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Heaven is Where We Are

I have a candle that smells like heaven. 

Don't ask me how I know that, but it does. I could sit and smell this candle for a hundred years. Maybe more. I'm a very sensorial person, and it helps to have tactile reminders of my Home. This candle is one of them. 

When I need to feel closer to Heaven, I take the lid off this candle and drink it in. I breathe it through every cell of my body and I remember..... 

I don't actually remember, but it's like a deep part of me remembers and it's that deep reservoir I'm filling. I inhale the heavenly scent until my lakes are brimming and even then it's hard to stop. Sometimes I ache to be there. I can see the flowers in millions of colors and I dance among them in my mind. Swirling my graceful spirit through an eternity of beauty. And in my real-time moment, I'm there too. Heaven is inside me. There's no jolt back to reality, because there's no division between the two. This is the most beautiful part. Heaven is here. 

I believe that heaven really is where we are. That it is all around us. We have no idea how thin the veil is between earth and heaven, but I believe the lines are blurred more than we think. If we only knew how intricately connected we are to our ancestors and our future descendants, we would feel enveloped in a warm sense of love and safety that is beyond our mortal comprehension. God is love, and we are all his children.

Tonight, I continue to smell my candle because it brings me closer to Him, and find that I'm also closer than ever to Home....

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