What is Heaven Like ?

“When one pictures heaven, he sees a grand-maned lion and carefree innocent children running and playing in open sunlit meadows of sweet grasses among untold numbers of windblown wildflowers.”

c.e.hollis

I cannot tell you what heaven will be like. Ideas of heaven are as varied as the flowers on the face of the planet. But I have often wondered.

Some envision walking on golden streets and living in palatial houses.  Some say we’ll sit on clouds and play harps; that we’ll be dressed in white robes and wear golden crowns.

The Bible gives some descriptions that we can grasp as hints, but how can our minds conceive of glories so far outside the realm of our experience?

There will be music, wonderful music at all times that we can join in. I am certain of that. I have always loved music. When I was a child we sang an old hymn that went something like this:

Then the darkness shall turn to the Dawning

And the Dawning to Noonday Bright;

And Christ’s Great Kingdom will come on earth––

The kingdom of Love and Light!

You can imagine how those lines appealed to the poet deep inside me. And since I have believed that heaven will be here on earth with Jesus as our king.

But wherever it is, heaven will be where God is with us.

My Aunt Helen used to say we will never be bored there because we will be in a bustling wonderful city and we can attend classes and be learning forever. We will sit and converse with the saints, the apostles, and with Jesus Christ himself. We will see those we love who have gone before us and have happy times with them.

We will be finally whole and free in body, soul, and mind. True justice will reign. There will be fruit and delicious foods for us to eat and no more sickness, disease, death, pain, or war. God will wipe all the tears from our eyes.

I like the idea of fields of flowers myself, without the fear of harm from snakes or wild animals in a land of peace and goodness. I would love the music too.

As you have heard, “We can only imagine!” Can you imagine?

 

Bountiful Goodness

“How bountifully God deals to us the wonderful
goodness from the earth.”
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Peaches
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Okra
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Sweet Corn
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Green Tomatoes
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Fresh Cut Broccoli
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Apples for Autumn
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Apple Pie Baked in a Cast Iron Skillet
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Apples Blushed with Pink Sweetness
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Apples in Mama’s Kitchen
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Cabbages
Tomatoes and Peppers
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Heirloom Tomatoes
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Peppers, Cucumbers and Tomatoes

The  simplest of foods we tend to take for granted and forget how He cares for us each day.

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Watermelons
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Canning Tomatoes
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Rippening Fast
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Tomatoes
Garden Vegetables
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Hot Sweet Pickles
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Sweet Hotdog Relish
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Late Cantaloupe Growing on the Fence
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Pecans in Summer
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Toasted pecans
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Pecan Honey Pie
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Pecans to Market
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Sweet Peaches
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Putting up Peaches
Cooking for Winter Days
Cinnamon Rolls with Pecans and Raisins
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Baskets from the Kitchen Garden
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Pear Pie
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Pumpkins at Farm Market

God’s Happy Place

 

“The farmer is in God’s happy place when he is working in the fields, the vineyards, the orchards, and the pastures.” 

c.e.hollis

The earth at summer’s end and autumn’s coming has a sweetness––warm and lingering. It has been planted, watered, weeded, and watch-dogged. It waits for the farmer to harvest.

Fruit trees and pecan and walnut trees are waiting, waiting out their season. Summer’s finale comes with fall and apples and pears  loaded in baskets and bins. The house smells like cinnamon on hot applesauce.

When the pecans are ready, dried and fully meated, they drop from browned husks to the ground. The garden gives up the last vegetables: greens, okra, broccoli, cabbages, melons and tomatoes. The turnips and beets, pumpkins and sweet potatoes are carried in baskets or wheelbarrow to the house or market and canned, dried, or frozen for winter.

The air smells of figs––syrupy sweet, and they will ripen until the frost comes and blackens their furry mitten-shaped leaves. The hay is baled in brown rolls and set in rows; the new against the few leftover bales of last year. Cows graze on the last green and spend their days lazy and content. The mama cows are carrying their calves who will soon be runnning along beside them.

The farmer works, but he is waiting––wondering how his challenging summer in wind, rain, and heat will pay off. He is happy out in the fields––growing things like Adam did. His work is hard, but enjoyable. Weather conditions, weeds, briars, insects, and sweat are his daily concerns. He prays for patience. He prays for strength. He prays for favor. He is happy himself in God’s happiest place.