My first memory of singing in church is a hymn which has stayed with me throughout my life. Every time I sing or hear this hymn, it gives me confidence for the future. The words indicate that I’m just passing through this thing called life. I have a physical place to life, to be nurtured, to love and have compassion for others, but my real home is beyond my years here on earth. Without that conviction, I would be lost. My permanent address is heaven and there are days when I simply can’t wait to get there.
I have trudged through this journey called life for close to eight decades. The voyage has been cluttered with obstacles, bumps in the road, giant roadblocks and danger all around. There were times when I’ve been bruised, cut to the core, insulted, misunderstood and more. As I staggered into unknown territory, my heart raced with excitement. Each breath inhaled was either exhilarating or left me gasping. Never knowing – always searching – bracing for more.
The sands of time embraced me and I grew old, but my heart still longs for the next waiting road.
It will be like nothing I’ve ever experienced in this lifetime. It will take my breath away.
There will be no tears, no pain, no anxiety, no fear, no temptation, and no want – only perfection.
The weathered and leathered skin will again be supple and firm.
The aching joints will regain their strength and last forever.
Any disease that has infected my body will be eliminated.
I will appear guiltless before my Judge.
I don’t expect to be floating on a cloud and playing a harp. I’m sure God will still have work for me to do, but everything about it will stir my imagination, give me satisfaction and glorify the one who created me. What an awe inspiring adventure awaits me.