I open my eyes and become instantly aware of the sweet fragrance that fills the air. It is the most delicious combination of scents. Honeysuckle and a new baby, fresh from the bath. I inhale deeply and allow my senses to fully absorb the wondrous aroma. It’s then that I realize how comfortable and relaxed my body feels. The temperature is perfect. Not too warm, not too cold – as if it were designed especially for my liking. And my feet – they don’t hurt. Nor does my back. The ground isn’t hard. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced – like walking on pillows.
I feel so at home here, like I’ve always been here. It’s familiar, yet new. I walk toward the most enchanting sounds of music that have ever fallen upon my ears. Music. Yes, I am most certainly home. As I get closer, I hear joyous laughter and notice the smells changing. Freshly baked bread, warm cookies, and something savory. I come upon the expansive feast, ornate in gold, sparkling with magnificence. There are thousands upon thousands of people celebrating together, as a family would. In unison, every head turns toward me and beckons me to join them. They have a seat reserved specifically for me. How did they know I would be here? As I walk to my seat, I realize I know some of these people. My sister. My nephew. Grandparents. Friends. I know where I am. I have crossed over and earned my reward. For a moment I stop breathing. After holding babies for the first time, and relishing sweet reunions, I take my seat. The food. It melts in perfection in my mouth.
The meal is complete, and I am lead down a road that emits a glowing light. I realize at that moment that everything is bright. Not bright so that it hurts my eyes, but a soft brightness that is appealing to my sight. I look around me and see every shade of white and gold imaginable, and beyond. The colors – I’ve never taken in such beauty. Everything has the same glow as the road, like a halo. My attention refocuses on where we are going, and I realize we are going to my home. The mansion that has been prepared for me sits at the top of a hill with the promise of a view I will enjoy for eternity. I cannot wait to open the door and see what’s on the inside. In my forever home. When the door opens, I am not prepared for what I see.
There He is.
Waiting to welcome me home.
I am frozen. Paralyzed. This is the moment I have dreamed of. Here it is, and I don’t know what to do. I begin to run. Without inhibition, I run toward Him. His arms are open wide, ready to embrace me. His smile is wide, warm, genuine, full of love. When I get to Him I fall into His grasp. His strong arms wrap tightly around me, and I’ve never felt so safe, loved. I feel His love radiate through my being. Tears of immense joy spill from my eyes, and stream down my cheeks. He touches my face, and gently wipes the salty water with His hand. I grab His hand, and I see it. The scar. I take His other hand and find its match. I feel the place where the nails drove into His flesh. He takes my hands into His, looks adoringly into my glistening eyes, and says, “For you.” He smiles, and says, “Let’s go!”
Where are we going now?
His excitement is contagious. We move faster and faster as we get closer. We are running, sprinting. We can’t get there fast enough. We come to a stop. And then I know. He is taking me to His Father. My Father. Our Father.
My legs begin to shake, and my strength to stand wavers. He puts His arm around me, and we enter the place that is unexplainable. The majesty. My senses are awakened as never before. I am euphoric. Anticipation builds as we draw close. A few more steps, and we arrive. The throne room is before me. Jesus takes me in, and the most magnificent light fills the expanse of the room. Angels surround and sing praises. I fall to my knees and bow, for there is nothing left to do. Jesus kneels and bows beside me. Together, we lay ourselves at the feet of the King.
After some time, the Lord says, “Well done. Welcome home, my daughter.”
This is my new life. Eternal perfection. Everything and more. Home. Here I will be, waiting for you so I can say,