Home is where the heart is. The old familiar sights, sounds and smells that
hold us securely in familiarity win our hearts every time. It is one of the great joys of life to arrive
home, road weary, and plop down in dependable acquaintance. If our home is rightly in heaven I wonder
what will be the familiar there? What
will be our recliner in heaven?
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| Waiting to go home |
love it.
ReplyDeletemy recliner will be a wicker swing on a front porch in Kentucky sitting next to my grandmommy listening to her tell stories of her as a little girl in frog jump with the frogs chirping in the old oak trees in the background. can't wait to go back there!
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