It was called a “Green Hornet.”

A gleaming 24-inch two-wheeler with silver streamers shooting from the handlebars. Shiny chrome, fat black tires that smelled of rubber, green to match my eyes.
I had been blind-folded for the presentation of my seven year old birthday present. I was ceremonially spun around and marched out the back door. When the blind-fold was lifted, there she stood . . . .

I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
Pure bliss. All I ever wanted. Total happiness.
To my seven year old brain, heaven was a bicycle of my very own.

To my adult brain, I’ve read books about heaven, about near death experiences, about dazzling brightness at the end of a tunnel.

But I’ve never doubted that it would be wonderful and that I would get there. I know the promises of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I knew them as a seven year-old and I know them today.

Pure bliss. All I ever wanted. Total happiness.

When you get there, you just might see me riding my Green Hornet.
I’ll be with my best friend, Jesus.

“But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body to be like his glorious body, by the power that enables him even to subject all things to himself.” – Philippians 3:20-21

Our best friend who loves us unconditionally.

Patti