This post is a response to this month’s Trauma2Art topic, which asks whether readers believe in Heaven. Lauren Muscarella has recently relaunched the site. It’s a privilege to work with her, and I’m sure the site would be of interest to many of you.
For me, belief in Heaven has been a challenge and a comfort in equal measure at times. It’s been a challenge because I couldn’t reconcile Kim’s passing with the existence of a loving deity…but on the other hand, I have to believe that there’s more than a vague chance Chris and I will be reunited somewhere out there, at some time.
Believing in Heaven, without necessarily throwing a God into the equation, has been a great comfort to me. Since I resolved to let go of some of my animosity towards certain people, some of the anger…I am a lot happier in myself.
The choice to believe in Heaven isn’t always easy, and it can be as much of a challenge to allow oneself to make it, but it may be a profound comfort at a time when little else seems to make sense. If anything, I’m heartened by the fact that my belief in heaven means I notice the little things more.
There’s joy in the little moments where I see a white feather on the ground, or on rare occasions at eye level, and pause to say hello to her…thankful that she’d let me know she’s OK. We’ve had enough rain, but I’ve not seen a rainbow for a while…I’ll take the signs I can get, though.
What do you think about Heaven? Is it a comfort to have such a belief, or does it make the journey more challenging?
Wishing you peace and strength on your journeys,