I’m a worry-wart when it comes to most things, and taking
trips is no different. I get stressed
and worried before I even leave. I think
of every bad thing that could happen and then convince myself that it
will: I might get eaten by a shark at
the ocean/I might get bitten by a snake while camping/I might get bed bugs from
a hotel…the list could go on for days!
Once I’m
there, I have a great time, but no matter where I’m at or how much fun I’m
having, there comes a time when it’s nice to come home. It’s nice to be on the road and start seeing
familiar sights. It’s nice to think
about what is waiting for you when you get there: you home and life.
Heaven is just
like that. Down here has just been a
little trip. It’s been fun. There’s been happy times and
celebrations. There’s also been
disappointments and heartaches. But one
day I’ll begin to see those familiar sights.
My Papa who I would love to drink a Diet Pepsi with again. My Grandpa who missed the majority of my
life. My Grandma who I never got to
meet. A baby cousin who never got to
know life down here. When I start seeing
those sights, I’ll breathe a little deeper and know that I’m almost home.
“After that, we who are still alive and are
left will be caught up together
with them in the clouds to meet
the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever.”
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Thessalonians 4:17 NIV
