I think about my incredible father each and every day, multiple times a day, but this week, my mind and thoughts have been on overload so I needed to write….
When I think about my father being in Heaven, I sit and wonder about so many things. To be honest, I always knew Heaven was real, but it wasn’t until I had a close loved one, my dad, pass away that Heaven really became something I thought about so often. I guess it’s like when a family member goes on vacation to somewhere you’ve never been, and when they return you want to know all about the food, the sights, everything they did, and see all the pictures. And while I know one day I will experience Heaven with my dad, I still find myself thinking :
Dad spent his whole life serving Christ and pointing others towards Him. What was it like the first time dad saw his Saviour? What did dad do? Did he fall on his knees, run to Him? I can’t imagine what that moment was like.
What does daddy look like in his “perfect” body? His body was so battle-scarred on earth, so what does it look like now? I like to imagine that his legs are restored and he runs down streets of gold.
On earth, Dad liked to eat! So, what’s he eating at the Banquet table?
What does dad’s mansion look like and what makes it uniquely his? Sometimes I like to picture that it’s got touches of green and orange (for dad’s team!), and has tons of bird feeders and beautiful birds that fly to him as he stands on a huge back porch (a daily event when he was here). Dad was never a man of substantial monetary wealth, so I wonder his awe at not only his mansion, but the beauty and majesty of Heaven!
When he’s not worshiping his Savior, who is he talking to? Peter? Moses? Joshua? Adrian Rogers? Jerry Falwell? Thomas Evans? Or family or his other friends in ministry that went on before him?
And, then, when I think about how he spends those eternal hours, I wonder what it was like when he met mine and Joey’s baby… While we never held that baby, or even knew its gender, dad has. I wonder if they spend their days together – Papa and grandchild, hand in hand, walking through Heaven.
I don’t know the answers to any of these questions, and I’m no theologian to know what’s even “correct” but, when I wish at times, for my own selfish reasons, that he were still here so I could call him up and talk to him or so that Abigail could crawl up into his lap, and I miss him more than I can put into words, it brings me comfort to know that he is in a place far better off than I can imagine.
"No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has
prepared for those who love him"
1 Corinthians 2:9
prepared for those who love him"
1 Corinthians 2:9
