If you are reading this without me, I have surely won the race for heaven. I am sorry for your sense of loss, and I probably should not have eaten all those Twizzlers. Then again, what is a movie experience without them?
Miss me as I would surely miss you, but do not worry over my soul. Even as you read this, I am gazing on the throne from which my beloved Savior reigns. I am caught up in the chorus of the angels who worship in His radiant presence and I will likely still be in the same spot when you arrive. For who, after being ushered into the presence of the glorified Christ – the lover of my soul – will be able to look away in less than a thousand years?
Remember the plan for getting together…. third level of heaven, third playground, third swing set on the left. Bring Twizzlers.