Lately, I’ve found myself thinking more about heaven.
Strangely enough, it’s made me think differently about death.
We spend much of our lives trying to preserve the life we’ve been given.
We exercise.
We take our medicine.
We buckle our seatbelts.
We eat a little healthier.
We do everything we can to care for these fragile bodies God has entrusted to us.
And rightly so.
Life is a gift.
But the older I get, the more heaven feels less like an idea… and more like a promise.
There comes a point when you begin to realize that every goodbye carries a different kind of weight.
You understand why people cry.
Why they linger.
Why they hold hands a little longer.
Because love has a way of making us wish time would slow down.
And yet, as followers of Christ, we grieve differently.
Not because death doesn’t hurt.
It does.
Not because we’ll stop missing the people we love.
We won’t.
But because death was never meant to have the final word.
Sometimes I wonder if we’ve become so attached to this world that we forget it was never meant to be our forever home.
Scripture describes a place where sorrow ends.
Where tears are wiped away.
Where pain no longer has a home.
Where everything broken is finally made whole.
That’s not wishful thinking.
That’s hope.
The kind of hope that allows us to grieve deeply… and still look forward with expectation.
So while my heart still aches at the thought of saying goodbye…
another part of me quietly rejoices.
Because for those who belong to Christ,
death is not the end of the story.
It’s the moment faith becomes sight.
Maybe that’s why heaven has always been called our true home.
Not because this life isn’t beautiful.
It is.
It holds sunsets and laughter.
Children’s voices.
The people we love.
The ordinary moments we’ll one day realize were extraordinary.
Perhaps those moments were never meant to satisfy us completely.
Perhaps they were always meant to awaken a longing for something even greater.
Because even at its very best…
we’re just passing through.
“But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ.”
Philippians 3:20 (NIV)
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