I wonder if in death the age a person remains in heaven. Babies stay babies? Children are still children?
Are there grannies pushing swings of angelic children, giggling laughter ringing through the air?
Can you hear slapping of bare feet on golden streets as the children run and play?
Do the children swim in waters made of chocolate and dive into marshmallow pits in their spare time in eternity?
No peer pressure in heaven. No bullies to stand up to. No drunk mommies and no feelings of abandonment. No measuring and comparing in heaven. Pure bliss.
Do the children get down on their knees on the edge of heaven and peer down upon us? Do they cross their fingers and hope we will behave and make it to them?
Do they slip reminder notes saying, “Make our mommy a double rainbow today” into the pockets of dispatched angels? Our guardian angels, our warring angels, speaking peace and carrying God’s love in their hands?
Do the children run to the table to dine with the Master…eating all their fruits and veggies…with no complaints?
Am I the only one that wonders these things? Comment if you’d like of what you imagine will be in heaven.