I often think about Heaven. I have some definite ideas about it. I believe that when our mortal bodies give out, it frees up our minds and we can access some of that huge mysterious part that scientists are always telling us we don't use. With no physical restrictions, and the awesome brainpower that is now available, I believe that we can jump the constraints of time and space and go wherever and WHENever we want. And I know exactly where I will go first.
Of course, before I go whizzing off, I'd like to think there's something of a welcome station where we start. That the white light and the tunnel lead us to a celestial train which is pulling into the heavenly depot, where all of our family and friends are waiting to say hello. Over there is Grama Nelle, with Grampa Loris puffing on his cigar...and there's my brother Steve, golf bag over his shoulder - he took time from his daily golf game to come and welcome me Home. Oh, and there's my mother-in-law, Fran, saying, "Hello, hello, hello!" as she always did every time we arrived. There are a lot of other faces, too, whom I don't recognize but I know instinctively are the ancestors who came before. And frisking around getting under everyone's feet are the cats - Emily and Pooky and Charlie and Booger and Lady and Tigger and Tiger and little Jack.
I've always thought that coming home, wherever home is, is one of the most wonderful feelings we experience on earth, and that makes me think it's God's way of showing us a little tiny taste of what we will find at the end of all things mortal. You know what I mean? The way your parents' house smells - even if it's not the same one you grew up in? The way it feels to get out of the car, or off the train, or walk down the jetway towards those people you love best in the world. It's His way of telling us that the best is yet to be.
And then...? After we've caught up and eased those sore places in our hearts that have been there since these folks left us? Then...we GO. Wherever and whenever. For me, it's a cottage just a little way out of a small town in Ohio, filled with love and laughter, and lots of children. And I'm there - and I'm slender (a girl can dream, can't she?!) and there's my Scott and he can walk now and we can dance while the kids laugh and clap their hands. And then the days just go by...the seasons turn... the world is never ugly and the kids never leave home and we just enjoy life as it ambles by.
The best thing of all? That's MY heaven, but yours will be what satisfies your soul the most. Only you, and God, know what that is.