Heaven is Paradise

Judah and I managed to make it out to ladies bible study yesterday where we briefly discussed the idea of what heaven may be like. We ultimately decided that heaven will appear differently to each of us. While I know that Heaven is an unfathomable place, I find myself daydreaming (with a sleeping baby on my chest) about what Heaven will be like.

The bible tells us there will be no pain, tears or heartache. Jesus is preparing "rooms" for us there where he will greet us and dwell with us. The streets are paved with gold, the gates are made of pearl, and the walls made of precious jewels. We will spend our days worshipping the glory of God.

I like to think that Heaven is at the foot of a mountain. I'll greet, and in some instances meet loved ones for the first time, in a field where a river flows. The air is crisp and smells like new babies. There is no age in heaven -- we will all be recognizable and we will know one another fully, without the hindrance of sin, the way God knows and loves us. We will meet Jesus face to face in the field, embracing Him and rejoicing together in songs and dancing. He will lead us to the holy city with the golden streets. Each of us has a purpose and a role in heaven. We will work and rest without boredom. We will run and not grow weary. In this paradise, we will provide for one another, serve one another, and love one another without judgement or fear.

Of course this is all just a guess and my best guess pales in comparison to what is to come. What does your vision of heaven look like?

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