Heaven's manna bears forth constant nourishment through mortality, and yields unseen provenderance through immortality.
I can think of three experiences when I thought and felt of heaven:
When I first saw Jennifer wearing a pink sweater, and her mission picture with a child in Argentina. Of these moments I knew she was the special one for me.
When I endured my last year working at Macy's. It had been 10 years, and stocking and getting around began more difficult with my physical condition.
And my complete whiteout/wipeout sit skiing down treasure hollow at Park City. I swear I blacked out and saw heaven for a second or two with all my equipment sprawled all over the trail.
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