memory.

i have a new favorite song for the moment. it's called 'you're beautiful' by phil wickham. i know it's my new favorite for now, because since buying it yesterday at 3:12 PM, i've listened to it at least eleven times, made four other people listen to it, and encouraged/commanded that at least two people buy it as well.

there's this one part in the bridge where he sings:

when we arrive at eternity’s shore
where death is just a memory and tears are no more
we’ll enter in as the wedding bells ring
your bride will come together and we’ll sing
you’re beautiful, you're beautiful, you're beautiful

i've always been curious about what it would feel like to be completely eternity minded. as enticing as the idea sounds, it scares me a little bit. i've always thought that if my mind was always focused on eternity, it would kind of be like a kid focusing on what they're going to get next christmas. and they only thought about that gift the whole year.

but why shouldn't i be like a kid when it comes to relating eternity to an awesome christmas present? if a kid knew that without striving to be the best he could be, he would not receive this gift, i'm pretty sure he would be encouraged to be the best he could be.

if my mind was always on eternity - the sweet, sweet gift of God to his children, i would be so ready to conquer all of the inadequacies i'm expected to come with as a human. i would be ready to love others, so ready to give myself up...

regretfully, my mind is not preoccupied with eternity as much as it should be. but i just had a really cool time sitting in my room, listening to that phil wickham song, journal in hand, and all of the sudden i closed my eyes when he sang the part about death being just a memory and tears being no more. i felt something... a deep desire for the unknowns and knowns of eternity.

the thought of there being no more tears sounded very enticing.