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The first thing I think of with this word, imagine, is the song, I Can Only Imagine . . . maybe because a few days ago was our son’s birthday who is in heaven, and that song has always been special. I’ve often thought of the moment he first arrived in heaven . . . those first few moments – the awe and wonder. Did he turn around and wonder how he got there? What were his first thoughts there? Did he meet my mom and grandpa for the first time? I can only imagine!
And, when the kids and I talk, we imagine what it will be like –
imagine things we will not miss . . .
no falling down, scrapping knees,
no casts in heaven,
no cavities or spankings;
tree limbs won’t break over the tire swing,
no more heart surgeries or broken hearts,
and no worries of bills, if there will be a tornado
or if someone will hurt us or reject us (again)
. . . and no drama!
And we imagine what it will be like . . .
the first time we see Jesus, will we touch His hands – or will His hands reach out for us first . . .
how green will the grass be,
and how clear will those still waters be,
and how shinny the golden streets?
And we imagine again, the questions we’d like to ask of Jesus . . .
but then, will it really matter anymore?
Imagine meeting David, Esther, Job and Mary . . .
imagine eating from His table – unblemished food,
no worry of pesticides, worms in apples or what causes cancer
Someday we will not imagine anymore,
there will be no more good-byes, no more tears
and truth and wholeness will always be.
We will be like Him.
I can only imagine.
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Joining Lisa-Jo and her Five Minute Friday.
” five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right “