Going Home
A repeat, for today.
We were discussing pneumonia, Heaven, dying … when I commented,
WoW, talk about a fast track to Jesus …!…
’cause me growing up Catholic and this man named, Pope Francis, absolutely feels like the most perfect transition,
one second HERE
the next, Jesus.
And as I held Dad and Big Bro’s attention, I happily exclaimed … don’t you worry about me ’cause
when it’s my turn to leave this life …
I’ll be singing !! I’M HOME !! as I run up, BIG HUG and melt into the arms of my pal, my confidant, my EVERYTHING
! ! Jesus ! !
Without one iota of a doubt, that’s what I believe.
Carrying every flaw I own, I’ll return to unconditional, to understanding, to safe,
&
we be.
ahhhhh,
Those who visit this blog know, I’ve written about his energy, this universe, my spirituality time after time before …
but for those who question or doubt or preach end of days, doom and gloom, ??
I’m sorry, but I will never, ever comprehend your point of view.
‘Cause when it’s my turn,
oh, when it is MY TURN,
simple.
beautiful
so incredibly easy.
I know, I’m going HOME.
