I don’t know what heaven will be like. I can’t fathom its glory, dimension, beauty. The only way I can access it is through Jesus, and my faith in Him. But I hope, and try to imagine, failing to imagine, but believing. I do count that it is a real place, one of eternity, and worth the cost, to be there forever worshipping my King. I cannot wait for the rest that is awaiting me there. So, I hold on today, persevering. Waiting. Dreaming. Hoping. My head focused on the work my Lord has given me to do this humble day. Hoping that one day I will finally be Home.