Every day I see images of heaven. When I head into work, I see kids and dogs and parents and grandparents walking to the school. What a beautiful way to start the day.
Every evening when I drive home, I see images of heaven in the setting sun. The gloaming is the perfect time of the evening as I watch the light fade and the stars and moon appear.
I see images of heaven in my sweet Samson's face. What could be more perfect that this?
TTL I see profound images of heaven.
To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.
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