the imperfect disappears

 

It is the light of heaven only, that will remove all clouds and darkness that hide the face of God from us.

Hope fastens on future happiness, and waits for that; but in heaven, faith will be swallowed up in actual sight, and hope in enjoyment.

There is no room to believe and hope, when we see and enjoy. But there, love will be made perfect. There we shall perfectly love God. And there we shall perfectly love one another. 
 
[Commentary from Matthew Henry]

It's funny..

It's funny how sometimes some things that meant a lot to us mean nothing now. A growing up teenager may not find the toys they used to cry over for when they were young interesting anymore. An avid fan of some Korean or Chinese bands may forget that frenzy and go for another one. A girl who used to cry over a crush may see that same person after a few years with feelings of nothing more than friends. Sometimes i find it scary. Scary because things change, and many times its kind of fast. Scary when you found the things you believed in to be wrong in the end. Scary when you have to move on because everyone is. But sometimes, it gives me a soothing feeling. Soothing because if so, even the bad times have their own end. Soothing because you know you've grown in the process and learned.