Climbing, climbing,
Climbing, climbing, climbing. She climbed and climbed, driven on by something she knew not how to describe. She smiled as she struggled through knotted brambles, stopping a moment to eat a few berries. Little drops of Heaven! There was an aura of contentment on her face that shone though the bruises, knotted hair and torn clothes. On the last almost impossible peak, she had seen. Now she knew where she was going and she knew that that place was also where she came from. That indefinable knowingness made all the parts of the journey, the pleasant and challenging, a delight.
Smiling she continued, knowing it mattered not where she went or how she goes, only that she knew where she came from and who she is.
Do you really think that I would ever allow you to be away from Me? Not even for a blink of an eye would I allow you to wander from the nest of My heart.
I often laugh when I read Heavenletters. Then I have a silly smile plastered on my face.
One Love
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I found Heaven letters through a comment on a blog by Neale Donald Walsch, when the person making the comment mentioned a particular Heaven letter and included a link. After I read the first letter, I was hooked! I knew I had found something very valuable and irreplaceable.