Tonight I have been busy – not much time to spend in front of the computer. Worship practice and then coffee with a friend and a good long chat.
I have been reading Blue Like Jazz again – I picked up a few copies so I could give some away. As the book opens Donald Millar says in his first paragraph;
“I am early in my story, but I believe I will stretch out into eternity, and in heaven I will reflect upon these early days, these days when it seemed God was down a dirt road, walking toward me. Years ago he was a swinging speck in the distance; now He is close enough I can hear His singing. Soon I will see the lines on His face.”
It just occured to me that “close enough to hear His singing” is already a sweet place to be. And as He gets closer how much better it will become still.
Maybe friendship and a good chat is a small preview of heaven too.