Streets of Gold

I love Him. So very much. I love that He's there even when I'm not. I love that He hangs on to me even when I don't want Him. I love that He still pushes me even when I want to stay still. I think I'd be pretty terrible without Him.

I love reading His words and hearing His stories and seeing His work. I really love watching Him in my kids. Seeing Him pull at their hearts, seeing them love what He's done for us. We got excited for heaven this week. We read about the place that has a river running through it with streets of gold and gates made of pearl. Of the place that never has night. The place where He is, waiting for us. We dreamed about our mansions and Jesus and our heroes. We talked about the parties that the angels have when someone finds the Truth.

We learned about the other place too. The place of darkness and hopelessness and loneliness. The place that God made for our enemy. The one who wanted to be God. We talked about how we do that sometimes too. Want to be in control. Want to take over our lives.

And then we talked about why we're here. About how we should use time. Since it only exists for a while. I learn so much from them. I wish I could be more like them. I want their wonder. Their excitement. I love being around it.

I want to know Him. I want to hear His voice. I want to love His Word. More than I do. And when we get there. I want to embrace Him. And just hold on. I try to here. But I can't imagine what it will be like there.