One stanza of a hymn sums up heaven like this:
There’s no disappointment in heaven, no weariness, sorrow or pain. No hearts that are bleeding and broken, no song with a minor refrain. The clouds of our earthly horizon will never appear in the sky for all will be sunshine and gladness with never a sob nor a sigh. There will be no crepe on the doorknob, no funeral train in the sky, no graves on the hillsides of glory for there we shall never more die. The old shall be young there forever transformed in a moment of time, immortal to stand in His likeness, the sun and the stars to outshine. I’m bound for that beautiful city my Lord has prepared for His own. Where all the redeemed of all ages sing “Glory” around the white throne. Sometimes I grow homesick for heaven and the beauty I there shall behold. What a joy will be when my Savior I see in that beautiful city of gold.
How often do you think of this indescribably wonderful home of the saved?