So as I
walked to the tabernacle this week I begin talking with God and telling Him my
thoughts on dying. (Like He really needed me to tell Him anything.)
I shared
with Him the words I had heard my Mama say on the day she died. She said, “He
knows I’m not afraid and He won’t ever leave me”. I told Him the words I heard my Daddy say on
the day he went home. He said, “I’m not afraid to die and I know where I’m
going”. Then I proceeded to tell Him how I didn't want to leave Keva to be by herself and how much I’d miss my loved ones and how
much I’d miss our walks in the woods. I told Him how much I’d miss that little place
on Poplar Springs Road that He has given me to tend. Then I shut up and listened. If
you don’t do that very often you need to try to make a habit of it. We need to
do a lot more listening to God than we do telling Him stuff.
He simply
and kindly reminded me that Jesus had gone to prepare a place for me. My friend, my
savior, my brother, the one who gave Himself for me……was getting “my” place
ready. He knows what I like and He is fixin’ it just for me. Wow, if that don’t light your fire, you’ve got
some really wet wood.
I imagine
that if He knows what I like and is getting that all set up, He also knows what
I don’t like and will be making sure I don’t have to endure those things.
With that in
mind I thought I’d make a short list of things that I don’t expect to
experience when I get to Heaven. There
are many but I’ll just share a few of them with you.
· There
will be no slow drivers in Heaven. If you decide to drive your chariot down the
streets of gold and you want to take a slow leisurely drive, I’m sure there
will be a passing lane. I won’t have to
sit in traffic or wait in line behind some dear old saint who can’t drive over
20 MPH.
·
As
a matter of fact, I don’t think there will be any lines in Heaven. No waiting
in line to get to see Jesus (I don’t know how that will work but I am somehow
sure it will). No waiting in line to splash in the river of life or to eat from
the tree of life…..just walk right up and enjoy.
· There
will be no “heartburn” in Heaven. I will eat at the marriage supper of the Lamb
and won’t have to worry if I eat a bit too much. I’ll leave my Pepto when I
go.
·
And
speaking of eating, don’t you just hate it when you have to eat healthy stuff
instead of what you enjoy? I asked a health specialist once how to tell if food
was good for you. She said, “Put it in your mouth and if it taste good spit it
out it’s probably not good for you.”
Beth Moore said that if there is one piece of grilled or baked chicken in Heaven she will scream. If there is salad there, I’ll join her.
Just saying
all that to remind you that Heaven is going to be great. The Word says, “eye hath
not seen, nor ear heard, neither hath entered into the heart of man, the things
that God has prepared for them that love Him”. Carol Jones was a man who loved God and I bet he is not disappointed this morning. I'm sure I won't be either.
So if one
day, you happen to see me standing in line somewhere at the salad bar you can
pretty much bet that my mind is not on what I’m about to put on my plate. My
mind will be somewhere else. I’m probably thinking about Home.
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