Reunion in Heaven

Have you ever lived where babies screamed in terror when they saw you because of your pale skin, unlike that of everyone they know? Obviously this baby didn't. This morning I prayed for her, now undoubtedly with children of her own. And today I cry for lack of fellowship with these people of my heart. I long to hear again their poetic language, speaking in a type of story picture that sees the world in a way we don't. I miss them. I love them. I long for them. You will understand that when you meet them in Heaven.