A New Perspective

I have a really great church here in Verona. I have a great church band that I get to play with. Recently, I read this book called "To Heaven and Back" by Mary Neal. Some accounts of the book are a little hard to believe (like could she actually perform c sections at age 15), but the spiritual aspects of this book and her journey really touched me. This year, lots of health complications have occured within our family. My brother Russ which I already posted on and my mother have all been challenges. Death has been close for my brother, closer than he wanted as he said afterward. My brother Russ is a devout Christian. Despite his crazy political views at times, he is a man of strong heart (really after a triple bypass). Many of my friends have also, recently, lost sibilings close to  them through cancer or various other challenges. I am sad for them. I was sad for Russ. I am sad for my brother Dan who everyday battles the horrors of MS. This life in which we live, is not easy. We know nothing other than this life, because we are human. But in this book, this doctor who had an afterlife experience tells us what is to come. And if for that alone, this makes life exciting to live because life after life will be exponentially better. Better! Amazing! Indescribable, uncontainable!! 

One of my favorite points of this book is about death for the dying. She mentions regularly when she was dying underneath the waterfall in which she was trapped, she felt no pain. God was there and welcoming her with this utterly and utmost incredible love. So much, in fact, that when she was asked to go back to her body to fulfill a few more things in life, she went into such a depression. Depressed about getting life back? Heaven must be amazing then, yes?

Also, she mentions how death is not scary or sad or painful for the dying. It is for the living. Those left behind. How true must this be. I do not worry about myself dying, I have a really cool place to go and for eternity live in bliss of wine and chocolate (right? No?). I worry about the people I leave behind here on earth. My children, my husband. 

I have, my some miracle of God, been given a life when feasibly I should not be here at all. An accidental pregnancy at age 43 (which I cannot image by the way), must mean something. For God to allow my parents to oddly enough conceive me (child number 6), is a sure testament to my prescence on earth (no matter how short or long). 

I am so thankful for this life I have been given, for my stunning husband, for my sweet sweet sweet children and for many blessings in the future. Life is good; God is better!