TERRAIN

Soil is the place in our heart where our lives sprout. It can be good earth or filled with rocks and hard to farm.

Then there are the weeds. The thoughts and other things that can interfere with its fertility.

We all have those roots in our nature that will sprout as things that will detract from the garden God would raise in our lives. This is true for all live.

I do feel that in eternity one thing that will happen is that everyone will who stands before the Lord will see what potential they truly had in life. This will not be a judgment.

It is part of the eternal preparation. For in heaven I genuinely believe that are abilities truly become realized.

We become what God intended, but without the limitations of this life. And this gives us the joy of feeling complete.

I can’t imagine any greater happiness than a chance to do what you are best at in a perfect climate and forever. And to do it to the glory of the Lord makes it even more wonderful.

The thing is to me is that we may not even know all our real talents. However, the Lord will reveal it due time.

And we will use it according to His will and it will truly be a source of what truly satisfies. Hard to imagine such a state, but I know it will be such a blessing.

On the flip side I can see how for those who are not in heaven there is the agony of seeing all the lost opportunities. Each possible gift that they didn’t know about that will never get realized.

What regret could be more painful to them? Perhaps it is speculation, but I can’t imagine it would be a blessing in any way.

I also think it helps to ease the pain for what was never received in life. For if you are given a gift that lasts forever it surely would make up for what was lost here.

Not sure many want to wait. They want now. They want heaven on earth and all things they think will bring happiness.

Waiting doesn’t figure into the equation. And if they can’t have it now then they are miserable.

Such is said side of spirituality when it see this life as more important than eternity. Never the joy that lasts despite what some preach.