During September, 1999, on the way back from special events in Uganda and Paris, then leaving Heathrow in London, and, a few hours later, flying over Greenland, I took this photo. Reading the Word a few days ago, this verse jumped in and this photo, taken all these years ago, did, too. It stayed buried in my heart, because my everlasting Home in heaven is my everyday main focus on/in life.
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I might be the only one in blog land that didn't know about that retreat? Although I think it was a girl thing. Glad you got to go and look forward to your take. And yes our words praise Him, but fall woefully short of His majesty.
Yippee!!! What a sweet promise! :)
Yes! Buried in our hearts, sweet hope of heaven!
Linda
How beautiful.
The pastor was talking about the section in Luke where Jesus was talking and all of a sudden he began to rise and ascend to the heavens. Can you even imagine watching that?
This world is not my home, I'm just a-passin' through. A theme song to sing over and over. Love the photo - a tiny piece of heaven. Your verse and photo brought a deep sigh of inspiration!
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