Chapter Twelve ~ the Green Pastures!

Night Thirteen... Fourteen... Fifteen... and beyond

Night Thirteen... 

I finally made it to the green pastures.  OHHH! the grass feels so heavenly, so perfect and soft.   The green pastures were so much fun.

I made grass angels, I laughed, I was happy...and that was all in the first five minutes...

I must have had my inner child scrunched up way to long!  Making those grass angels just cracked me up with laughter.

Many nights were spent just enjoying the green pastures... perfect grass... not a weed, not a puka (hawaiian for hole), and not a dead blade. Miles and miles of beautiful green, on rolling hills that welcome high spots and low soft spots. 

The top of one hill is where I spent relaxing time and gave Jesus lots of hugs and He to me. Other people were there also, they came and went.  I did not talk to them... just Jesus.

One night I was hanging around on the top path. Jesus was there with a yellow pad... the legal size. You know, those office pads people carry around and look like they are writing something very important... hehe. OK, old school.

I was curious as I looked at Him and He had something to show me. His yellow pages were full of writing. Line after line full of... it looked to me like a list. He confirmed my thoughts, "it is a list“.

What He spoke next brought with it understanding and insight into Jesus, His intentions, what He loves to do.

"This is your list, MaryAnn.“ What? I gasped a little. wow!   Jesus just keeps amazing me!

He continued... "these pages are all the details that moved you to Hawai’i in 2008 and have sustained you during this experience“. I looked at the yellow pad and there were many pages, full.  In fact the pad looked completely full.  The pages looked like they had been used, actively!

I looked at His face. He was happy.  He was loving this. Wow!  I was amazed. 

Something happened when we first moved to the Big Island.   The Christian man who owned the property we wanted to buy would always say  "the devil’s in the details! beware!“  When he would say that I could not relate, it seemed wrong to me.  

'JESUS IS IN THE DETAILS' just sayin‘

The nights in heaven became random and I was really appreciating every moment. 

There were nights I spent just having fun with the angels.  They love music, they love gathering together and singing, and they love me.  Aww... I have never heard any sound so glorious, beautiful, awesome... you get it.

They joined me outside my home in the courtyard.  Only so many angels could gather at one time.  The big tree was a perfect backdrop to these precious moments in heaven.

I love how that Piano just moved outside  at just the right moment with no effort at all. oh joy!   

The immense joy of listening to the angels singing continued as I fell asleep. What beauty.  What memories that encourage me continually.  You see, I always wanted to sing, and I did as a small child.  

This is what I remember... being at my church we went to, wearing a fancy dress, getting ready to go on stage, singing a song that I knew and really liked, hearing people clap and bowing to the crowd backwards.  Yes! backwards, with my pantaloons to the congregation.  Of course, I only did that once.  The other times I sang, I knew to bow forward.   Too funny!  I was 4. 

The picture of the Plumeria is in honor of the angels who sang with me.  The aroma of their love smelled so beautiful and their voices... I could say they took me to heaven.

Chapter ~ Psalms 23

Ahead ~ how heaven affected my earth.