Heaven.
It’s a beautiful mystery. Our finite minds — as hard as we may try — cannot comprehend its glorious infinity. “It would be like trying to describe the Internet to an ant,” Rick Warren says.
So I will walk by faith — a faith susceptible to wavering, but a faith that is oh so strong. As though I’m crossing a balance beam, and I lose my footing. My arms flail, my body teeters, but my toes curl tight. And I hang on… knowing a mighty spotter is there if I fall.
I lean not on my own understanding; I cling to amazing grace.
How sweet the sound.
A couple of years ago, NBA player, Monty Williams, gave a moving eulogy at his wife’s funeral. He said, “We didn’t lose her. When you lose something you can’t find it. I know exactly where my wife is.”
I know exactly where my dad is.
It’s a beautiful mystery, but I know that I know that I know.
He’s in paradise.
Heaven.