In 100 Years

I am all messed up on which blog to do.  But I think after doing this one, I'll have done them all.

I like to move and go and do and explore and see, so I don't want to live longer than I can do that.  So...

I imagine my celestial life to be something like the ancestors in Mulan.  With a smidge more freedom.  Someone told me once that Heaven is so sublime the colors that color it are so brilliant that we can't even imagine them.  So I want Heavenly me to wander around in awe.  I hope there are waterfalls of color that I can dive into.  I hope the air or surrounding atmosphere or encompasing stuff smells nice, like a spring day or a fall day in alternating excellence, so you never get used to it.  I hope I never get used to anything up there, because familiarity spawns complacency, complacency spawns sloth, and I've never met a satisfied sloth.

I hope the ghost stories are right, and I can romp around down here a bit, too, because, while I plan to do all I can in the next several decades, I won't be able to do it all here.  In 100 years, I'll still be exploring.  Even the places I couldn't while limited by my Earthly body.  Titanic road trip, y'all. 

It's Easter weekend, which 1. means this blog post is late and 2. means that I'm reflecting on the amazing love that my Creator has for me.  And that's pretty cool.  My question of the week while we were at the beach was whether a fella could get a sun tan from the moon if he sat there in front of it his entire life.  In 100 years, I want to get sunburned by the warmth of love in such close proximity.  My mom doesn't want me to backpack Europe until I have some adult male to do it with me.  Talk about a traveling companion!  To get to climb Everest with the one who created Everest?  I cannot imagine a better place to be in 100 years.