Heaven will be perfect.
That means there will be no sickness in Heaven.
That means I won't ever get sick---not ever again.
I'll always be well. Forever. Eternal well-ness.
No sniffles, no cough.
No head-ache, ear-ache, or any kind of ache at all.
Just peace, joy, and well-ness.
And Jesus.
And sunshine.
(There's gotta be sunshine.)
... and apple pie.
(Apple pie is definitely heavenly.)
Heaven, you are in my thoughts.
hhhhhhmmmmmm... well I hope you feel better soon. It would be sad if you went to heaven now, well not for you but for the rest of us. You should probably stick around for a while, right Ellie?
ReplyDeleteOh, fine. It's a deal. :)
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