Head in the Clouds

I remember when my mother used to say, "Julia Katherine Meyer, get your head out of the clouds!"  She was right.  I was a dreamer.  I was always daydreaming.  It was a habit that came from escaping the reality of what should not be for a child, the harshness of abuse.  Then even when I was not in that situation, it was a hard habit to break.  Lately, I find myself with my head in the clouds again.  Not because my circumstances are bleak, although I look around me, and my heart breaks for those who are suffering, for just the state of the world in the light of the Boston Marathon bombings. That hate and that sorrow that has come from lives lost and people injured.  It is simply horrendous.  So my head goes to the clouds, and I find myself thinking more and more of Heaven.  Is that natural?  I just wonder all the time.  I have my glimpses from scriptures that tell us what Heaven will be like.  I wonder what it will be like to dance before my Savior at last. Finally to see the one who has held me for so long, and  to at last, be able to hold Him.  I wonder what it will be like to stand beside my mother and Sati's departed wife and the many saints who have gone on before me, and with them to sing praise to the Lamb, the One who has brought us all to this place.  I wonder; I wonder; I wonder...  And sometimes, I want the Lord to come...today...quickly...But there are so many who are lost.  There are so many who don't know.  So many who don't even know how to put their heads in the clouds.  I wonder and stand in amazement.  So one more day...one more step on this journey, but may I take my heads out of the clouds long enough to show the love of Jesus and to heal the hurt around me.