I Can Only Imagine

This is one of the most wonderful and horrible parts of having a active imagination. Within you're mind you can travel to places that you can never go, places that never even existed. As much as you love your imaginings, you wish that they would just come true. That you could really go to these wonderful places you imagine. It's as if those places are more real then anything place in your real life, and yet, they're untouchable, and unreal. And you want to there so badly...you're homesick for a place you've never really been. The beauty in the real world, only seems to remind you that there is something even more beautiful and better somewhere. This world is like a shadow of what the real thing is. The shadow is nothing in comparison to the real thing, but you can still see a little of the beauty because of it.

"It has always seemed to me, ever since early childhood, amid all the commonplaces of life, I was very near to a kingdom of ideal beauty. Between it and me hung only a thin veil. I could never draw it quite aside, but sometimes a wind fluttered it and I caught a glimpse of the enchanting realms beyond-only a glimpse-but those glimpses have always made life worthwhile." 
~ Anne Shirley

Oh, Anne. Such a wonderful way of putting everything. Though all of it causes such a aching for something that is unattainable, it's one of the things that makes life worth living.

It is so beautiful that it hurts.

I'm afraid I have a bad case of Hiraeth. I'm far to apt to detach myself from reality. I love to lose myself in the magic of a good book, the beauty of a sunset, the stirrings a song causes inside of me, letting my imagination run wild, laying in the grass... and those are just a few. But they all end in the same thing: I want to live in a whole new world. A world where everything is beautiful, and wonderful, and peaceful. A place where all we do is learn new things, fun things, where everything is revolving around what is good, and true, and beautiful. A place where there is no more war, crying, sorrow...

In short, what I'm saying is that I want to live in Heaven.

Don't you ever wonder what Heaven is going to be like? The world seems to tell us that it's going to be really boring: sitting around in white robes, playing harps, and floating around in a well lighted room.
Where on earth did we get THAT idea?? I don't think that Heaven is going to be like that at all. Heaven sure isn't going to be boring. I mean, that kind of heaven might be okay -- for like an hour, maybe.

Don't misunderstand me. I'm no expert on what Heaven is going to be like. Actually, I'm probably one of the least knowledgeable people you could ask. But I'm 100% sure that it's not going to be boring.
Think of how many people are going to be there!! I mean, woah. Think of all those bible characters that you've read about for so long. Think about actually meeting them, and talking to them, and figuring out things that you never even knew you wanted to know! Imagine the conversations you could have!

I think I love theological discussions now, I can't WAIT until I can have some seriously epic conversations with some of the greatest people who walked the earth!

Not to mention Jesus.
I'm not sure exactly what I'm expecting. I live with the Holy Spirit inside of me, so it's not like I'll really be meeting God for the first time... it's just, wow. I don't think I'll be able to say a single word.
MercyMe pretty much sums up my feelings toward this meeting, in his song "I Can Only Imagine".

Excuse me while I go and crumple into a little ball and weep from the sheer awesomeness of it all (and I mean *real* AWEsomeness). Can you imagine?! My oh my. I can only imagine.
There is so much to look forward to, so much I can try to imagine, but will never really understand. I yearn for a place that I will arrive at someday, though I have no idea when. I yearn for a place where there are so many people all praising God, that I don't think I'll be able to handle it. I'm affected by things so easily, and it'll be the most glorious sight ever to be seen.

I have the opposite of Hiraeth. I have nostalgia for a place that I someday will be, a place that is attainable, a place that I can't wait to be.

Well, that made me cry.

You've just witnessed another musing from Bekah :).
Over and out peeps!
~Bekah

P.s. I didn't really know where this post was going when I started writing... it just sorta came out this way. I love when that happens: you just write, and something beautiful comes out <3