As Matt drove me home last night, we headed north on the 5 to the 110. Two thoughts struck me: one, that all these highway numbers as multiples of five do not bode well for my ability to successfully navigate LA, and two, "Gosh, are all these for me?" We saw hundreds (nope, not exaggerating) of phenomenal, expansive, over-the-top fireworks displays. I felt like I was floating in the center of a fishbowl, and all around us, both near and far, burst thousands of lights silently singing their welcome.
It was a goosebump moment, only the most recent in an avalanche.
There's something of a fireworks display going on in my mind right now. No sooner do I register an "Oooh, ahhh" moment, than another memory flashes in to replace it. I feel as if I look too closely at one image, I'll miss the next one ... and the next, and the next. They're all bringing tears.
For now, all I can say for certain is this: my heart is full to bustin'. If God gives me one more blessing, even a tiny one, I will have to acknowledge, once and for all, that heaven is not someday. It is now.
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