The smile and smell of a newborn baby…snuggling securely in your arms… straight from Heaven…
The glistening dew resting on a blade of grass as sparkling diamonds on a brand new morning…
The majestic song of a Whipper will, echoing through the still of the evening sky…
The cool gentle breeze of a Prairie wind caressing ones sun-kissed cheeks on a hot summer day….
The crackle of a late night fire on the shores of the lake at dusk, the sounds of a lonely Loon’s caressing serenity echoing under a spectacular display of dancing Northern Lights….
A mama robin tugging at its latest juicy worm amidst the earthy smell of the dirt it came from…
The sounds of a lawn mower in a childhood neighbourhood accompanied by the aroma of freshly mowed sweet-smelling mounds of grass….
The sounds of Sunday morning country gospel time locked far away in the corners of my mind… the start of a day stamped of family….
The taste of a cold, freshly poured bubbling glass of Mountain Dew from vintage green bottles on a hot summer day, taking a break from hauling bails from the alfalfa fields on a farmstead… tucked deep within my heart….
Watching a long-lost soul coming home and come up out of that pond, the cool water streaming down their beaming face as the preacher finishes with “and raised to have new life”….
The wide-open tiny mouths , bodies cuddling closely in their nest, watching their mama Robin drop a morsel in each one intentionally with much necessity and satisfaction…
The sounds of a century old hymn.. “It Is Well with My Soul”… croon across the old country church with the voices of many, gathered to sing their praises on a Sunday morning in unison….
The taste of an icy cold cup of water touching your lips on the hottest summer day…
The sounds of the steady rain on a metal roof above a favourite chair… eyes closed as the sounds of the distant Thunder threatens its magic to complete the picture…
The view half-closed eyes see, as one peeks across the table as family gathers around a long harvest table, almost too many bowed heads to count, as the old fashioned ham and potato salad along with all the trimmings… fill the table end to end…
And then, there are the large tufts of white fluffy clouds, sailing across the blue sky, wondering what it will be like when Heaven will meet Earth, as we His children will meet Him in the air… someday…
That may be where Heaven begins….
And yet all of this doesn’t even come close to, where the real Heaven begins… Don’t ever want to minimize Heaven…
But what it does do is touch our hearts… our souls… Our minds, and gives us Hope…Joy… and happiness in the moment. And when we can experience these and more in the moment…, that which threatens to hurt our hearts… pierce our souls… cannot…..
And we taste a piece of the Abundant Life promised to us by our God, who is the centre of our hopes in all our moments.
We can then begin to taste Joy…peace…love… in the midst of a fallen world….
And that is where Heaven begins♥️
In the Moment 