I can’t say I know where I’m going with this story, I just walked outside to our hammock, layed down, and wondered, are there hammocks in heaven?

It’s a perfect day. It’s 10 a.m. There’s a slight breeze, and the sunshine is perfectly marvelous. Yes, I’m in my underwear and wearing a t-shirt. We can do this where we live. We only have Google Earth to spy on us. You don’t need to know more about that. My life in the hammock is about more than the view and what im wearing.. It’s the whole of it. The sun, the birds singing, the breeze, the peace and contemplation. I just lie here and rock with the breeze until it’s too hot. 

Jackie, my love, just brought me a “leftover scramble.” It’s when she cleans out the old veggies and combines them with eggs and cream cheese for a delicious breakfast. I can truly say, “I have it soooo good!”

I suppose the whole of it is why I asked myself the question,  “Are there hammocks in heaven?”  Is heaven a peaceful place like this? I suppose so. We are made in Christ’s image. I assume he enjoyed hammocks and gardens, sunshine, and gentle breezes.  What’s pleasing to our senses is universally accepted. Programmed into our existence with purpose. Eternal things are likely the same. Do you hear that bird chirping?  The river below me flowing over the rocks? Look at that flower next to my hammock. The color in the foliage. How about that snow on the mountains?

Yes, a bug lands on me occasionally. One of those popping bugs landed next to me. It is the kind that is hinged, and when they get turned upside down, they snap and pop up into the air, hoping to scare off a predator or just to upright themselves. And there are these little bee like creatures. They never bite, I think they’re just curious? They kinda looked like space creatures. Maybe God is telling me , “The hammocks in heaven don’t have pesky bugs,” just you wait!

Jackie said,”Mr and Mrs Robin have their mouths full of bugs and worms to feed their babies.” There is purpose in everything, right! So, imagine the raven right now. One just flew over me. Maybe it was hoping I was carrion, decaying old flesh? I suppose this one has never seen a 67-year-old human old in his underwear? I can’t say I’m fat anymore if that was the attraction because I’ve just reached my wedding weight! But still, I’d be a feast for the ravens.

Oh well, I suppose for some of you, this is, “Too much information.”  But I hope you enjoyed my story. Now, I need to enjoy this moment a little more before the curse of work resumes its worldly foothold. I hope you are likewise enjoying the day. If not, get a hammock!