I see them differently now. I didn’t realize I was holding them to my standard. Expecting them to be the same as me. I was struggling with the realization that we’re all not the same.
I’ve been a Christian for many years. I was taught the Bible from my earliest days. I’ve always had the desire to be good. I’ve always known of God and his power. I’ve always known his love.
Some of them haven’t.
We all come from different walks of life. Different family issues. Different hurts. Different life experiences. Different regrets. Different brokenness. We each come from a different place in life. Alike but different.
We sit together studying the Bible. Wanting to learn. Wanting to have a closer relationship with the God who created us. With the one who loves us. With the one who gave His Son’s life for us. We want to be like Jesus. That’s why we’re there.
We share our thoughts. Our struggles. Our learnings. We laugh together. We cry together. We love together. We pray together. We realize God has brought us together when we most needed each other. We are thankful.
We are sometimes silly together. We eat pizza together. We play games. We learn fun things about each other. We laugh. We relax. We’re friends.
Sometimes we learn sad things about each other. Sometimes it’s hard things we learn. Life hasn’t always been easy for us. We all carry burdens. We carry each other’s burdens.
We are all soldiers of Christ. Fighting our battles in our daily lives. Learning to be brave warriors of the cross. We wear scars and battle wounds. Some are seen. Some are unseen. Sometimes we struggle to keep the unseen scars hidden. It feels safer that way. No one knows. No one sees.
But when a wound is exposed is when the healing begins. It’s then that the soothing ointment of love and acceptance is spread over that seeping wound. The hurts are shared. The disappointments are relived. The pain is rediscovered. It is then that healing begins. Scarred but healed.
It is a safe place. A place where everyone cares. And listens. No one judges. We don’t all agree on everything. We don’t have to. Our common bond is our need for a Savior. Our strength is our faith in God. Our joy is sharing the journey together.
Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching. ~Hebrews 10:23-25
We’re all walking the path to heaven. Each view. Each bend in the road looks different. Each of us is at a different mile marker. But we’re headed in the same direction. Some will get to the destination sooner. Others will take much longer.
My prayer is that no one gets off the path. My hope is that each one continues to learn and grow as we study God’s word. Heaven is real. Eternity is forever. I want to be with each of these women in heaven. Sharing the rewards God has given to each of us for our faithfulness and commitment to him on this earth.
You see. Our life on earth is our test. For heaven. It’s pass/fail only. Sixty years. Eighty years. Maybe forty-five. The number of years on this earth seems important now. But really. These years are just a blip on the big screen of eternity. Because eternity is forever. Forever. Never ending.
When my time comes, I want to share heaven with these women.