A Dream That Never Ends
“It was a place he used to play and be happy in; quite secret, no one knew he was there; and safe, because he had everything his own way; pleasant, because there were no unhappy endings. In the real world just about everything had an unhappy ending or tripped him up somehow, but there, there were no endings at all-dreams don’t end-one piles on another-dreams just drift, like a picture or a view with mist over it, and then, in the mist, another picture taking shape-always one putting the other out-never an end.”
My Friend Flicka by Mary O’Hara
Hope. We have a hope that extends beyond this world. It’s a dream that won’t end.
“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making everything new!” Then he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.” He said to me: “It is done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. To him who is thirsty I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son….”
My boys paint vivid pictures of what Heaven will be like. And I remind them of
1 Corinthians 2:9 NIV
However, as it is written:
“What no eye has seen,
what no ear has heard,
and what no human mind has conceived”[a]—
the things God has prepared for those who love him—”
