A Hint of Heaven

December and it's time for the Nutcracker again. Every year my granddaughter Grace rehearses for her new part in this traditional ballet. We have seen Grace grow from an awkward little girl whose eyes constantly seek direction from the teacher to an almost teenager who takes her performance in stride, Perhaps one day she will be comparable to professional dancers we have seen.

I remember going to performances where I would marvel at the moves of the dancers. With great precision, they would kick., twirl, and leap across the stage. What a joy it must be to be so unhindered by awkwardness. rebelling muscles, and shortness of breath that every fiber of one's being stretches with the glory of life.

 Maybe that's part of the reason God allows so many people to show what seems like 10s on a scale of 1-10. In every person who exhibits a  10 in the picture they paint, who excels in singing, or scores high numbers in an athletic event, in every instance where someone uses well with fewer limits their God given abilities we get a small taste of heaven. Our creativity will know no bounds. There every leap will be .the fullest. Every song will be glorious, no note impossible to reach. How kind of God to allow us to see this small foretaste of Heaven's perfection in this world so shadowed by sin.

Remember this the next time you are tempted to swallow your words as you listen to a pitch perfect fellow worshiper. Don't give away your art supplies when you see a friend's masterpiece. As you notice the talents of those around you instead of looking to yourself in embarrassment look to God in thanksgiving. Let those with awesome abilities cause you to look to the only one who is truly awesome and the home He has prepared for us.

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