A Journey Into Heaven

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It was a cold and stormy night, and I had just crawled under the covers of my bed. I was thinking about what had happened that night.
My parents, as usual, had been fighting.
I hated it.
I reached for the only thing that could take my mind off it.
My Bible.
I flipped to Psalms 23. It was one of my favorite verses. It could always calm me and give me peace whenever my parents fought.
I would always ask God why my parents fought, and then I would cry and beg God to change them. So far I had been praying for……three… no… four years; ever since I had been a Christian. And so far, from what I could see, God hadn’t answered me yet.
I read my Bible for a few minutes more. Then I put it away and closed my eyes, and prayed, again. After about an hour I finally fell asleep.
A few hours later, I awoke with a start. I tried to fall asleep again but for some reason I couldn’t. I couldn’t quite place my finger on it, but I felt like I needed to stay awake.
All of a sudden, I had a feeling I wasn’t alone! Suddenly, I saw a faint glimmer, in the outline of a person, standing in the corner of my room! The glimmer slowly grew until it was a very bright being! The light almost hurt my eyes, almost.
Then I heard a voice. Softly, but surely it spoke to me, “Hello Alisa. You have no need to be afraid. I am an angel sent to you by God. He has told me to take you to heaven.”
I gasped, “You don’t mean I am going to die do you?”
“Oh no! I didn’t mean for you to think that.” He chuckled.
At least I think it was a he. Anyways, when he chuckled it totally took away any of the fear I had had; it sort of sounded like the tinkling of silver bells…but in a much more manly way.
“Will I be coming back, I mean, my parents won’t miss me will they?” I asked.
“No, they won’t even notice that you’re gone.” The angel answered, “God’s time is different from your time.” he smiled.
“Well, okay, but you’re sure it won’t be dangerous?” I questioned hesitantly.
“Absolutely not, do you think that God would put you in any sort of danger?” He asked, quite startled at my question.
I opened my mouth to reply but then thought better of it. I mean, who would want to argue with an angel?
“Are you ready?” He asked. “Yes, I think so.” I answered faintly.
“Well then, let’s get started. First you have to take my hand, and don’t let go until we get there.” He cautioned me.
I hesitated for a moment, did I trust him? Then I looked into his eyes, kind, gentle eyes, and I knew it would be okay.
I reached out and took a hold of his hand. Then there was a sudden flash of light, and we were flying!