This week we are talking this week about the hope of heaven and the glorious reunion that each of us long for with great hope. (My original post is here.)
There has been many times since Carleigh was born that I have thought about the glory of Heaven and what it will be like when I am reunited with my children and I get to embrace my Savior. The joy of those moments is more than I can even imagine. I can’t even begin to express how much I look forward to that day.
I think that knowing that I will be reunited again with my children one day has made this road more bearable for me. No one or nothing can take that hope away from me. Sometimes that day seems so far away but I know that this life one earth is but a blink of an eye in the grand scheme of eternity in Heaven.
The excerpt below is from my original post. I don’t think I could rewrite it any differently today.
What do I imagine Heaven is like? Well, I know it is very beautiful and I envision the purest light ever radiating to every place-every nook and cranny. The streets of Heaven are lined with gold and precious jewels and stones are everywhere. It is warm and big, fluffy clouds surround everything. (Big, fluffy clouds may not even exist in Heaven but they sure do make me feel good. They remind me of things that are very soft.) There are buildings and mansions and many people. A heavenly tune floats through the air and songs of praise are sung.
I think that once you enter Heaven (of course I have no way of knowing this) you are greeted by people you love. They welcome you and hug you until you get accustomed to your new home and then they take you to meet Jesus. I am not sure of age in Heaven. I don't even have a guess as to how old people appear to be. I have a couple theories though. I think that either they look the age that you remember them or when they passed away or that everyone is at a same general age. I often think more of the latter. I have a hard time grasping little babies in Heaven.
I believe I will know my children instantly and they will know me. I imagine running into each other's arms and being filled with so much love and joy to see them and to know them as a mother should at last. There would be no sweeter words out of the mouth of my children than to hear them say "Mommy, I love you!"
I love you too.