Glimpses of Heaven

Glimpses of Heaven

by Jessica Fortner

Recently my 4 year old daughter shared a vivid story with my husband and me. On this particular Sunday afternoon, while pointing out the living room window, she told us that before she was born Jesus had brought her down to our window and she could see us inside.  He told her this was going to be her home. She told Jesus she didn’t want to come. (Insert chuckle.) She continued to described their return to heaven. The story made us chuckle, but it also had us marveling at the work of God in her life.  

Fertility specialists told me and my husband the chances of us ever conceiving naturally were pretty much impossible. But five years ago this month God brought the greatest gift to life through natural means. My daughter knows she is a miracle. She knows Jesus specifically chose her to be part of our family. Even from an early age she has shared with us her experiences with Jesus.  

One night, during my personal prayer time, she came into the room where I was praying refusing to go to sleep. I told her she wasn’t allowed to talk, but she could sit on the bed next to me. The silence didn’t last long as she interrupted me. First she told me sometimes she wanted to cry when she thinks about Jesus. She also described to me what Jesus wears in heaven.  She said he wears a white shirt that is really long with a red piece around him. At first I thought she was just describing the typical Sunday School flannel graph picture of Jesus, but thinking she would’ve said blue, I asked why red. She said that he wears red to remind everyone that he died for their sins. My heart leapt with excitement at the opportunity to talk with her about the Holy Spirit.

Her memories of heaven often come at impromptu moments -- moments that stop me dead in my tracks. She describes her experiences with vivid detail and conviction. In those moments my spirit is edified, and I find myself marveling more deeply at his handiwork in our lives. Some mornings on our way to school, I see her little hand in my rear view mirror swaying while listening to worship music. She asks me deep questions for a four year old.  

Our good, good father God loves my family so deeply that he uses this little girl to share glimpses of heaven.  How great is his love that he would share his precious daughter with us.  

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