Heaven Is Like Australia

Tonight as I was sitting in the glider rocker in my three-year-old's bedroom, waiting for her to fall asleep, I began thinking about my mother and my brother. My mother passed away about four and a half years ago, while my brother passed on about two and a half years ago.

I miss them, yes...especially when I'd like to ask my mother if she remembers what she did when potty training us kids! And sometimes I cry missing them, depending on how tired and weepy I feel to begin with. But I can't say that I "grieved" for them like most people think about grieving.

Don't think I'm heartless. You see, it's just like they're in Australia.

This is the best description I have heard about having loved ones in heaven....

Imagine it's the 1700s and your loved ones are setting sail by ship across the world from England (or America, in this case!) to Australia. There are no phones, no email, not even snail mail! You may never see them again. You wave, and the ship sails out with the tide.

But you know what? You know they're alive. They're busy doing work, eating, resting, having a good time. You don't mourn them. You just can't talk to them. It's like they're in another world from yours; they're in Australia!

So my mother and brother are in heaven. They're busy doing work, eating, resting, having a good time. I just can't talk to them. They're in another world, after all. But they're alive. And in this case, I'll see them again and find out what they've been doing all the while!

Heaven is, after all, just like Australia.

Till next time,
Jeanette