After the services on Tuesday we went back to Granny and Grandpa’s house. The old pingpong table was piled up with sandwich making. Then cleared so we could play. Everyone sat talking. Laughing. New babies were passed around (not alway sure they were ready be held by another cousin!). The kids hit the wiffle ball in the back, then came inside to warm up with ancient N64 Smash Bros.

Megan mentioned that one thing she loved about Granny’s house is that it never changed. Same tables and couches. Wood paneling living room. Kids fighting over the bean bag stuffed with actual beans. The smell of coffee in the air – Granny’s coffee drinking puts mine to shame!

Watching the girls hit the ping pong ball back and forth, I realized, I may never be here again… The house will be sold. Already out of state family had a U-haul…

This place is so comfortable. Warm. Full of hugs and laughter. Whoever arrived, belonged. I will miss it terribly.

Jesus opened wide the gates of heaven and prepared a place for us. I suspect walking into Granny’s is a taste of that experience. There we will finally know what it means to be home. We will be embraced by our Creator’s acceptance. I am glad Granny knows this truth. That she was hugged by Love and, I hope, given a cup of coffee.

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This Sunday we continue Ascending Revelation. The message will focus on how God brings salvation even during the Great Tribulation (Revelation 7 and 11). I hope you will join us at 10:30 in person or streaming on Facebook and Youtube.

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