Make it to Heaven

More than ever, I know I gotta make it to heaven. About 3 or 4 weeks ago, I lost a dear friend to a car accident. I am in a singing group called Women of Worship (for right now until we get another name), and the youngest of our group, Jada, fell asleep at the wheel and lost her life. She was a young lady who loved God with all of her heart. Everytime we sang together, I can remember thinking why was Jada singing so passionately out of her heart. She did just that everytime. The fact that she was only 18 years old, weeks away from her 19th birthday celebration with her twin sister, and months away from beginning a college degree, makes me KNOW that I have to make it to heaven. I want to see her again and be in the presence of her beautiful spirit, but also I gotta see Jesus in peace.

I love you Jada. I’ll never, ever forget you…

I seriously think about this on a daily basis. I don’t feel like God created me to go to Hell, which is truly a real place. When I think about God, I think about how full of love He is. I’ve pretty much see God as a parent without boundaries right now( I do realize that God is bigger than my point of view will ever be). It is not like my real parents who have no idea about what I’m thinking or doing. My parents also worry , but God is not like this. He doesn’t have to worry because He sees everything that I do, and He knows what I’m thinking. So, everything that happens with me, He’s guiding me because of His unwavering love. He even loves me more than my parents because He created them, and He created me.

I have to go to heaven. Whatever I must do to go there, I will do because I know that He wants me to see Him on that noteable and wonderful day. I have to go to that place that He has prepared for me- a place that I can live with Him forever and ever in His everlasting love. This love will never go away. It’s not love that is taken away because of condition, but it is real, true, pure love.

I’ve got to be there. Don’t you want to go?