Heaven

  I'd like to consider myself a fairly decent trip planner. I love to travel and by that I mean actually seeing and experiencing new places not the physical act of getting there. Almost always that is what I waste time on if I am in the wasting time mode.... where shall we go and what shall we do?? Oh there are so many beautiful places to see and we are only here what 70+ years so I guess we better get moving.
 I really don't think of heaven often actually, there isn't much thinking going on of any kind but more like a survival of sorts taking place. So, today when I was putting away the groceries and Julian saw me with the Nutella, he practically shrieked, "Oh please mom!"...."Well, if we must", I said. I proceeded to tell him to get ready because he was about to die and go to heaven as I brought the chocolate and peanut butter toward his gaping mouth. After eating it he let me know that that really wasn't heaven because in heaven there are roller coasters and he knows that for sure because he saw it on a video at First Baptist. Oh my where do I even begin to go with this one. I just smiled and told him maybe that's true but I think we will be so happy to be with Jesus that we won't even notice all the roller coasters and Nutella.  Now that is one trip I'm not planning you see because that trip is planning me. Oh heaven here I come when I see the gates I think I'll run!