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I am excited that I finally long for Heaven - even on my best of days (which are by far happier now than they ever have been)! For my whole Christian life I have always struggled with loving earth so much that the idea of praying "thy Kingdom come" or "Come, Lord Jesus" have never made since to me.  The only time the subject of Heaven brought any comfort was when a believing loved one passed away or when I was incredibly depressed.  I don't think I'm the only one who has felt that way, as a matter of fact I stumbled across this quote by Randy Alcorn (who was quoting a pastor) this morning...

"Whenever I think about Heaven, it makes me depressed. I’d rather just cease to exist when I die. I can’t stand the thought of that endless tedium. To float around in the clouds with nothing to do but strum a harp … it’s all so terribly boring. Heaven doesn’t sound much better than Hell. I’d rather be annihilated than spend eternity in a place like that.”

I've never even felt quite that strongly :).  Of course, that is not how I picture heaven.  I know it is going to be amazingly wonderful! Joy, Health, Vitality, Laughter, Strength, Rest, Peace, Fellowship, Creativity, Knowledge, Wisdom, an unhindered friendship with God.  These are just a few things that come to mind...and I bet they are just the tip of the iceberg.

So, for those of you who are worried about me because I mentioned a longing for heaven after an argument with my husband - please, don't be worried.  I wasn't longing for heaven because I was sad.  I am thrilled to be longing for heaven - and it started months before that argument :).  I am so thankful that my relationship with God has finally gotten to a place where I can't wait to be with Him.  I am also thankful that right now I am here on earth.  I absolutely love my husband, my children, my extended family, my friends, my home and the beauty of creation all around me.  Thankfully, as far as I know, I am healthy. If I was to find out that I didn't have much time on earth, it would definitely be a struggle.  There would be many tears.  So, no worries, I promise I am in not even close to being suicidal (nor have I ever been) - as a matter of fact you would probably crack up if you could see the goofy grin I have on my face right now as I think about the way words can so easily be misunderstood.

Words are so powerful.  And just so you know, so I've told you with my words - if you are reading this, I am incredibly thankful for you.  What an incredibly opportunity it is to be able to share my heart with you!

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