But I don't think of Heaven, not ever. I'm not anticipating it, not looking forward to it'...not wondering what it will be like.
Not because I don't believe. I do. It's simply that there's no way I can predict it, and there's no point is spoiling the now by looking forward to the next.
If nothing else, this illness has taught me, truly, that all is now.
And how I handle now is a pretty good indicator of both my temporal future, and my eternal one.
The present moment is not a seed to be planted for tomorrow's harvest. It's a totally mature git from God, and it can only be enjoyed as it's given.
This moment cannot be hoarded, or traded.
And it deserves to be enjoyed for exactly what it is.
And now for some music...Jimmy Buffett's Come Monday with an introduction by the margaritaville Man himself.