Glimpses of Heaven

On the way home from a walk the other day, my oldest was walking beside me, hand in hand, and asked the question, "Why doesn't everyone just believe and want to go to Heaven?"

My response, lacking in wisdom, was this, "Baby that is a tough question, but all I know is I want to go!"

She chimed in, "Me too Mom!"

My 8 year old got me thinking as she often does. Childlike faith is nothing to scoff at, it's something to strive for.

After our conversation, I thought about my answer to her question and realized, although it could be lacking in wisdom, it was the truth. I did want to go to Heaven, but what I failed to mention to her was that I want others to go with me too. Sometimes I just wish I could speak out with wise words about how good I feel. To put it perfectly, about just how this moment or that moment makes my soul sing praises.

All is right in the world, even when it isn't, all is well in the world, even when chaos is reigning. Maybe then, just maybe others would want to go too.

Since I was a little girl these moments have been a part of me, and although I didn't realize it then, now I often think that in these moments God is giving me a glimpse into Heaven. These moments show up and I just can't help but smile and sigh because life is good, life is very good.

A little glimpse into eternity with moments that are so sweet yet so simple. Moments that are so significant, yet so mundane. Moments that are so precious yet so basic.

A child whose love is often locked up tight, wraps her arms around your neck and says, "I love you."

A spouse who will do all within his power to make you laugh and smile when you are far from being a morning person.

Sisters who love your babies hard and good.

Parents who would do just about anything for each of their own.

Friends who root for you, reminisce with you, and laugh with you until your side hurts.

A song that plays at just the right time.

The perfect Fall day that brings that first taste of crisp cool weather.

A toddler's gratitude and appreciation, when you rescue her Lady from the clutches of the dreaded washer and dryer.

A baby girl who speaks from her heart, talks with you about her faith, and just wants world peace.

A kind word.

A sweet compliment.

A loving hug.

Thank you God for these glimpses of Heaven and for the days that I don't ever want to end.

With love,
Tori