It's been four weeks since Jimmy went there. Four very long weeks. But they are four weeks that God has been using to shape me and point me more toward where He is. And it's pointing me upward, to heaven.
Heaven. We all have so many different pictures of what it will be like. I know that it won't be anything like the pictures in my mind. It will be more incredible that I can comprehend. I can't even comprehend that! But I do know that the God who knows every detail about me, every love and every care, He's designed it to be perfect for me. I can't wait to see what it is like.
But though the place itself will be absolutely incredible, that's not the part that holds true excitement for me. It's the fact that I'll walk through it hand in hand with Jesus. No joke. Think about that for a minute. I'll be there with Him, hearing his voice. I wonder, what will His voice sound like? I can hardly imagine even being able to respond to Him, but only wanting to hear Him talk. Hear His voice. His real voice. And yet He'll also be listening to me. Who knows what we'll talk about. I don't even care. I'll have forever with Him.
Heaven. A constant mix of fellowship with Jesus and also constant worship. Singing a new song to the Lord. Maybe laughing with Him when they don't rhyme at all. Maybe bursting into tears of joy at the sound the angels make for Him.
Think about all of this. Close your eyes, stop, and think.
Why do we care so much about this earth? I can't understand it. Why do we spend years investing in things that will be gone in a second, the second we leave earth? Why do just try to keep ourselves comfortable? Why, when what is to come with outshine, outweigh it all? When the treasure we will have there will cause the comforts here to seem ridiculous?
"Why should my heart be fixed where my home is not? Heaven is my home; God in Christ is all my happiness: and where my treasure is, there my heart should be."