streets of gold
Levi is about to crawl. Norah seems to be developing an appreciation for teasing (an essential to survive in the Nickoli family). Mike has left pharm sales and begun an exciting job as a financial planner with Northwestern Mutual. i find myself dreaming about an upcoming trip to san francisco and yosemite nat'l park at least twelve times a day. last night during worship at church of the highlands, i had the revelation that my looking fwd to my trip is what i could feel like when thinking about eternity. in other words, all my anticipation and dreaming, the way i assure myself in hard moments with the promise of vacation--to put that in perspective in relation to what awaits me in the next life--my life truly would seem but momentary trouble. this is hard to translate, though, since so much of our heaven dialogue is interpreted and vague, and the ease with which i imagine yosemite (a place i've never been) is not equalled when i try to imagine eternity with Jesus. i do hope and dream of it, but they are fuzzy imaginings. like trying to see something in the dark and having to look around it, not directly at it, to understand what it looks like. i'm disappointed to realize that i feel more thrill thinking about visiting a place on earth than i do when i think about living on streets on gold. but therein is my problem. i've seen mountains and forests and waterfalls; i've had my breath taken by His earthly beauty. but i've never touched a street made of gold, or lived in a mansion made for me.
but perhaps this is how He wants it.
but perhaps this is how He wants it.