By Lois Hewitt

Have you ever had a dream in your mind? A dream you can see, smell and feel?  I see this dream in my waking hours and in my slumber.

I see myself at a desk in front of a large window with flowy curtains.  The desk has a beautiful old typewriter. I’m surrounded in the space by books, pens and paper.  I see nothing else in the room, no other rooms either.

The scene outside the window is the only thing that changes. Sometimes it is a beach scene or a forest or mountains.

I am sitting at this desk writing. No other cares or worries. Only writing but without fear or deadline. It is pure and amazing joy.  Every time I see this vision I am full of exhilaration.

Yet I know it is not what I can expect here on this earth.  I would love to recreate this vision but when I do and I am here on earth, I fret from deadlines and overdue bills and not taking care of my responsibilities.

Then the other day I thought, now this is not Biblical, but what if this vision I have had since childhood was a picture of Heaven. 

I am studying what trusted people say about Heaven. The idea of sitting on clouds and playing harps all day is not correct.  I could not imagine doing that for eternity.

I have read that we will have jobs to do in this perfect place. Jobs we love, jobs not done to pay bills or to just survive.  But a purpose that has no monetary meaning. We are to glorify God. What if that, for me, is writing. And for you, maybe, gardening or raising chickens or baking cookies or making music.

What if the passion you feel way down in your soul, the one you never even spoke about… What if that is your purpose and your instrument for glorifying God.

I have no idea what Heaven will be.  The best any of us can do is speculate.

Lately, I have been thinking about that vision differently.  I was always a little sad thinking that I won’t ever achieve the dream. But now I have to wonder and hope that I will be able to experience that dream come true in Heaven.

I guess it is a silly thought. It just makes the mind reel a bit at the thought of “what if”.  Most people who know more than me (and that’s a lot) agree that Heaven will be perfection.

Your ideal of perfection is going to be different from my ideal.  So why can’t they all be a reality as ways for us to praise God.  It brings me comfort in this uncertain times.

I also think I could be way off base, which is possible. Even if Heaven is just sitting on clouds playing songs of praise on a harp, what a beautiful place it will be.