Finally Home

I knew it was coming soon. I listened to the sobs of my family and friends surrounding my bed. I felt their hands holding mine and I tried to take it all in because I knew, soon, I wouldn't be able to hear them, wouldn't be able to feel their touch. I could barely open my eyes but I tried as hard as I could once more. I looked each person around me in the eye. I squeezed their hand or gave them a smile. I whispered, "It'll be okay. I'm going somewhere better than here. Please don't cry." I could tell they all tried to be brave for my sake. I watched them wipe away their tears as my eyes closed. I could almost hear my Savior's voice; I was ready to go Home. As I breathed in one last breath I heard sniffs around me. I squeezed hands one last time and I smiled so they would know once more from me that it was okay. This world is cursed with sin and with that sin comes sickness and pain that many of us have or will suffer from. Many of our loved ones have suffered from it. Sometimes they are healed. Other times they're not. And if we love Jesus and profess Him as our Lord and Savior, if we believe that He can forgive us from all of our sins, then He calls us Home to be with Him. It is not something to be sad about; leaving this world. It is something to rejoice about because I am going to see the face of Jesus. I let out that breath and everything went still.

I smell something sweet, sweeter than anything I've ever smelt before. I hear singing, the most beautiful voices I've ever heard before. Slowly I open my eyes. A face is gazing down at me; a beautiful face. He smiles and reaches out a hand to help me up.

"Jesus," I whisper, barely getting the word out as I stand in awe of His presence.

"Yes, My child, it is Me. Welcome Home," He says, still holding my hand.

I cannot take my eyes off of His face. His beauty is so overwhelming, the touch of His hand even more so. I do not want to ever let go but yet I want to fall down on my knees and worship Him.

His eyes gaze back into mine and I am captivated by them. I kneel at His feet, still holding His hand. I want to laught and dance and sing. I am in heaven! I am with Jesus!

He pulls me to my feet and embraces me. The feel of His arms around me is so calming. All of the emotions melt away and I hug Him back. I am at peace. I am in the presence of Jesus. No more fear, no more pain, no more tears, and no more sickness. All the trials of life on earth are nothing compared to the feeling of being with Jesus. I would go through it over and over again just to be with Him. But I don't have to. He has called me Home for good and I will never leave His side because He never left mine.