I’ve been out of my blog-a-rhythm this week. I started this post a few days ago and have just now had the chance to finish it. My cousin and her husband stayed with us for two days and then they were off to Camp Rocks with the rest of my family and friends. Les and I helped drive the kids up to camp, so we got to see everyone and it looks like they are going to have a blast. It will be so fun when my kids are old enough for me to go, too.
But before camp, I had such a great time with my cousin, Michelle. The first day, we…uhm…I can’t even remember. We basically ate. And talked. Then talked some more. I’m pretty sure we cried a lot. Not because of anything sad…just long overdue conversations about motherhood and life in general.
The next day we were basically in the car all day running errands for camp…and eating some more. We ate at the Southern Skillet for breakfast (think biscuits, sausage, scrambled eggs with cheese, grits and orange juice). For lunch we hit up the Fickle Pickle (which is the home of my favorite foods ever: hazelnut/taragaon/cherry chicken salad and chocolate gingerbread cookies). Dinner was at Five Guys (where I ate about 5 french fries). And I probably gained about 1200 pounds that day.
Anyway, this post was not supposed to be about food. When I’m with my long-distance family, I get homesick for heaven. I swear I’m not being super-spiritual but after spending fun normal time with Michelle & Al today and reading Jodi’s post, it just got me all worked up again.
I long for the day that we’ll all get to be together as our complete selves. No petty competition or insecurities. We’ll be able to laugh and love and rejoice together. I’m looking forward to never saying good-bye. I can’t wait to have everyone I love together in one spot.
I just finished listening to The Last Battle on CD. And as a complete spoiler the main characters end up in “heaven”. They arrive unsure of where they are and how they got there. They are in the most beautiful and amazing place they’ve ever been—yet it feels oddly familiar. Soon, they are joined by heroes of the past and long-dead family members.
My favorite part (ok, one of many) is when King Tirian is greeted by his father, “but not as Tirian had seen him last when they brought him home pale and wounded from his fight wit the giant, nor even as Tirian remembered him in his later years when he was a gray-headed warrior. This was his father, young and merry, as he could just remember him from very early days when he himself had been a little boy…”
This is what I would love—for everyone to be the “same” age…or their “real” age. To enjoy each other at their best time of life. God has given us deep, full relationships here on earth and I’m certain our relationships will be even more so when we live together forever in heaven.
As the characters of the The Last Battle begin to realize where they are, one of them describes this new place as “more like the real thing.” I love everything about earth, my family, friends, my life but the reason I long for heaven is because one day I will be together with Jesus and everyone I love–and all of it will be more like the real thing.
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