Whispers From Heaven Is Here

There are moments in life when your hands tremble, not only from fear, but from holy awe.

The day I clicked the button to publish Whispers From Heaven, I sat very still for a moment. I thought about the journey that led there. I thought about the quiet nights. The tears. The prayers. And I thought about Jeff.

Because this book, in many ways, began with him.

Why I Wrote Whispers From Heaven

After losing my beloved husband, Jeff, my world felt unfamiliar. The silence was louder than I expected. The absence felt physical. I missed his voice, his laughter, his steady presence beside me. I missed the version of myself that existed when we walked life together.

Grief has a way of reshaping you.

But in the midst of that reshaping, I began to notice something gentle, what I came to call “God whispers.” A red bird appearing just when my heart felt especially heavy. A feather resting along my path. A heart-shaped bloom in the garden. Small reminders that Heaven was not far away… and that love had not ended.

Jeff’s love did not disappear. It changed. It became something I carry.

Whispers From Heaven was written from that sacred space — the space between longing and hope. I wrote it for children who are missing someone they love. I wrote it for parents who are searching for gentle words to explain Heaven. I wrote it because I know what it feels like to ache for one more embrace and yet sense that God is still near.

This book is my offering, a soft place for tender hearts to land.

The Click That Carried So Much

When I finally pressed “publish,” I felt exposed and exhilarated all at once.

I thought about how Jeff always encouraged me. How he believed in the work of my hands. How he would have smiled at this moment. And I whispered a quiet prayer:

“Lord, let this honor and glorify You… and honor him.”

The nervousness and excitement were wrapped together so tightly I could hardly separate them. But beneath it all was deep gratitude, that God would take my grief and shape something that might comfort someone else.

To already have opportunities to sign, read, and speak about this book humbles me more than I can say. To sit across from someone who is hurting and place this story into their hands feels sacred.

Every page carries love.

Every page carries hope.

Glory to God

If Whispers From Heaven reaches even one child who is asking tender questions… if it helps even one family feel less alone… all glory belongs to God.

He is the One who draws near to the brokenhearted.
He is the One who turns mourning into meaning.
He is the One who gave me the courage to click that button.

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted.” — Psalm 34:18

That verse carries me through losing Jeff. And now, too,  it carries this book into the world.

From My Heart

This book is part of my story. It is part of Jeff’s story. And it is part of the story God continues to write through me for both of us.

If you are walking through grief… if you are missing someone deeply loved… my prayer is that this story becomes a gentle companion for you.

May you always feel Heaven near.

With love and gratitude,
Vickie