Heaven is not a place on earth

Belinda Carlisle sang a song in the 80s called "Heaven is a place on earth." I used to love that song. I was a fan of the cheesy pop in the 80s. But, I see things differently here, now, tomorrow, as a believer in Jesus. Also, I think I like better music now.

I think about what might be in Heaven. Here are some of the things I wonder if I'll ever know:

• That I might get to see a bit more, not as an omniscient person, but more about what's around me. I think about what my mom and dad were like in their twenties. Or even my grandparents. What was it like in India? What was it like having seven brothers and sisters?
• That I might get fresher memories. Holding my babies, nursing them, changing their diapers. I miss that sometimes. I miss being a girl scout leader. I miss telling the girls what to wear, giving them baths, playing Easy Bake Oven with them, even, which I didn't do enough. I sometimes even miss things like watching the Disney movies, watching Sesame Street "sing yourself silly." I don't miss Barney.
• That I might have restored continuous relationships with believers that I miss. My bridesmaid friends. My church family that has moved away. My ex-inlaws. Even my ex-husband, who I hope I can look at with eyes that extend forgiveness without trying.
• That my physical body would be perfected.
• That I'd know Jesus, in the flesh.

I could throw in something like who really killed JFK, but that seems a bit much.