A Lifetime of Love

Today is officially “Go-Up-To-Heaven Day”, coined by Th himself. Let me explain. . . In the van on the way to preschool, Th asked how old you had to be to go to Heaven. I explained that God doesn’t have a set age; He’ll take people whenever He’s ready. He then asked how old Annabelle was (she was my grandfather’s wife- she passed away last March and is the only person Th knows on a personal basis who has died). I told him, and before ending the conversation, I said we never know when God is going to bring someone home to Heaven. It could be today, or next week, or in a very long time. That’s when he said the aforementioned phrase. I think it’s awesome that his mind comprehends such abstract concepts. I can truthfully say at 4 years old I did not have an understanding of God, Heaven, or Hell. God really was a mystery until I got saved at almost 19. Sure, I believed in God, or I should say I believed there was a God, but I did not understand true salvation until after joining the Air For...