Sometimes I wish I could be like Tom Hanks in the movie, “Castaway,” just for a while, and go away to live on a beautiful and deserted island all alone, surrounded by a crystal blue ocean that I could see to the bottom of. I mean no one wants to be alone forever, but just as an escape from everyday life sure would be wonderful. To get away from hurts and heartaches and worries and leave them across the water for somebody else to deal with instead of me sounds like a perfect dream. Oh to be there, what an island it would be. Even to be there with just my husband and my three dogs just enjoying life would be wonderful. (Let’s not forget the bunny-rabbit! J) Sounds almost like Heaven, doesn’t it? Only Heaven itself will be better. Oh, to be in a place away from normal life, and at peace, leaving the every day world behind to worry about its needless concerns. Wouldn’t that be almost perfect? To stand out on a sunny day, letting the breeze of the ocean shore caress my face as the gentle cool waters touch my feet. When life gets to be too overbearing lately, my mind takes me to this quiet place. I think God has given me this place so that I may feel at peace. I imagine a sky full of stars, and I just about fall asleep trying to count them all, one by one. Then, look, a shooting star…no, not one, but 1,000,000 or more streaming across the sky. Galaxies, planets and stardust fill my eyes with tears for never before have I seen such beauty. To be somewhere that only God knows about makes my heart skip a beat or two. A place where no one can find me or call me or come to visit simply to bring me worries from yet another hurtful person or incident. As the birds of the air fly overhead and sing their morning songs I am not only entertained but also lightened at heart and feel like I can almost fly alongside them. Doesn’t it sound like a wonderful place? To be there, just for a short time would be nothing short of amazing. For lack of a better word that is the only word that can really explain it well. I wonder to myself, should I name my place, or would that be too childish? Thinking again, aren’t we all a little too childish in this life worrying and concerning ourselves with petty foolishness instead of with the simple things that really make a life worthwhile? My heart longs to be at this place. To touch the water and drink of unending happiness I know is a dream that can come true. I know this will happen when I get to Heaven, but oh, to have but a taste of it now would be satisfying to my tired soul. I mean not to ramble, but simply to satisfy my longing. I imagine it resembling my favorite scene in the movie, “Contact,” with Jodie Foster, where she sees her deceased Dad again on the planet he was calling from. A beautiful dark blue sky where stars never dim, only no one will be there but God and me. He alone knows my thoughts. He alone knows that I need this place. To think of its beauty is the perfect dream. A dream one would wish to never wake up from. Oh God, Lord, is it wrong to wish for such things, or even to dream them? I want to live according to your perfect will and plan for my life. I know you have many wonderful plans that are just waiting to unfold and I accept them with open arms, Father. I just think we all need a place like this to hide once in a while, even if it’s only in our mind’s deepest thoughts. For no one can be in my mind but you, Lord.
Again, I imagine, how vast and green the mountains are on my island. The trees are tall and look as if they could touch the sky if they were to grow anymore. The trees will bear coconut, mango and banana fruit. There will always be enough to eat and I will never go hungry. The Lord always feeds his sheep that believe and pray in his name.
Oh Lord, Jesus, thank you for feeding the longing in my heart. Thank you for being the place that I can hide away. Thank you for this place in my mind that only you could give to me, with peace of mind and heart…I’m thinking that I’ll call this place, “Heaven’s Isle.” What name could be more fitting?