In My Father's house...that house is heaven. At visitation people were calling it “a better place”, it is a better place...it’s heaven. I listened as our Amey sang "How Beautiful Heaven Must Be". At a funeral, I saw the smiles on the people’s faces-even on the family that was in grief. Oh my, there are many mansions there. He’s coming back for us, so don’t let our hearts be troubled. Heaven is real; I plan to go there. Don't you? Amen?