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Heavenly Minded

The conversations around our house have drastically changed since Molly went to heaven.

“What is heaven like? What are they doing in heaven? Do you think there are cockroaches in heaven?”
Never before was my mind so heavenly minded. Singing hymns about heaven and hearing the trumpet blow immediately send tears down my cheeks. I was never like this before. Of course, I felt emotion when singing, but now, it’s so much more real to me.
It extends so much further than this, however. It has spread to my entire family, including the girls. They constantly talk about heaven. How they can not wait to see all that Molly is enjoying. How they wish to be there now with her.
Clara constantly wants to send things to Molly. From artwork, to pancakes, she is always on her mind.
What a blessed gift we have received from our Lord. Not only the hope of heaven, but the constant placement of heaven in our hearts.  I of course long to run into the arms of my Savior and bask in His love and grace for eternity, but I would be lying if I didn’t say that these days, I am just as excited to run up to Molly and give her a hug.
When we look back at all she endured and the suffering that she had to go through, I feel somewhat guilty that she had to face that so that I could freely enjoy these amazing lessons. But I remind myself that God has a plan for every soul and I can imagine Molly telling me that she was so happy to serve Jesus however He decided.

So as I go about my day, my head may be in the clouds, but I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad place to be.

Posted October 19, 2015

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