Heaven Feels Like a Front Door
Maybe...Just maybe.... Heaven feels like a front door being opened after a long winter being buttoned up. The perfect sun shining down. The perfect number of clouds, dott
Maybe...Just maybe....
Heaven feels like a front door being opened after a long winter being buttoned up.
The perfect sun shining down.
The perfect number of clouds, dotting
The perfect shade of blue, in a perfect sky.
The most perfect, long missed, gentle breeze flowing through the heart of the home, and filling the heart of its owner.
Hello,
Spring....you tender thing you. Even if you sneak away again for a moment, you're just playing hard to catch at this point.
"Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven."
Matthew 18:3
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