I love to travel. Being raised an army brat I was privileged to travel to some interesting places as a child – Germany, Switzerland, Taiwan as well as numerous states in the US. As an adult I’ve added to that list – Nepal, Singapore, Canada. I have a longer ‘wish list’ of places I would love to venture – New Zealand, the Caribbean, Greece, Italy, and my longtime dream of going to Paris and traveling down the southern coast of France.

The likelihood of me seeing some of those far-off places is pretty slim, I admit. But there is one destination that I know I will arrive at – and it will be far more wonderful than anything I’ve seen, or could ever see, on this earth. Heaven is so far beyond anything I could imagine (1 Cor. 2:9 tells us that ‘No one has ever seen this, and no one has ever heard about it. No one has ever imagined what God has prepared for those who love Him.’) So I have the dreams of this world, and the certainty of the next.

The other day I received one of those humorous emails, a tongue-in-cheek making fun of our health-conscious society which said, in part:

“Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body but rather to skid in sideways – Chardonay in one hand – chocolate in the other – body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming, ‘WOO-HOO! What a Ride!’”

And it struck me that I’d like to arrive in Heaven that way (perhaps without the Chardonay!) I want to be ‘thoroughly used up’ – not from self-indulgent pleasures, but my life poured out as an offering to God, having run the race full bore, knowing I had given everything I had – for Him.

So I could say with the Apostle Paul, “For I am already poured out as a drink offering and the time of my departure is at hand.” (2 Tim 4:6)

All for Him,
Missy