Yesterday marked one year since Jared died. It's funny how we think of a year as 365 days... or five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes. What does one year feel like in heaven? Time is such a weird concept. I am so structured around it, that the thought of not having it blows my mind. No, literally, if I think about it too hard, I'm pretty sure I would get a headache. I suppose that's the beauty of it. I wonder what it must be like to worship Jesus. I wonder what music sounds like in Heaven. I think everyone probably sings on key and harmonizes without fault. The drummer is always on beat and the pianist never misses a note. When I think about not seeing Jareba for the rest of my life, it makes my heart ache. However, something tells me that by the time we get to heaven, it'll be like we've never been apart. My tears are only a selfish desire to have my friend again, for he is dancing with Jesus!
Alive in Christ.
