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I was at school today and thought I would google SUZITUZI.
I wanted to be reminded of what I wrote last night.
Guess what popped up?
This post, which I had forgotten about.
Dont believe someone is wanting you to get back to the flock.?
I beleive this post was brought to my attention for a reason. I have nearly a thousand posts through the past four years.
God is watching out for me, wants me to let go of my doubts and fears and believe. There is a sense of relief in letting go of the "need to know"
Enjoy my post from 4/8/07.
I certainly did.
ted by Flaming June at 11:36 PM 0 comments
Sunday, April 08, 2007
heaven, holding babies.

So this is a picture of heaven according to someone at nasa. Im down with that idea looks ok.

IS this Jesus? Is He the son of God, the salvation and one way to heaven. This is what he looks like in Suzidom

Lots and Lots of flowers. My heaven blooms of every color. Trees with leaves that change the colors of fall but never fall off. Breezes that blow cool in your face but warm and comforting on your body.
Midnight blue skies at night with stars that look out into the lives of the people on earth so I can peek an see hows it going for everyone.
I dream that I can fly sometimes. I would like that in heaven. coasting, floating, easy blowing wind. above trees.
I hope for paints of everycolor and brushes that dont ever need cleaning. canvas' that are of abundant sizes and textures. People that want them when I am done and are happy to have.
Children babies without mothers. I will love them hold them nurse them and sing rock and love them until their mommies come. Then I get to give the mommies their babies. joyful.
A lake with huge stones brushed soft from time and eternity that I can lay on in the sun and dip my feet in cool water. I will have my music playing and blowing breezes birds flying.
Maybe my dad knows that we will be along soon enough and he is enjoying the simplicity of HIS paradise.
I want to dance in heaven to music that fills me. I have felt full from lyrics and music but never free enough to dance. I will dance freely without fear in heaven. Then hold the babies.

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