hmm...heaven?

I miss Mom, but as much as I long for her; I wouldn't necessarily wish that she were here. That sounds so strange and peculiar but there it is. Tonight on the way home, I heard a different kind of song about someone who passed away. Instead of talking of our grief, it is from the perspective of Heaven. It talks of how that person is "runs with the angels on streets made of gold...listen to stories of saints new and old..." The title of the song is called "wish you were here". I never thought of it that way. That while we are down here grieving losing her, she is up in Heaven, waiting for the day for us to arrive and show us around. It just makes me smile to think of her chatting up the likes of Corrie and the apostle Paul.

I still get sad at things that she will experience or see. For example, and this sounds absurd to put it into words, but I was very upset that she passed away before I was able to take Wy for his first professional photos. She was never able to hold, what I hope, will be beautiful portraits and oogle over her grandson. It sounds absurd not because she held the real baby but because I am so wrapped up in this temporal world that I still think a picture is going to be a comfort to her. The point is that she now walks with the Great Comforter. She needs no temporary comfort now, she is without pain and is in the presence of her God. I find that so hard to fathom. Many times throughout the day, I find myself wondering how one occupies their time in heaven. I know the Bible says we will worship, but again my finite mind takes over and I think "all the time?" But my mom knows now.