That must be Pretty Good.

Blah! Talk about living for today!

My knees were shaking, my mind was blank, and I'm really, really glad I prayed like (Ha--I was about to say "prayed like the devil"), like, like--an almost-16 year old who is nervous and scared and uncertain and, and, I'm really glad that He's such a mighty God. Really, really glad.

She talks to angels,

They call her out by name.

She talks to angels,

Says they call her out by her name.

She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket,

She wears a cross around her neck.

Yes, the hair is from a little boy,

And the cross is someone she has not met, not yet.

Says she talks to angels,

Says they all know her name.

Oh yeah, she talks to angels,

Says they call her out by her name.

This is just about the best time I've had in a while--looking up sad lyrics, the dulce strawberry cheesecake lingering in my mouth...

Thinking about angels and if their wings sag in the rain, dreaming about heaven and floating about in a cloud of rapture, wonder, and lethargy.

Can't be sure of how it's going to be

When we walk into the light across the bar

But I'll know you and you'll know me

Out there beyond the stars.

We've seen the secret

things revealed by God,

And we heard what the angels had to say.

Should you go first, or if you follow me,

Will you meet me in Heaven someday?

Living in a mansion on the streets of gold,

At the corner of Grace and Rapture Way,

In sweet ecstasy while the ages roll,

Will you meet me in Heaven someday?

In sweey ecstasy while the ages roll,

Will you meet me in Heaven someday?

I've given much thought to Heaven. Tried to wrap my mind around the enormity of eternity and the impossibility of it all. Every time, I am reminded that I am a human, merely being.

I've tried, so hard, to picture how that first moment will be. Whether the angels will come out and welcome me. If the good places of earth, of all Time, will be in Heaven. Will I be able to sit in Eden and talk with Adam? Find those views in heaven, a hundred times better than I could've found them on earth? And if the people I admired most here, on earth--will they be in Heaven? If I could talk to them, what could I say?

And, more than anything, I wonder what God is like. In His entirety, His fullness.

Well, I don't know if there are harps in heaven,

Or the process for earning your wings.

And I don't know of bright lights at the end of tunnels,

Or any of these things.

But I know to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord,

And from what I know of Him, that must be pretty good.

Oh, I know to be absent from this body is to be present with the Lord,

And from what I know of him, that must be pretty good.

So it must be pretty good.