There are days where I so badly long to see the face of God. Sometimes, I sit and wonder, about how beautiful He must be, and I try to imagine the amount of glory that we will experience when we finally go to heaven. I wonder what I’ll do when I finally see Him face to face, will I hug Him and promise to never let Him go? Will I worship Him there and then or will I be too amazed to say or do anything.

And when I think about seeing His face for the first time, seeing the love in His eyes, anything, absolutely anything that I go through on earth is worth that. 

So this is my strength when temptation comes, this is my faith when trouble comes, this is my anchor when the storm comes. 

That no matter what, there will be a day, when I will see my Love and He will embrace me, and every bad thing that has happened, will be…forgotten.

I thought the worst part about going to hell was being in an unending pit of flames for all eternity. But as I’ve grown to know the Lord, grown to yearn daily for His presence and His closeness, I find myself saying, “Lord, the worst part of hell, is being away from you, the worst part is crying and weeping and not having You there to hold me, the worst part of hell is enduring torture and not having You there to defend me, the worst part of hell is never getting to see Your beautiful face. Ever. That’s hell to me Lord. And I don’t ever want to go there.”