That long moment after you kick the wall, before you break through the water, when the liquid distorts your perception of the gym ceiling. When I pass a green field full of horses singing, Aaaaamen, A-a-men, to a tune as timeless as Dick Clark’s New Year’s Eve smile. Those moments spent with children in your lap, jumping, bouncing, singing, playing. That sitting down after a seven hour shift.
Heaven is (all of the above).
Heaven is God living in me.
Heaven is knowing Him more.
I, like every other human being alive today-no exceptions-am quite lacking. I do not deserve such precious moments; I do not deserve a single moment. Neither does anyone else. We have all fallen tragically short. God sees our immorality and He hates it. He deserves to kill us, to obliterate the castle of sand that we call life. But He does not. He does not because there is a way. Jesus. The only way.
How great the pain of searing loss/the Father turns His face away
He bought us, convicted slaves awaiting trial. He freed us. He is the only way.
That is Heaven. The Holy Spirit given to those who accept Jesus’ offer of grace.
Knowing God, being certain of the future. That is Heaven.
For the love of God, I want more