Lately I have been thinking about heaven. I am going home for Christmas in 16 days and the anticipation is about to give me a heart attack. There have been moments when I have been so excited that my chest hurts and my heart feels like it has stopped. Is that what it is supposed to be like to long to be with Jesus? Are we supposed to feel like that all the time? I think that would maybe just kill me, but oh, the perspective it would give. Recently when the girls have been giving me a headache I just stop and think "-- days!" and instantly my heart sings and I am able to respond cheerfully and not out of anger. Looking forward to going home has also helped me to learn to enjoy anticipation. There is something special about longing for something this way. It is a different special from the fulfillment of that longing, and they should both be enjoyed in their own way. So for now, 16 days until I get to be HOME!
