What Will Heaven Look Like?

I’ve been thinking about heaven a whole lot lately. Probably because people I love reside there now. I try to imagine it. I try so hard in my own grief to imagine what heaven really looks like. When I think of heaven, I see it in the way the sun kisses the water in a beautiful sunset. I see heaven when rays of light shine through the clouds. I see heaven in the goodness of people.

I’m thankful for these moments in time where God allows me to see just a glimpse, but I’ve never actually seen this place. I can’t even really fathom it.

What will it really look like? Who will I see first when I enter the gates? Will it be Jesus?

I wonder so many things.

I wonder what it’s gonna be like when I leave this body and take residence in the body I’ll have for eternity. I imagine my spirit flying somewhere up there free and without pain, anxiety, or worries.

I wonder about God’s throne. What will it look like? Will I be rendered speechless?

I bet so.

Will I be able to visually see the nail scars in Jesus? Will it bring me to my knees? Or strait to tears? Think he’ll let me hug him really tight?

Will I see my Uncle Sam? Grandma and Grandpa George? Stephen? Charlie? Nub? And everyone else I’ve lost in this life.

I honestly can’t wait to worship for eternity. It brings me to tears just thinking about it. That’s probably what I look forward to most. Worship. And just being with Jesus.

My thoughts seem to be everywhere when I imagine heaven, but in all this random thinking, I’ve come to the realization that every day we die just a little bit.

We die just a little bit in the temporary body we find ourselves in because it’s just a shell, a temporary home for a spirit that’s meant to roam in heavenly places. A spirit that longs for home .. a home that’s not here. We long for heaven because we were meant for it. We’re only travelers here, not permanent residents, and the people we love who have died have only changed where they reside. That gives me hope. (Thank you for that one, grandma). ❤️

I’ve also come to realize that our “ending” here on earth is just our beginning for eternity. Death doesn’t win. It doesn’t have the final say. Jesus won that victory when He rose from the grave all those years ago, and that gives me hope when I long to hug the people I’ve lost. Scripture says, “since we’ve been united with Him in His death, through faith, we will also be raised to life as He was.” Romans 6:5.

Imagine it. Soak it in.

The grave doesn’t win.

And how lucky are we that the grave doesn’t get to keep us? How lucky are our loved ones who’ve made it home already? The grave may be where our physical bodies lie for now, but our heavenly bodies are praising for eternity, and friends I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait.

So, here’s a little food for thought for us all.

Where’s your heart today, dear friends? Are you ready if He calls you home? Are you ready for heaven? To see what it looks like? Are you feeding your spirit? Or starving it from light? Are you bringing love to those around you? Or spreading hate like wild fire? Are you reading the word? Are you ready? Are you ready to see what heaven looks like?

Xo,

Hannah