Into the Arms of Jesus

As mom and and I sat on the couch the other night she says to me "will you be with me up until the end." Without hesitation I told her that I would carry her into the threshold of Heaven and leave her in the arms of Jesus. Guess that probably would cover the end part. I only wish I could sneak a glimpse while I'm there. I have always been a very visionary type of person. I was gifted with the ability to see the outcome of a task even before I begin it, so as I read about Heaven I have this picture of streams that are so crystal clear, stones lining the bottom of the creek beds that one could only imagine the colors as we in our own eyes have never seen such radiance. I see streets that glimmer of gold, flowers that are so fragrant that I can't help but just stand there and breath in so deep to never forget the smell. A gentle warm breeze blowing and the leaves of the trees almost applauding with each wisp of wind. I see such a glow that I can't even bear to look up because the brightness is of something I have never before experienced. And oh yes, this cotton white robe that seems to flow mile upon mile as if it never ends. Its whiter than any white I have ever beheld~Isaiah 6:1 "and the train of his robe filled the temple." And we wonder and marvel at the sight of Spring. Wow. How will I even be able to stand there to lay her in his arms. On the other hand mom, I'll fall at the feet of Jesus with you in my arms. But we'll get you there.