The Next Person You Meet in Heaven

The tale of your life is written second by second, as shifting as the flip of a pencil to an eraser.

No story sits by itself. Our lives connect like threads on a loom, interwoven in ways we never realize.

But a life had been exchanged for a life.
And heaven is always watching.

Because we embrace our scars more than our healing,” Lorraine said. “We can recall the exact day we got hurt, but who remembers the day the wound was gone?