Heaven is a place on earth. In the last of days or what others would describe it as
the end of the world, we would all be divided into groups of seven standing inside
little white tents dressed in white robes. No one is seen with their family nor their
loved ones for they are all scattered in other tents as well like everyone else but
somehow familyhood is no longer relevant. Everyone whoever it might be who
stood beside us is just that~ our brother. Then a firmament would descend from
the sky and hover inside each and every tent as it graces our skin like little puffs
of cotton. For those whom God favors shall rejoice for they would still be human
when the firmament floats away. And for those whom God does not favor would all
be turned into precious stones. And from then on, this place would be called “New
Heaven and New Earth”.
~ (Heaven always speak to my daughter through dreams.)
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