>Sex and Motherhood, My Mom and Heaven

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I used to think my mom was a bit crazy and I didn’t quite ‘get’ her. She continually verbalized her hope that Jesus would come soon so she could go to heaven.

I would think, “I don’t want Jesus to come until after I have the chance to experience sex.” Then I didn’t want Him to come until I had a baby and experienced motherhood. There was always something to look forward to. Life was too fun to think of moving on to eternity quite yet.

I’ve changed now. The older I get the more appealing heaven sounds. Life is not as exciting as it used to be. There are hurts, disappointments, fears, worries and way too much stress.

Chris Tiegreen said, “This world is my passage, not my portion.” That is a comforting statement to keep in mind. I am glad I got to experience sex and motherhood and all that comes with life on earth but I am more and more grateful that there is more than this. One day we will spend an eternity praising God. And there will be no more pain, sorrow, death or sickness. Just an eternity of joy and Jesus.

I don’t know what will happen in heaven. I hope there are animals and butterscotch cream pies. I hope there is an ocean full of waves and trails through the mountains to run on. I do know I will not worry about my children. My friends will not be dying of cancer. I won’t have to clean my house and I won’t get my feelings hurt.

I understand my mother a lot better now.

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About shandaoakley

I am a MK and have lived most of my life in Thirld World Countries. This greatly influences how I think, speak and write. I love my husband of 25 years and my three kids, ages 18, 21 and 21. We recently moved to Southern California and have set up life back in the US. I love my home, friends, animals, teaching and mostly Jesus! I believe life is a choice so I choose joy!
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5 Responses to >Sex and Motherhood, My Mom and Heaven

  1. Jackie Sill says:

    >I would take heaven in a heartbeat. I had to come to terms with the truth that it is more satisfying than the best life lived on earth; or I would have had to believe that my daughter who lived a short life was cheated. It was a journey getting to that belief in my heart and not just in my mind…but honestly I would take heaven over anything yet to come!

  2. Debbie says:

    >What a heartfelt post this was! This truly isn't our real home. We're just passing through on our way to heaven. I remember my mother sitting in my car. She turned to me and told me she was ready to die. I looked at her in shock and told her that I wasn't ready for her to die. She died less than one year later! However, she had suffered for years with chronic pain and was so weary. I'm so thankful that she is out of pain and I cannot wait for a reunion with her in heaven.Thank you for stopping by Heart Choices. You have a wonderful blog.Blessings and love,Debbie

  3. >I'm ready too! The harder life gets (it's been hard!) the uglier society gets (seem it's getting uglier by the day) and the more suffering increases (need I say more?)…all these things make me ever more ready to say come, Lord Jesus, come! Until that day, I just keep reminding myself that I am not of this world, which is why it is hard for me to be in this world. Love you girl!

  4. Cindy says:

    >Wow… I understand too…

  5. melrosie22 says:

    >This is so true!!!!!!!!!!! Once my dad passed away heaven was more real to me than ever before…I dream of what its like and who will greet me when I enter!!! We are so blessed as Christians to know this life full of hurt and anxiety is but a flash:) xoxo

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