More Me Thinking About Heaven.  here   I’m sharing a comment from Faye and my answer (in red).  Then more heart thoughts.  I’m not speaking theology.  Just testimony of a love relationship with Jesus.

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thechickengrandma says:

March 22, 2020 at 2:35 pm (Edit)

I’m in like “You’re not going out” kind of in. 😀

I tried not to do damage to the scriptures about heaven. Tried not to over imagine but – dare I tell you – I have some of those also. Would I dare say I fancy there might be “earth” museums where the most glorious artifacts from earth are kept? Oh, sometimes I look at the beauty in music, art, and craftsmanship and wonder if God might let them escape the refining of this old earth and we can observe and remember. I wonder if Handel’s Messiah might be there.

See how I can imagine things that I didn’t include on my thoughts. They are my thoughts – not scripture. And oh how I want to climb a tree and look into an eagles nest….

Still it is beyond what I can think how wonderful heaven is. And I sit here in my corner imaging being at Jesus feet – “Sitting at your feet, sitting at your feet, that is where my joy is complete, sitting at you feet.” *

And in all my imagination the scripture says I come up short with how wonderful it will be.

After having been old for many years now, it is hard to imagine walking without a limp, hearing the bird calls, seeing the tiniest of little seeds on my grand child’s hand, singing out a full volume “There is Going to be a Meeting Over There,” doing a pirouette, learning to play a violin with limber fingers, never again having a broken heart – physically or emotionally.

Oh, but I am insured in scripture that that will be true.

The Lord invites us to “Come now, let us reason together….though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow…”  Marvelous.  No more adversary to accuse me!  Standing face to face with Jesus – no, even in all my imagination, I cannot image that.  I can only see me throwing myself at his feet.  One of the first things I will see will be no more dust on them.  But there are scars…..

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 *(I cannot find the composer of this chorus.)