again and again and again and again and again and on into eternity.
It isn’t about us anymore. It’s about everyone else in the world. Dying for people we haven’t even met. No greater love than that.
Everyone gets their wings clipped at some point.
