Hello Nando,

 

In your link of 23 Apr 2023 letters - 
April 21, 2023 A two hour video of the 7000 years Messianic timeline, excellent compendium of prophecies, very well done | Twelve Books - Rapture, Antichrist, False Prophet, End Time Signs, Bible Prophecy, Nando

 

You wrote about your wife.  I am so very sorry about her cancer and prognosis.  So very sad.

 

I had hoped that my father would also "go in the Rapture with all of us" but it was not to be.  He went to Heaven in 2009.  A good many years ago.  It just wasn't meant to be.  The Lord had other plans.  That are always for the best that love Him. 

 

"The Lord bless and keep you; the Lord make His face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; May the Lord lift up His countenance upon you, and give you peace."  Numbers 6:24-26

 

I am praying that the Lord comforts you and your family.  

 

May your wife go to God "with love".  What a lovely reunion in Heaven that will be!

 

We are reminded that this world is not our Home - our Home is with our Lord who has prepared a place for us.

 

I hope and pray that the Rapture comes very soon and your grief on this earth is short lived!  

 

With much sympathy,

 

Chance

 

1 This world is not my home, I'm just a passing through
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue;
The angels beckon me from heaven's open door,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

Chorus:
O Lord, you know I have no friend like you,
If heaven's not my home, then Lord what will I do?
The angels beckon me from heaven's open door,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

2 They're all expecting me, and that's one thing I know,
My Savior pardoned me and now I onward go;
I know He'll take me thro' tho' I am weak and poor,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore. [Chorus]

 

3 I have a loving Savior up in glory-land,
I don't expect to stop until I with Him stand,
He's waiting now for me in heaven's open door,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore. [Chorus]

4 Just up in glory-land we'll live eternally,
The saints on every hand are shouting victory,
Their songs of sweetest praise drift back from heaven's shore,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore. [Chorus]
I can't feel at home any more | Hymnary.org