Some days the pull is heavier than others.
If I’m honest, most days heaven never even crosses my mind.
But lately, there’s been death. Illness. Struggle.
And also less dramatic things like the gentle bent toward sin that you can feel when you’re really, really honest with yourself.
I’ve felt it lately – that bent.
It’s not the “big” things that are hard. (I’ve never had a genuine desire to murder someone or steal the Queen’s crown jewels or run a big insurance scam.)
It’s the little things – That small tug of jealousy in your heart. That tinge of desire to gossip. That undercurrent of pride. That hint of dishonesty. That pull to judge. That appeal of self-righteousness. That tendency to be critical.
And that’s when I really long for heaven – for that place where the tug of sin no longer has any grip, anywhere to latch on, any hold whatsoever of my heart.
I recognize my frailty. I’m still so weak, even in my holiness, even in my right-standing with Him.
There are areas yet unsanctified.
It’s only in him that I’m truly home.
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Q for you: Do you think about heaven much? In what way?
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