I heard this song (Heaven is the Face by Stephen Curtis Chapman) on the radio yesterday and bawled. I’ve never been a big Stephen Curtis Chapman fan, but this song is great, really great. It’s honest and real. It doesn’t disguise human feelings in order to sound holy.

Dealing with the loss of his daughter and thinking about seeing her in Heaven, Chapman admits to God,

"God, I know, it’s all of this and so much more,
But God, You know, that this is what I’m aching for.
God, you know, I just can’t see beyond the door.”

I love that he admits that Heaven is about so much more than seeing people we love—it’s about living with God, about glorification and transformation and eternal perfection—but at the same time revels in the promise of being reunited with his little girl.

I love how the prospect of seeing my brother Bobby one day whets my appetite for Heaven. It gives me a taste of the incredible, beyond-description stuff I’ll experience there.

If Heaven is a place where I can hold my brother’s hand, I want to be there. I want more than Bobby, but Bobby is a face, a picture of all that’s good about that place.