Every injury is accounted for. Every scar is seen. Every tear held. Every life precious. Every hurt within every life desired to be set free.
The soul knows its home. It will not rest until it meets it Maker. Which side of eternity we are on doesn't matter, for a souls home will always be a souls home. And the invitation is always there. The home of the soul wants the soul, just as the soul wants it's home. We must just give way to the natural order of things. After all, love wins.