Hello Mom,
I know you miss me, but I’m happier here.
Today, I spent time painting a sunset from Heaven’s perspective. Yes, that’s right. I didn’t like to paint. But here, it’s so easy. I learn so quickly, and the colors are simply beautiful. It is a medium that I am beginning to enjoy.
Yes, I have met lots of new people. I talked to Moses just this morning. Yeah, Moses! Isn’t that cool. “Did you reach out and touch the water when you walked across the dry Dead Sea?” I asked him. He told me that he was too busy thinking about Pharaoh’s army on his tail. But he was sure that he saw some of the children sticking their hands in there.
I have also been talking to Grandma Dora. She has been telling me stories about when Dad was little. I think he was more mischievous than he let on.
And you’ll never guess what. I played with Pepper. Yep, you were right. God does have a special place for pets in Heaven. You know, I almost didn’t recognize him with four legs.
Yes, mom. I am eating, although I never get hungry here. There always seems to be a celebration somewhere, and the food is unimaginable. Food from every nation and tribe. I can’t wait to sit around the table with you and the family again.
No, there aren’t really movies—not like you are thinking anyway. But we sometimes sit around and watch the activities on earth. That’s like a movie to us—drama, crime, sci fi, heroes, villains, love, mystery—everything any great movie has. And like my favorite superhero movies, I know Who is going to ultimately win.
Honestly, mom, most of my time here so far has been resting with Jesus. I wish I had listened to you and spent more time with Him when I was on earth, but I am so thankful that I get to spend time with Him now, an eternity in fact. When I sit as his feet, I can’t explain, but I am so happy, at peace, and rejuvenated. I am complete in a way that I have never been before.
I know you miss me, Mom. And really, I am so sorry about the way my last hour with you was spent. I understand now how badly I hurt you and Dad and the rest of the family. But I don’t want you to be sad for me. I know. I know it’s hard to control that.
But, Mom, I was so broken, and now I’m not.
It’s only a matter of time until we see each other again. Just hang in there. God has more for you to do. Please, Mom, please tell _____________. He doesn’t know God, and I want to see him again. I wish I had done more to tell him about Jesus. And _____________. Talk to him. He’s struggling. He’s hurting, and he needs to run to the Lord and not from Him.
I love you, Mom. Please don’t cry. We will be together again one day. Until then you know that I am with Jesus, and I know that Jesus is with you.
Your son,
Brandon
PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS NOT MEANT TO BE A THEOLOGICAL POST. I DO NOT BELIEVE IN CONSULTING MEDIUMS. I HAVE NOT HAD A SÉANCE TO TALK TO MY DEAD SON. I AM JUST A GRIEVING MOTHER USING MY IMAGINATION TO COMFORT MY BREAKING HEART.