A Lot I Don’t Know

 There’s a lot about heaven I don’t know.  But I start with Peace and Love because those I do know.  But heaven is a lot more than this.  It’s just that I don’t know the rest of it.  So, I begin from what I do know.  It’s just that there is a lot more to it.  We can imagine heaven and we can make it anything we wish.  I can speculate about the rest, but so can you.  Speculations are all we have.  I know Angels exist.  I know a little about what they do, but my knowledge of Angels is limited.  

I know of their Peace and Love.  I know about God’s grace.  I know forgiveness.  But I just can’t say what heaven is like.  I know a bit about the feelings Angels give.  There are things I do know, but my knowledge is limited.  I know my Angels didn’t make me perfect.  They made me a better person.  Without them I can’t only guess.  I might not be here today.  This post might not be written.  In fact, I just don’t know what my life would have been without them.  Your guess is as good as mine.

All I know is that my life would have been different, if indeed I were still alive.  But my guess is that Satan would have owned me.  That is a best guess.  And if he had succeeded, I can only guess at what would have been.  But there is no guessing about right now.  I know what is now.  And Satan can’t touch me although he tries.  He still wants to own me.  But he can’t have me.  This much I do know.  He is my mortal enemy unto death.  

Death has yet to win and in my thinking it never will.  But I won’t get into all that.  I don’t know what he might do next to this old body, yet, I’m still here.  But only by the grace of God I am.  This is my Spirituality speaking now, because I’m forever thankful.  In fact, I have a lot for which I am thankful.  I am thankful for the new and not the old.  The old still remembers.  But it’s what the new remembers now.  The new will never forget.  

I know only of what could have been.  I can only imagine what could have been.  I was literally saved by Angels.  But for years I never spoke of it.  Only recently have I been able to do this the way I’m doing now.  Smoking a pipe helps me remember the new.  It’s been less than half my life.  So, it is all relatively fresh.  My pipe this morning is my Peterson System pipe and my tobacco is Haunted Bookshop.  My coffee this morning is Bella Maria.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave


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