Heaven is a very real place to me. I know skeptics and cartoonists may venture illustrations of endless clouds and lots of harps. Why would we want to leave this beautiful earth for that? Sure it may be peaceful, sounding really good on days of broken dryers, post office disasters and chauffeuring. But after awhile it may get a bit humdrum.
"Paint me heaven. Don't be afraid. Just use your imagination. I gave it to you: the one who created it all and made you in My image."
Hmm.. Imagine. Just imagine a sky that can be any color you want on any given day. I choose pink today. Imagine that soft yellow rose petals drift in the breeze. And see over there, beyond that peach meadow? There is a deep purple stream that sparkles like amethysts. Hmm. I'm guessing there are thousands of colors I've never seen before; and what would Heaven smell like? A sweetly bathed newborn? The fresh, crisp mountain air of Lake Tahoe? Maybe a good cup of coffee or the inside of a Godiva chocolate store... And the sounds? Bach meets Yo-yo Ma and is joined by the birds and the breezes and a choir of angels... How does heaven feel? You know that sensation of being hugged, the warmth that radiates from your heart to your toes to the corners of your smile? And when you're out on an early autumn day with a bit of a breeze and the warm sun tickling your cheeks through the branches overhead...and I lift up my face to catch more... Heaven. How do you imagine it? I think it's time to paint. Soli Deo Gloria!