Keyla’s story: Heaven! To each of you, that word brings a different mental picture based on what you’ve heard or read. I want to tell you about Heaven from a different perspective. Mine is the perspective of one who has been there. This is a travelogue of a visitor who is looking forward to that day when I can return to Heaven and all of its glory. Perhaps my pet peeve has always been listening to a pastor preach about Heaven and beginning the sermon with, “No one has ever seen Heaven, but. . .” I can hardly keep quiet and I want to stand and proclaim, “I have, I have!” Yes, I have seen Heaven. I do not know why the Lord allowed me that glimpse of eternity as other authors have put it, but I do know that my experience was very real and cannot be denied. At least my Dad never made that statement when he preached because he knew better. Did I imagine my experience? Impossible! You see, I was only two years old when the Lord took me to Heaven. Not even old enough to go to Sunday School, so I had no teachings to base an imagined trip on. Everything that I am about to tell you is the truth and just one more example of how God works miracles in the lives of His people today. The most amazing aspect could be that I held my baby sister that was taken to Heaven before I was born via a miscarriage. Tillie’s story “Mommy, Mommy, I went to Heaven. I went to Heaven and I saw Jesus!” “That’s nice, Dear.” I tried to continue the conversation I was having and ignore her interruption. She’s only 2, what can she possibly be talking about? “Mommy, really, I went to Heaven, I went to Heaven and saw Jesus!” She’s becoming a little frustrated. “Yes, Keyla, that’s nice.” As a mother I need to pay closer attention to my children. Lord, please help me to be patient. “Mommy, are you listening? I did, I really did go to Heaven and I saw Jesus!” I’m sure most parents would respond as I did and not take that statement literal. Kids have incredible imaginations, although our toddler was only two and the imagination needs something to build upon. We had just returned from a marriage enrichment seminar and were excited about our own weekend. It would take Keyla several days to convince us that what she was saying was true. It wasn’t until she told us about our first Keyla that I stepped back and realized that she was telling the truth. Wow! The truth was mind blowing. Her story was a reality, not an imaginary game. It’s a story that many Christians struggle to accept. Too often we put God in a box and don’t want to consider that the God of the universe can act as He wants and not as we think He should. The Bible is full of one-of-a-kind spiritual encounters, yet today, we hesitate to think of God still moving in mysterious ways. Keyla is now a beautiful young woman and her toddler trip to Heaven is as real now as it was back then. Please read with an open mind and heart, allowing the Lord to speak to you through it. Chapter 1 My Baby My Baby “No! No! You can’t take my baby! She’s not dead, I know she’s not!” Scared and panicked, how do I convince the doctor that the Lord is taking care of my precious baby? “No, I said No! I want to go home! I won’t have a DNC, you don’t understand!” The tears rolled down my face as my husband tries to comfort me. I have to convince the doctor to let me go home and not to the hospital. My doctor talks about a dead fetus, but I’m protecting my living baby. I know what it feels like to lose a baby through miscarriage. I knew the moment that I lost my last baby, hours before my body showed any signs of the miscarriage. This time, I was just as confident that my baby was alive. March, 1979, a full month overdue, I was starting to panic again as I read about mental disabilities for babies carried too long. Keyla was a full month overdue and even though I tried convincing the doctor that my calculations were correct, he didn’t take me seriously. We knew exactly when she was conceived so we knew when she was due. The previous summer her father and I had very limited time together. I worked as a police dispatcher and hospital receptionist in a nearby county and he was fire dispatcher for the Forest Service. I worked nights and he worked days. Our non-scheduled days seldom were identical. As the days passed in that last month, the doctor continued to ignore my pleas and concerns about being overdue. He insisted the baby was too small and needed more time to grow. Everyone kept telling me that the baby would be born when he/she was ready and not before. That wasn’t so reassuring. If that was the case, there would never be premature babies and no mother would ever suffer a miscarriage. Although I didn’t know anyone that ever went more than two weeks passed their due date, I read about those that did go longer and the tragedy of birth defects it caused. Why won’t anyone listen to me?