Have you ever think about heaven, is it real or not? If we die, is there really a paradise that awaits us and a place for punishment for wicked ones? Growing up, my parents trained me in the way of the Lord, and I believed in him so dearly. There was no doubt of God in my mind, but everything changed after the car crash.
I had the best parent in the world; my dad was an innocent farmer who went about his work diligently. A very strong man, I can still remember how he carried me often when I was still a little girl. He was a muscular man, and which in turn made me admire all muscular men. My mother was robust, always petting me and giving me everything I wanted. We hopped into a cab that afternoon after leaving church and spent the ride cracking jokes and discussing our plans for the evening, we argued on the food to eat. My parents finally caved in after I insisted on parboiling the rice repeatedly.
A few kilometers from our bus stop, a huge truck ran into our cab, smashing the door side on which my dad was sitting, and that was the last I remembered. I woke up on the hospital bed; friends from church and a neighbor from home were there to see us. I was happy to recognize several people, but I'm not sure why they're all sobbing. Why are they crying while I was still alive? Our preacher sat next to me and comforted me about things I didn't know. My heart broke when I learned of my parents' passing shortly after that.
That day, my parents and my trust in the Lord were both gone from me. Why did he take them away when I knew how devout in the Lord they were and how fervently they prayed? Why did he murder those who constantly adore him? Didn't they believed in God? I severed all links with the church and God after their funeral. My trust in him parish alongside my parent.
After ten years, I recently turned 25 years old. I already had two cars and my own apartment at the time. Using the temple the Lord has given me,(my body) I was able to obtain all of these things. Men are unable to leave once they notice my enormous boobs. My ass was like two large watermelons, and my light complexion was captivating. Everyone wanted to kiss me since my lips weren't too big or too little. Oh, my voice sounds as smooth as a 5-year-old's child. Men constantly want to send me money when we speak on the phone, which is how I acquired all of my possessions. I didn't want anything to do with religion because I had a good enough life already. I've never even been to church since my folks passed away. What more possibly annoy me when I am already enjoying the life I desired?
Three months after I celebrated my birthday, I went shopping. I needed new clothes, and my groceries are about to be exhausted. I went to the mall and bought everything I needed without considering the money in my account because I could always get it back. I got everything and headed back home. A few kilometers from my home, a huge truck ran into my car, hitting my door side, and that was the last thing I remembered.
I found myself in a vast landscape; everything was pure white. Then again, I was in a huge room with neither a door nor a window. I walked around and wondered where I was. What is going on? Is all I could think of. Then I heard a voice saying,
Why do you stand like you don’t know what to do?
I turned around and saw a man who was very muscular; he was very tall, so I couldn’t see his face clearly. He was putting on a white garment and holding a huge book in his arm. He said again.
You are a favored child, yet you throw your life away. The Lord has favored you, and now it is time to choose.
I asked, "Choose what?"
Look at your left side and your right side.
And behold, I saw two doorways. One of the doors was painted green with a lot of green flowers and herbs on its walkway, while the other was painted black with innumerable hot coals on its walkway. I wonder which doorway I should follow. He said
Going through the green doorway will take you back to the earth, but when you get back to the earth, you must tell people of the Lord and tell them of heaven, for you have a calling. Going through the black doorway will take away all your earthly worries, and you will have nothing to do with the Lord.
Is this the Lord showing me mercy? A worthless sinner like me? Will I go back to earth and start over again? Will people even listen to me?
You don’t have to worry about that; if you are willing, the Lord will go with you.
He said to me, I broke down in tears and walked through the green doorway, It was then that I opened my eyes. Many doctors came around to check me. After 2 months of continuous treatment, I was stable and was told I had been in a coma for 2 years. Since that day, my journey with the Lord has started.