“I’m going home, where the streets are golden, every chain is broken”
This song is quickly becoming a top favorite, a description from Chris Tomlin and his thoughts on our permanent home, Heaven. I woke up this morning with those lyrics running through through my head, and now I’m laying here thinking about that place.
Over the last several months a lot has happened, which, if you’re patient, I will explain to you in a new exciting way over the next few days and weeks. Hang tight PoP’ers (oh yeah, you guys have a new nickname. Pages of Parenthooders, abbreviated!). Anyway, life has been challenging to say the least and the result has been some in depth discussions with my God and a lot of thoughts about my home.
This morning, I woke up to blue skies and sunshine. Blah. I have definitely gotten spoiled over the last few days with complete cloud cover, light drizzling rain, and no need for sunglasses. My soul sister Sarah and sweet boy Colm totally get me, for they are my fellow pluviophiles, lovers of rain and cloudy days. Fortunately for me the weather man has promised more rain and possibly even snow over the next two days. So, with the thoughts of home running through my brain this morning, it’s prompted this idea… could heaven have a spot just for us pluviophiles? The Seattle equivalent in a north western secion of heaven?
I’ve thought about heaven a lot in my life. Especially when I had friends and loved ones start heading there far sooner than I would have preferred. I know my thoughts about that place are severely limited to this human brain and the scope of my understanding which is nothing compared to God’s understanding and His plan.
But whatever. I think about heaven in the only way I know how. I think about those streets of gold, and I imagine a light drizzling rain with grey up above. I envision a house that is perfect for me and I think about the parties we’ll have and a life free from burdens and worry.
I imagine conversations with people that I missed for so long, and people that I didn’t even imagine having a conversation with. Frequently, I think about heaven as a tv show. Have you ever noticed that your favorite characters always have everything they need? Sure they might express a concern about money briefly, but then surprise! A job comes through, or somebody leaves an inheritance and everything is as it should be once again. Happily ever after is what fiction gives us and what we desperately seek here on earth.
Spoiler alert. I’m fairly confident in saying that heaven is my happily ever after.
My chains will be broken, daily medications will be a distant memory, a home big enough for everyone I love and care about will be a reality, I will get to spend my days enjoying the company of everyone I love, especially God.
God… wow. I don’t know what God looks like, to be honest, I do have this ongoing grandfatherly image in my head. But maybe God is in fact a large sarcastic black woman. Who knows. What I do know is that God is all knowing, all powerful, and life with him is perfection. He has the ability to take the worst days, weeks, months, and use them for a crazy amazing purpose.
And I’m going to get to spend eternity with Him. I imagine just sitting with him in a garden with that light drizzling rain and there is no requirement to speak, we just sit there. Completely at peace.
I can’t wait for my home and the peace that will overwhelm my very being.