The more I look to you, my God, the dimmer this world becomes. The more I strain to be with you, the foggier this world and all its busyness seems. As I travel toward you, earth fades and heaven grows more in focus.  Life here becomes less important and all that heaven holds grows in magnitude. Each step I take draws me closer to you. Each path I take is smoother. Each breath is sweeter. And my view of home becomes clearer day by day.

Lord, I slandered someone the other day. I told something about that person that did not need repeating. I wanted to look as though I had the inside scoop on someone important and wanted the others to envy me. How egotistical. Forgive me please and help me keep things to myself.

I love you, God. And I fear you.  You have the power to save and to turn away.  After all, heaven is your home. You are not obligated to share it with anyone who wants in because they consider themselves “not so bad”. And, well, they pray, but only when they wanted something.  And are bored worshipping you so would be bored in heaven. Such “not so bad” people would turn heaven into another earth.  Thank you for keeping heaven a place of peace, excitement and wonder and never ever to  be bored.