None of us really has the answer to the question that so often visits our mind is there a Heaven?  We can speculate until the cows come home, speak with scholars on the subject and read books written by the experts, but what it comes down to is, we just don't know. I picture Heaven to be much as I was taught as a child; big billowy clouds, Jesus in a robe welcoming me with a smile and extended, loving arms, angels with golden wings on their backs flitting about happily playing mini-harps. But, does that exist? As an adult, I find that I question the mere existence of Heaven much more frequently than I used to. Does pure faith take a hit as we grow older? I suspect it might. I believe it's healthy, though, to inquire, to search, to question  to find out what we can to appease our minds here on Earth until the day that we do find out, for certain, if Heaven exists. I'm really hoping that it does.