It was a four-hour trip from where I lived to my sister’s front door, but on this cold, rainy night, it seemed forever. My head was splitting, my muscles were aching and my less-than-ideal windshield wipers were driving me insane.
It didn’t help matters that, every five minutes, my young daughter asked, “Are we almost there?” “Are we almost there?” “Are we almost there?”
Indeed, the thought of being “there” urged me onward.
It's a place of perfect peace, where death is a stranger. No hate. No crime. No war. No bills to pay. No clocks to punch. No telemarketers calling. Nothing but happiness while eternal ages roll.
Songwriter, James Rowe, put it this way: “Won’t it be wonderful there? Having no burdens to bear? Joyously singing, with heart bells all ringing. Oh, won’t it be wonderful there?”
Indeed, it will be, Mr. Rowe. And while I don’t wish to annoy anyone, I must ask: Are we almost there?
Is that the lights of home I see? Is the marriage supper of the Lamb about to begin? I smell something delectable coming from heaven’s portals, and I’m longing for my Father’s warm embrace.
“I go to prepare a place for you.” John 14:2
Dear God, when the road seems long and the rain unending, help me remember the joys that await. Amen.
I've blogged among friends for years, but thanks to some nudging from my twin sis, I'm easing out into the deeper waters of blogging. This is my first time to link up with Charlotte and Ginger at Spiritual Sundays. I hope you'll join me there for spiritual insight and inspiration.