Suffering on earth makes you long for heaven. I pondered that thought as I woke up in my reclining chair and hobbled to the bathroom to get cleaned up for another day.
I long for the day when I will no longer need a walker to get around or crutches to get up the stairs. I look forward to when I will not need pain killers, blood thinners, vitamins, or allergy meds. Rather than avoid the stairs, I will be able to run up and down all the many flights of stairs in my heavenly mansion.
There will be a day when there will be no more pain, no more aches, no more tears, no more need for physical therapy. I long for the day when I will be transformed, when this frail body puts on immortality.
While I am not ready to leave this life quite yet, my current challenges makes me long for the next one. There will be a day … and it brings great hope.