I’ve never been able to imagine heaven. But God gave me a glimpse.
We are told that there will be no more sorrow or pain, no
more sin or strain, no more disability or weakness in heaven. However, I think
of my friend Cathy joyously spinning along in her electric wheelchair instead
of walking, dancing, leaping for joy. And I don’t even know how to start
imagining myself without the last thirty years of fibromyalgia.
I was sitting at my computer, saving photos from my family’s
October 4 photo shoot when it happened.
At once, I felt as if an invisible hand lifted me up a few
inches from my office chair. I looked to the left and saw my profile (but not
one of the pictures) infused with joyous energy. The energy surge left its mark
for hours. Was this some strange side effect of chemo drugs and the anti-nausea
medicine (an anti-anxiety med)? I thought
that for a time. But later as I pondered this unusual experience, I saw that it
was a gift. A preview of myself in paradise.
There my body will no longer weigh me down. The Holy Spirit will be my
source of joy and life, a vibrant energy unsustainable here on earth bound to
my mortal body, but endless in the presence of God.
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