A Glimpse Beyond The Gate

When I awoke, I found myself sitting quietly, the room dimly lit by the early morning light. My heart was still trembling, my spirit full, and tears still wet upon my face. It took me a moment to realize that I was back in the natural world. Yet a part of me remained there — in that holy place where love lives forever. I didn't move for a long time. The peace of heaven lingered. Every breath felt sacred, every heartbeat reminded me that life itself is a gift from God — a window of mercy for us to walk in faith before we walk through eternity's door. The words of the Spirit still echoed in my soul: *"Feed My sheep."*And I knew what that meant. This vision was not only given for comfort, but for commission — to tell what I have seen and to remind others that Jesus is not a story of the past, but the living presence of love eternal. Since that day, my understanding of life and death has changed. I no longer see the grave as an end but as a doorway. I no longer see loss as separation, but as waiting. I know now that the ones we love who died in Christ are not gone — they are alive in His light, watching, waiting, praying. And one day, when our work here is done, we will join them in the place that has been prepared for us. To those who read these words: hold fast to your faith. Live every day with eternity in view. Love deeply, forgive freely, and serve joyfully. Heaven is not far away — it is closer than the breath in your lungs. I will never forget what I saw, nor will I ever doubt again what I believe. For I know now — beyond the veil of this world — that love never dies, heaven is real, and Christ still reigns. Until that day when faith becomes sight, I will keep preaching, teaching, and feeding the sheep with the truth that changed me forever: Heaven is watching, and love is alive.