Calling Heaven

Have you ever wished you could make a phone call to heaven? I do every once in awhile. Today is one of those days. Yes, I have plenty of things to ask Jesus when I get to heaven. These phone calls I want to make are for people who have gone before me.

I lost one of my best friends when we were barely 19. I lost the last of my grandparents before I was 31. I have lots of questions for these 5 amazing people as well as things I want to tell them.

I want to ask my Grandma D. how to make her banana split dessert. I want to go for one more root beer with her. I want to tell her all about my classroom and my students. I want to tell her I have lily of the valley planted in her memory. I want to ask Grandpa D. to explain some more scripture to me. I want to hear him say one more time, "You can turn now. There's only two ambulances, three fire trucks and a helicopter coming." I want to tell him I'm reading the Bible more and more every day. I want to tell him I refuse to take his nativity scene down now.

I want to ask my Grandma H. for teaching ideas. I want her to tell me abut teaching "back in the day" and tell her about my experiences. I want to make play dough with her one more time. I want my Grandpa H. To walk me through his farm fields one more time.

I want to go see a movie with Anne. I want to try on every pair of sunglasses on the rack at the store. I want to skip through the aisles of the grocery store with her. I want to introduce her to my husband and kids. I want to have pizza and ice cream with her, I want to laugh until we cry.

Most of all, I want them ask to tell me what heaven is like. But, there is no phone in heaven. So I'll keep living my life to be worthy of heaven when I die. Then I'll find out for myself...and give 5 amazing people the decades' worth of hugs I've missed giving them. I miss you, Grandma and Grandpa D, Grandma and Grandpa H, and Anne. I love you all!