I remember being in 6 or 7th grade, at church, where we were talking about heaven and how great it would be to go there. I also remember thinking I really hope that Jesus does not come yet. I wanted to get married and have children before I went to heaven.
All grown up (well, I realize that is debatable) I am ready. Heaven… although many times the idea of heaven and living forever can overwhelm me, I am ready for that peace that is promised. I am ready for the promise of healthiness, happiness and hope.
As I begin to age in ways I have no control, as I watch people I love struggle with sickness and suffering, I begin to really yearn for heaven.
As I watch my kids slowing leaving innocence and childhood behind and feeling helpless to keep them from the hurts that are going to come their way, I am ready for heaven. I know that it is what strengthens them and makes them grow but I would rather skip all that. I wish that I could shelter them from a broken heart. That is a pain you just don’t forget.
I would like to keep that disappoint of not fulfilling a dream. I would just loved the passion in which Tyler loved hockey. He really believed that he would play in the NHL. I watched as reality slowly hit. It was kind of sad. Dream big but be ready for reality.
So as I think of all this I really just want heaven. I want to meet God, ask Him the 100,000,000 questions and know that it was all in His plan. No more doubt, just peace that passes all understanding. I can’t wait.
And God, for all those kids now that are wanting you to wait till they get married… Please don’t listen to them! Thanks!