When time ends and we are caught away into the glories of Heaven, eternity shall blossom. After all these millennia that man has waited, it now becomes something so surreal to know that our time here in this realm will soon come to an end. Fear mingled with hope and an heavenly realization that we are finally indeed nearly in His presence! To know, that which we have hoped for is nearly upon us, is something barely to be apprehended after all this time. And when I hear that trumpet blast I'll be looking for someone to pinch me, to prove that I am awake to our new reality. The feeling of fantasy and faith combing seems fantazmagorical! As like for a child when Christmas morning has arrived. Or the moment that both man and wife exchange their vows, culminating in the words "I do". The elation and joy that bursts through the floodgates of anticipation when the child is finally born. And yet to say the Rapture is at the very door, as we cross that threshold into glory no joy could compare! Be still my beating heart that I might hear the fullness of the blasting trumpet! TR TR love your new word “fantazmagorical”. I agree — it feels surreal to know and feel that we truly are about to be raptured. :yahoo: :flyup: :prayer-hands: Looking forward to the RITAN group hug and all the heavenly kisses! TR
