heaven is...

My dad took me to work with him one time when he was in the army. I still wasn’t exactly clear what soldiers did even though I would see him come and go every day. I remember that there were a lot of helicopters there. I studied them and they seemed so big and scary. I was fascinated with how they possibly could fly being so big and heavy. My dad walked over and interrupted my reverie and said, “you want go up in one?” I can’t recall for sure but I think I might have squealed like a girl. The ground effortlessly floated away beneath me. I looked down at the place where I lived and it seemed so small now. I got it. I understood the pattern. I could see where the roads went, buildings and houses and understood there was a design here. Maybe this is how God sees things. He sees the big picture from up above and lets the little things handle themselves. Maybe there is this great big design of how things are supposed to work together like a jigsaw puzzle. I looked over at my dad. He had the faintest hint of a smile. He doesn’t really smile too much. He seemed to be lost in some really deep thoughts. I really wished that we could stay up here forever. I thought it would be nice to be able to fly just over the treetops and look down on the world below. Maybe that was what he was thinking about right now. Maybe this is what heaven is like…