Heaven will have to be better than that feeling I'd have when I'd come home from delivering potato chips and my son would run up and say "Daddy's home on his big ole truck!" I tell you, that kid made me feel like a KING!
Heaven will have to be better than that.
It will have to be better than that feeling when you're cuddling on the couch with the love of your life watching some sentimental movie or a music video and don't have to say a word.
It will have to be better than that feeling when my big sister was nursing my neck, when I hanged myself on the ropes riding my bicycle up to where they were trying to keep people away from the bowling alley that had collapsed under the weight of the snow. I knew my big sister loved me.
It will have to be better than the feeling of acceptance I had when my cousin defended me to his friends who called me names.
It will have to be better than that feeling when my dad skipped the first part of church with me to walk across the street and share a Dr Pepper. "You want the first half, or the second?" I took the first. He kept saying, "Drink a little more. That's not quite half." It had shivers of ice in it. The Geeze and I shared so very much.
It will have to be better than the feeling when it seemed the world wanted me hung out to dry for some infraction of their stupid way of doing things and Mom let me know I messed up without condemning me because she didn't want to give those who would the satisfaction. A Mom's love.
Heaven, I know, is better than all of this. So worth being determined to get there!
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