A Veil So Thin

~ between the here and the hereafter ~

What's it like there?  The hereafter.

If I could only get a glimpse.

I've heard the veil is thin.  Thin enough for some who are teetering between the here and the hereafter to see through.  To go there for a time even, and then share their journey through the veil with those of us who remain right here.

A little spooky.  Even a bit frightening.

I used to disguise myself as fearless.  After all (I told myself and others), I know where I'm going when I leave this world for another.  Permanently.

But when I remove the fearless mask, I am indeed scared.  At least a little.  I'd be lying if I said I wasn't.

I've carried my fear of the unknown for as long as I can remember.  And as each new year comes and goes, I find myself caught deep in thought about the afterlife.  My own.  And even more so, the afterlives of loved ones who have passed on before me.

What are they doing there?  Do they think of me from time to time?  Do they wish I'd make better choices with my life?  Do they miss me?  I sure miss them.

I'm not-at-all a fan of unknowns.  Oh, I don't mind a good mystery now and then, as long as it can be solved quickly.  You know, like in hours or days.  Certainly not my whole lifetime.

Every time someone close to my heart leaves here to encounter the hereafter, I'm reminded (eventually) that at some point I need to rely on faith and belief.  My faith in God, and my belief that He has prepared a perfect place for me.  And His promise of eternal life for all who accept Him.

I choose to believe that from the very moment I accepted Christ as my Savior, He began the project of constructing a perfect home in Heaven just for me.

And I'm certain that I'll be reunited in the hereafter with loved ones who preceded me from the here to the hereafter.

So that's it then.  What it's like there.  Perfect.

Maybe that's all I need to know, until I pass through that thin veil myself.

Christmas Without Her

This is her 2nd Christmas in Heaven.

Her stocking still hangs on the mantle.  Her photograph still sits on my nightstand.  And her memory still lingers on.

I miss her sweet face, her soft brown hair, and the feel of my cheek against hers.  I miss her smiles and laughter too, but sadly those faded several years before she made Heaven her home.

I believe her Heavenly home is more beautiful, more peaceful and more 'heavenly' than I could even begin to imagine.  I believe she's having the time of her life ~ running, playing, singing, laughing, and smiling as she picks all the prettiest flowers surrounding her home on one of Heaven's gold streets.

It would be selfish of me to wish to take all that away from her.  She is realizing every little girl's dream.

But I miss my Princess, my sweet Granddaughter, Lindsey.

It's her 2nd Christmas in Heaven.