While in a coma at the hospital, I died. I later recalled being in a city that was like a park. It had a golden mist clinging to the ground.
I turned around and Jesus was less than 3 feet from me, looking me in the eye. I could feel His love for me. He was smiling at me.
I've been in pain, ill, and for the most part, alone for many years. Life is enduring it all. I long for the day it ends. And I'm not depressed.
I know where I'm going. I know what it feels like. This life is a mist...here and then gone.