Hello.
I've been thinking about heaven.
To be more precise, I'm a Catholic Christian, and in one of my dreams, I was in heaven.
Me and my nuclear family had passed on. We had forgotten our deaths, and basked in the rays of God.
If I had to describe the feeling; hmm- do you know that feeling that you had as a child, when there was something amazing about to happen, and you couldn't wait- like at a amusement park?
That was the feeling.
I wonder, why did this dream occur? I can still vividly remember the feelings, so was God trying to tell me something? Am I straying from his kingdom?
I can't stop thinking about it. It's tantalizing, every day I'm reminded of the happiness and joy I felt.
There are those who deny the existence of such a place. I pity them.
But, to be frank, I'm scared.
I'm scared that I won't be accepted. That all the unspeakable things I've done behind closed doors is too much to forgive. I try to follow in the way, but I am faltering.
I think about it, hell.
I think about how many people have gone there, and what they feel.
I think about if I have a seat ready there, with my name on it.
I think and think, but every day there's a silent shudder in my heart, and I pray that I do not be sent there.
Quietly and alone in my room. I pray and pray and pray. I pray that I may be forgiven by his grace.
He sees us, you know? Every single thing that you do, he observes with infinite knowledge of what you are doing, even thinking.
He knows every single sin you commit; he's even watching me type, and you read.
I'm so scared of hell.
Thank you.
I've been thinking about heaven.
To be more precise, I'm a Catholic Christian, and in one of my dreams, I was in heaven.
Me and my nuclear family had passed on. We had forgotten our deaths, and basked in the rays of God.
If I had to describe the feeling; hmm- do you know that feeling that you had as a child, when there was something amazing about to happen, and you couldn't wait- like at a amusement park?
That was the feeling.
I wonder, why did this dream occur? I can still vividly remember the feelings, so was God trying to tell me something? Am I straying from his kingdom?
I can't stop thinking about it. It's tantalizing, every day I'm reminded of the happiness and joy I felt.
There are those who deny the existence of such a place. I pity them.
But, to be frank, I'm scared.
I'm scared that I won't be accepted. That all the unspeakable things I've done behind closed doors is too much to forgive. I try to follow in the way, but I am faltering.
I think about it, hell.
I think about how many people have gone there, and what they feel.
I think about if I have a seat ready there, with my name on it.
I think and think, but every day there's a silent shudder in my heart, and I pray that I do not be sent there.
Quietly and alone in my room. I pray and pray and pray. I pray that I may be forgiven by his grace.
He sees us, you know? Every single thing that you do, he observes with infinite knowledge of what you are doing, even thinking.
He knows every single sin you commit; he's even watching me type, and you read.
I'm so scared of hell.
Thank you.