In imagining this world, who would have guessed mountains and eyes and tuna fish and tables and fossils and crockpots and libraries and clouds? The task of envisioning a radically different world is doomed before it begins. Heaven is, quite literally, unimaginable.
Many of you reading this will have experienced something similar or know of someone who has. The question is how can you get through the turmoil of losing a baby and turn it in to a healing experience?