I’m in one of those moods where life feels so achingly beautiful and big. I’m not even sure how to put it into words.

There is beauty in the sunset, in the pale blue of the sky. Beauty hides in the moon and the sadness in someone’s eyes. A story sits on every face.

Everyone, whether they ever voice or acknowledge it, is seeking the same thing. Through reading, through watching movies, through music, though the narrative of history, and through people, I’ve come to realize that the human heart is desperate for two things.

Love and recognition.

We search for it in everything, this sense of worth. Our every waking moment is driven by it. Nobody ever is satisfied with all the worth the world has to give.

Why?

Because that worth is worthless. All that gold does not even amount to pennies.

Realizing this doesn’t put out the fire of yearning that burns inside. Rather it only throughs kerosene on those flames. This hunger for meaning should point us to see that this need for love is otherworldly.

Can’t we see that this world points to another?

The mountains are a symphony of this truth. The oceans are an opera. Stories are full of it. The sunset shouts His name. Sunrise sings it forte.

“There is so much more! There is so much more!” Creation cries.

We all feel this in the spray of the sea, the roar of mountain peaks, the swell of a symphony, the lull of stories.

But not all want to admit Who it points to.

Everything points to the Lord of Hosts.

Who is like Him in all the earth? Can’t you see His glory? The knowledge of Him makes His grace all the more amazing. What is man that He is mindful of them? He is more glorious than all the ache of earthly glory put together.

None of us will ever understand the amazement and wonder of who He is while we are here.

When He comes again we’ll see it so clearly it will hurt – we’ll see His glory and glorious love.

Until that day when the King of kings comes once and for all, we grasp at small glimpses of heaven.

A baby’s first cry, laughter, the cotton candy sky, snow-capped peaks, smiles, kisses, the touch of a hand, golden oceans, musical twinklings, raindrops on our skin, eyes that hold the world, the soft morning light, the hum of violins, the calm after a cry.

We just have to remember that heaven is lying in wait. He went to prepare a place for those who put faith in the glory of His redemption.