On the elevator

This morning, on the radio, they asked this question:
If you were stuck on an elevator with Jesus, what would you ask Him?

I would ask Him if you were in heaven.

Because quite frankly, I don't know... I know what I want to believe, and what I hope to be true... but I just don't know...

I fell short in my responsibility as your stepmom and as a follower of Christ, to witness to you as I should have. It will be a burden on my heart until I see "face to face" and know the truth.

I wish I had the belief, as some religions do, that I could "pray you into heaven". Were that possible, I would pray without ceasing, on my knees and on my face until I see the other side of heaven's door.

But my faith and my beliefs tell me that your walk with Christ, your decision to follow and accept Him, was soley yours, and not mine at all.

I want to believe that you are at peace on the other side of Heaven's door... I do pray that you heard me on that last day and you did accept Him. I do earnestly pray that love will keep us together, on this side and through to the other.

I'm sorry I fell so short on this responsibility that was far greater than any other I had to you.

I truly hope, beloved son, that you do rest in peace.