I was thinking about heaven yesterday.
Sometimes I think about heaven. I don’t really know why, but I do. I don’t think about the normal things one would think about when they think about heaven. Probably because I'm not all that normal. Anyways, I was thinking about what heaven smells like because I have never thought about it. I bet it smells good. Then I started wondering, what if heaven has a taste? Like instead of eating food, heaven just taste good and you never have to eat – unless you want to. I don’t know why I was thinking about that, but I was. It was probably because I was in my kitchen thinking about the fact that I like cereal and I like the way it taste and hope I get to experience it forever. I don’t know. It makes since in my head.
I guess the reason I’m telling you this is because I think there is something incredible about not knowing and wondering and sometimes even doubting. Because I do all of those things, and I’m realizing that It doesn’t make me less of a person. And I’m not bad for not knowing because God can teach me. And I’m not wrong for thinking about things I don’t know. It’s okay… No… It’s good. I guess the reality is, sometimes it’s easier to wonder what heaven taste like than to wonder why Jesus tells us to love our enemies and give up our lives to follow him and other difficult things of the sort.
Hmm…
I like to think about heaven. Then again, there is so much more to think about here on earth. And I think we get to wrapped up in heaven and forget the fact that we have a precious life. A gift. Right here. Right now.
I don’t know what I’m going to eat in heaven. I’m sure it will be awesome. But maybe I don’t need to know. The truth is, I don’t know what I’m going to eat for breakfast (even though I hope it's cereal), and I should probably think about that first…
I should probably think about now first.
