I think what it boils down to is that I cannot imagine a place where I will be 100% happy. Content. Not lacking or wanting. Not looking ahead or longing for the past. Perfect.
There is nothing that remotely comes close to any lasting satisfaction now. How can I begin to conceive something that I cannot even fathom?
Even though I don't think my thoughts can even begin to grasp the enormity and beauty of what is to come, I can still wait with eager anticipation and continue to reach ahead... with arms stretched out in front of me, waiting to lay ahold of what He has in store.

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