Straight to True North

Never Better – We’ll see you again Bob Potter

My heart is full of thoughts waiting to burst out.

“Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place were I am going.”

Thomas said to him, “Lord, we don’t know where you are going, so how can we know the way?”

Jesus answered, ” I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” – John 14:1-6

What is a home? It could be really fancy house, full of nice things that you are only supposed to look at, and furniture you are to barely sit on. I don’t have anything against having nice things, or large spacious rooms (especially since I dream about replacing our Goodwill-special couch, and having room to walk around baby stuff without stubbing my toes). But a home, to me, is somewhere you can rest at ease, and be with the people you want to be with the most, regardless of the house size or the things within.

I sometimes find myself wondering what my home in heaven will be like. I imagine details of the dwelling place that Jesus is preparing for me. I imagine what my new neck will feel like, and the yummy food I’ll get to eat with my new guts. I look forward to my new body that will finally be pain-free!

But those muses don’t excite me nearly as much as the thought of getting to be with the Person I love most! To actually get to be with Jesus! To see Him and talk to Him face to face! I don’t know what I’d even say except, “Thank you for all you’ve done for me!” I want to see His eyes. To see the love in His eyes, and to look on Him with love from my heart. I want to hug Him and feel His arms hold me back.

Another thing that excites me about going home is the people I’ll get to see again. My brothers and sisters in God’s family.

I especially think of Bob Potter today, as we just went to his memorial service. Bob was the nursery pastor at our church, and David and I got to meet him through the parenting class he hosted last May. We only got to see him those four short weeks, and yet he impacted our lives significantly! He encouraged us to seek to be the best parent God has in mind for us, rather than trying to be perfect. His passion for Jesus was such an inspiration! Tracy told me he really meant it whenever someone asked how he was doing, to which he’d respond, “Never better!”

I look forward to getting to know Bob better once I get to heaven, where he is, as in the words of his daughter, truly never better.