Returning Home

I have always felt that reuniting with our loved ones in heaven is much akin to being a recruit stationed away at boot camp and returning home months later. What seemed like an extremely long time away wasn’t really that long at all. All the waiting and training and rules become backdrop, mere window dressing. There has never been such an exhilaration as the day you’re finally out, heading home, back to civilization, freedom, things you took for granted. Your heart literally skips a beat at leaving for home - you are returning to Real Life, to familiarity and good will. I will forever believe that when we enter heaven’s gates and cross to the other side there will be such rejoicing and excitement that our time spent here will seem incredibly short. We will, I suspect, even have a flutter of nostalgia for what happened in this life. The worst times here will be a topic of dinner conversation with our loved ones there, replete with grins and remembrances by a roaring fire. Soldiers will always be able to find fond memories of their battles once the war is won