It seems to me that God will provide the very best for us, that there will be no sorrow or sighing.
Right now, it is hard for me to imagine that I would not sigh without my pets.
[Scene at Immigration: Mad Dawg, accompanied by a party of about 20 cats, 6 dogs, a dozen goats, two gross of sheep, and a cow.]
But, my vision is dull, and I would not presume to tell God what I need to be happy. If God were to say, "Will you have me or your dog?" how could I say, "Well, not you, thanks." It would be to say, "You, O Lord, cannot make me happy."
But I also think that Lewis and MacDonald are right. (see post 14)
“Right now, it is hard for me to imagine that I would not sigh without my pets.”
I hear you, but how about our unsaved loved ones? I can’t imagine heaven without my own mom. But at this point she is not a believer. So it must be possible.
It's hard for me to imagine that God would not sigh without my Gus (for example). OK, flippantly expressed. But God is Love, He creates out of love, He created my Gus out of love; surely He loves Gus even more than I do -- the converse would be bizarre nonsense, that I could love anyone, even a cat, more than God does.
Anyway, that's how I see it . . .