If I could go to any place at any time, where would it be? To be honest, I can’t put my finger on a specific place or time, but rather a feeling. It’s that sweet spot in time when you felt safe and free to be fully you. In my mind it is actually snippets of time – almost like a collage. It was that Christmas when the entire family met at our grandparent’s house in the country. We opened our gifts, ate a wonderful dinner and then the kids played while the adults played cards until 1am. It was a season in my life when I spend a lot of time at the same grandparent’s house and my grandpa would watch the Lawrence Welk Show. I would run up the stairs and put on a dress and dance for the entire hour. It was the many times when my great-grandma would fix us each a cup of tea and play board games with me. It was the time my friend and I spent the evening listening to No Anchovies Please by the J. Geils Band. It was the time when I would go to the living room and ask my mom if she wanted a kiss and then run to the linen closet to get one, put it on my lips, run back and smack it on her cheek. Yes, this is where I would go on my “trip”.
I wonder if this is what Heaven will be like – simple perfectness where we can be who we were created to be, sitting at the feet of our Savior.
These all died in faith, not having received the things promised, but having seen them and greeted them from afar, and having acknowledged that they were strangers and exiles on the earth. For people who speak thus make it clear that they are seeking a homeland. If they had been thinking of that land from which they had gone out, they would have had opportunity to return. But as it is, they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared for them a city. (Hebrews 11:13-16, ESV)