The Hem

As I was driving from the bank to Aldi’s this afternoon, I listened to I Can Only Imagine by MercyMe. It’s a wonderful song that makes me think. And as I was singing and driving (honestly, these are the only two things I am able to multitask), I started comparing what I can see and feel here on earth to what is waiting in Heaven. The joy I feel now…how will it compare to the joy, you know…up there?

I instantly felt the urge to write. So I parked my car at Aldi’s and wrote this post in the parking lot.

When I look into the eyes of my grandchildren, I see joy.

When I recall the chatter of my young children, I hear angels singing.

When I hold the hand of a loved one, I feel Jesus.

When I embrace love, my heart sings.

When I am in nature, my spirit renews.

And with every breath, my soul praises God.

These treasures make life here on earth bearable and they are as close to perfect as this earthly life can possibly grant us. As a human, I can only imagine what it will be like to walk the streets of gold with our savior. But, truthfully, I don’t think my imagination even comes close to understanding the reality of the beauty, and the peace, and the love in what awaits us there.

Just as the woman only touched the hem of Jesus’s garment, our comprehension only touches the hem of heaven. We can only imagine.

I embrace the blessings in this life. They are gifts from above that prepare us for even greater things.

♥️

Andi

Photos: a Florida sky; my grandson, Jack; my kids many years ago; holding Matt’s hand; embracing Ezekiel after the birth of his daughter; a walk on the pathway near my home; a sunset view from my backyard; internet.