Where is Heaven?

My little girl Norah, 6 years old asked me this question about 2 nights ago before going to bed.  I was amazed that she would ask such a question.  She knew that heaven was a place that we all go when we die.  I think that is wonderful that she knows this concept. 
I feel that the only way she would even know this concept is because of our church and because of her coming to Sunday School.  I am impressed that she can pick up things so much at church.  I rarely tell her anything about church at home.  Maybe at bedtime when we read stories in the Bible, but that is about it.  I don’t think I have ever told her anything about heaven.  So, I have many thanks to the church and the Sunday School teachers for guiding her well in Christian education.

So, if you wondered how I answered her this question, here it is.  Heaven is a place that people in the Bible thought was “up there.”  But in reality, heaven is a place that we can’t see or physically go when we are alive.  It is like a realm that we can’t search on our own.  It is a place that has no boundaries and no time.  There is no place in our human world that exists. 

But also, we can find truth’s of heaven within us.  It is those moments when we feel peace, love, and joy.  Those moments cannot be captured in time and when you feel those moments, we feel that time, obligation, worry, and stress disappear.  Sometimes those moments are short, but we experience them every day.  And that is like God telling us, He is here with us, it’s like God is giving us a big hug when we experience those moments of peace, love, and joy.
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Norah just looked at me… not too sure if any of that made sense to her.  Then I sang Belinda Carlisle’s song, “Heaven on Earth.”  You know…
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                Ooh, baby, do you know what that’s worth?
                Ooh, Heaven is a place on Earth.
                They say in Heaven, love comes first.
                We’ll make Heaven a place on Earth.
                Ooh, Heaven is a place on Earth.
 
So… she decided Daddy’s sings isn’t good enough and went to bed.  So, Sunday School teachers, I leave it to you to do what you do best!  Because apparently Pastor Daddy is awfully confusing to a 6 year old.