Like Crystal

Fri, 12/06/2013 - 13:35 -- Joyce Long

~by Brenda Weaver

“Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God:

who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth,

who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains…

He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoar frost like ashes,

He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?” Job 147:7,8,16,17.

Freezing rain changed our neighborhood into a place of exquisite beauty. Rain pinged against the windows. Cold air crept beneath the doors. I heard strange crackling sounds occasionally. But I was unaware of the amazing transformation until I stepped outside to walk to my neighbor’s house. Everything was covered in ice. Each branch, each twig, each post, each forgotten, frozen flower stalk was wrapped in a sparkling coat of ice. I stepped onto a crunchy carpet of ice-laced grass and made my way next door, stopping to trace the ice on an apple tree twig with my finger. Rain still fell, but I could hear it clicking into place as it froze on contact. Then quite suddenly all around me every ice-covered surface glistened and glowed gold. The revolving light of a snow plow truck reflected in the ice all around me. Even though I shivered with cold, even though cold rain stung my face, my senses exploded with one quick thought: HEAVEN!

Moments later I returned to my house, found a flashlight, and circled the house to check rain spouting and trees heavy with ice. I had no problem knowing I was still on earth. I realized I would be responsible for any damages this storm might bring, but my thoughts kept turning to heaven. I don’t expect these elements of weather in heaven, nor do I expect to see snow plows, but the ice was so crystal-like I couldn’t help imagining the crystal and glowing gems of heaven. With my imaginations came the sweet peace of knowing loved ones have already experienced a transformation and they wait to explore the crystals of heaven with me when I get there. Later in a warm house I checked my imaginations with scripture:

Revelation 4:6 “And before the throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal…”

Revelation 21:11 “light like unto a stone most precious, even like a jasper stone, clear as crystal…”

Revelation 22:1 “And he showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God…”

I went to sleep praying the large tree by my bedroom window would stay intact, and wondering what winter beauty may greet me in the morning. But daylight hours held only a trace of the beauty that had entranced me the night before.

For now I am kept in earth’s grasp; but the crystal of heaven awaits!

Dear Father in Heaven, thank you for showing me, through a winter storm, a glimpse of Your creative powers, a preview of the glories of heaven.

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