I have always known heaven was up there and that it is our forever home. A home free of pain and suffering, a home filled with joy, a home filled with peace, a home spent worshiping our Lord and Savior. Now that is a place I want to call home! I find myself thinking of heaven quite often these days because I know Asher is whole and complete up there loving life. So often when I am driving in the car, I find myself looking up at the sky wondering what is going on up there and what my little boy is up to. I want him to be here with us more than anything, but if he has to be somewhere away from us, there is no better place than to be playing trucks in heaven with our Father.
Sam and I created Asher, he is our child. I carried him in my belly for 9 beautiful months. Part of me and part of Sam and even part of Micah is up there in heaven. I feel like I have a personal connection with heaven and maybe that's why I think of it so often. I'm not sure what it is, but regardless I am thankful for the change of mindset that Asher has brought on. Instead of worrying about petty stuff, it seems more fitting to smile and say it's all going to be okay. None of that stuff matters, money is just money and we can't take it with us. Worrying is not going to make anything better. Planning is silly because we all know what happens when we plan things. I have so much more of an eternal mindset than I ever did before. This place is not my home, we are just passing through.