We know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus will raise us also with Jesus, and will bring us with you into his presence. — 2 Corinthians 4:14.
When I think of heaven, I can’t help but picture my grandmother’s kitchen. The air hummed with the comforting symphony of simmering pot of greens and Grandma Erwin’s gentle humming. A plate of her fruit cookies or a cherry pie, still warm from the oven, awaited me on the counter, their sweet scent a promise of comfort. Even as she bustled about, canning jewel-toned jars of fig jam or kneading soft dough, she always had time to listen. Her kitchen wasn’t just a place of delicious food, it was a sanctuary of love, a place where worries melted away like butter on warm bread. In that haven, I received not only a full belly but a brimming heart, a taste of the grace I believe awaits in the hereafter.
I loved this post, Webb. Takes me bake to my Grandma in the 1940s!
Thanks Tom!