WHEN I GET TO HEAVEN
Today's reading: Leviticus 14, Mark 1:40-2:12, Psalm 40:1-8

"Four men arrived carrying a paralyzed man on a mat. They couldn't get to Jesus through the crowd, so they dug through the clay roof above his head. Then they lowered the sick man on his mat, right down in front of Jesus." Mark 2:3-4 NLT

When I get to heaven, I don't want to be found in pristine condition.

I don't want my 'church clothes on', my hair perfectly fixed or my make-up in proper order. A proper manicure isn't necessary and neither is a pair of cute shoes.

I want to be a mess. A working mess.

Grubby, sweaty, dirt under my nails and the muscles in my arms flexed from having spent a life carrying people to Jesus. Knees calloused and worn from time spent in prayer. Hands blistered and worn from serving. A heart continually broken for those who don't know my Jesus--yet.

That's what I want.

I want to arrive face-to-face with God, worn out from doing all I could for Him and for those He placed in my world.