How Beautiful Heaven Must Be

"We read of a place that's called heaven, it's made for the pure and the free. These truths in God's word He hath given, how beautiful heaven must be...."

I so look forward to church on Sunday morning. For reasons that aren't clear to me yet, God has steared me back to the baptist church I grew up in. As I went this morning, my butt it was a draggin'. Satan tried so many different things on me to get me to stay home, BUT....I knew God needed me in services this morning. I knew He wanted me there and I went.

Had I been sitting on an "aisle" seat, I'd probably got up and left. The special music being sung this morning was the song with the above title. Immediately, without a thot, tears flowed from my eyes and there I sat, nearly 59 years old, bawling like a baby while this duet of women sang the song in the most magnificent of harmony and sound. I was so overcome I grabbed my brother's hand in every effort to compose myself and not make a spectacle of me. The song was shared for EVERYONE in the service.....not just for me. I listened to every word and clung to every word between the tears. I cannot recall a time in my life when I was more thankful for my brother than those moments. He never flinched. He never wavered. He never put his arm around me and hugged, he simply stood strong in my storm and held my hand....well....Jesus held my hand thru my brother. As I managed to settle, my thoughts went to my face. What a mess I probably was and of course, not a kleenex in sight. So often I make sure a couple are folded in my Bible, but of course, not this time. I could only imagine the sight I was! Inside I had to laugh because I knew God understood and it didn't matter one bit to Him.

You see, countless times Mom and I sang that old hymn the days before her homegoing. She'd start singing and I'd join in. My how Mom longed for heaven! My how I wanted her to have the best! I knew heaven was the best and I longed for her to stay, yet, I longed for her to go.

I miss her so much and you know what? It's okay! I figure folks would be disappointed with me, (with us), if we didn't miss her. After the benediction I told Brother to tell those dear ladies what a wonderful job they did but they were NOT allowed to sing that song in services again unless I am warned! LOL!!!!! He never flinched. He never wavered! It's as if my "storm in the service" had not happened. You see, that's God! That's God working thru my brother, flowing HIS PEACE, HIS LOVE, for ME!

How beautiful heaven must be!!!!!