I cannot even fathom what lies beyond the Door, but I suspect that our best day here, the time when all was fresh and new, when your whole life was still spread out before you, the day of friends and promise, the time of new loves and daring dreams- this will seem so mundane and dull in comparison to that New Day when He lets us in. All newness, glory, fresh air, unspoiled goodness, the best still yet to come, pains as far as the east is from the west. And just to think that we probably got in not because of what we did, but in spite of it, making it all the more humbling and miraculous. Oh what a Day that will be! For now it is like being a child waiting for Christmas morning. How long it seems to be 'til it shall come.
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