Are There Barns In Heaven?

Greg's comment on yesterdays post on saving the barn made me remember what I thought heaven was as a little girl. I pictured everyone having a cloud, and you had on that cloud everything you loved. You were surrounded by the clouds of the people you loved and could look over and see what they were doing and talk to them across the little expanse of sky that separated each one. I think I would like a barn on my cloud.

One of my earliest memories is connected to the old barn at our house. My cousin Mike would stay with our family while going to college. I remember tagging along with him, holding a flashlight, while he checked the barn for pigeons (he liked to hunt).

When I was a little older, probably in the junior high, I imagined myself living in a barn when I moved out from mom and dad's. I would live in the big city in a barn that I converted into a house. I would have half the haymow taken down so my bedroom would be a kind of loft. And I could lay on my couch and look up at the huge beams on the ceiling above me. I had that floor plan all laid out.

It wasn't until I graduated from high school and had an internship in Washington DC that I realized that there are not barns everywhere. In fact, some of the people who interned with me had never even seen a barn in real life let alone been inside one. That just blew my mind.

Thanks Greg for sparking the memories!