Sunday, April 17, 2011

Possible Scenarios for Heaven



Years ago, I read a blog post that touched me deeply. It was entitled “Possible Scenarios for Heaven” and it was and is one of the most beautiful things I have ever read. All these years later, I still remember it and think about it occasionally which is weird because I don’t even remember how I ended up on that blog.

In the past seven days, Mr. Sweetie lost his auntie, Birdie lost her mother, and my family observed the 20th anniversary of my beautiful little cousin’s accidental death at age 19. It’s been a hard week. So in honor and memory of Janie and Betty Jean and Kelley, here are my own personal possible scenarios for heaven:
  • You wake up every day to the smell of coffee and bacon, and warm peach cobbler with homemade vanilla ice cream is considered an acceptable substitute for breakfast.
  •  Your front porch has a sweeping view of snow-capped mountains. Your back door opens onto the beach.
  • Baseball season lasts all year long, and you have season tickets right behind home plate for your favorite team, the Universal All-time All-stars. Your hot dog never grows cold, your beer never grows warm, and you catch a foul ball at every game.
  • Every day right after lunch, you sit at God’s feet while he brushes your hair and tells you how special you are. Then he gives you a hug and insists that you take a nap.
  • There is an enormous library in which every book you pick up is the best book you ever read. Included in this library are the answers to all the mysteries of the universe, no matter how big or how small, including whether Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone, whether Big Foot and the Loch Ness Monster exist, whether there is intelligent life on other planets, and where the missing socks go when you do laundry.
  • Heaven is a giant craft store that carries only your favorite colors of paints, yarns, beads, and other supplies, so that you don’t even have to look at the icky colors. You can effortlessly learn any art or craft that you like, and every project turns out exactly as you pictured it in your head.
  • It is always strawberry season.
  • You sleep at night on a screened in porch under a blanket soft and faded with age. Fireflies twinkle in the darkness until a gentle rain starts to fall on the tin roof overhead. From inside the house, you can hear a radio, softly playing Patsy Cline singing “Crazy.”

4 comments:

JemJam said...

I love this post, Sweetie! I don't love why you have to do it, though :(.

I bet Betty Jean is picking out some embroidery thread in her craft store right now.

I hope that you are doing well with all of this.

Heather said...

Oh how I love your scenario's! Really, I do!

Thank you for your post!

May peace invade your soul as you go through this difficult time. (And Birdie's too!)

Zen Mama said...

I love the idea of God brushing my hair and letting me nap after lunch, though I picture her as a woman and I won't scream like my daughters do when I brush their hair.

And I love all of the other ideas that come out of your head because I love you.

I am sorry I offended you. I don't want to lose you now or ever.

Medeah said...

The thought of sitting at my Heavenly Father's feet while he brushes my hair brings tears to my eyes. Why haven't I allowed myself to think this way? This is amazing. Wow. The craft store part is pretty cool too. I am now going to make up my own scenarios. Thank you for the nudge to think a little differently.