I really don’t know if the streets in heaven are paved with gold. My guess is, they are not. And, so far as pearly gates go, I’m thinking, maybe or maybe not. The beauty of heaven won’t be determined by the architecture or amenities. But, there is one thing about heaven that I’m pretty sure about - the look on the faces of those that make it there.
As mentioned before, we have a special needs granddaughter. I am sensitive to her actions and moods and her facial expressions. Every now and then, when she is so happy it hurts, the look on her face is indescribable. There is no measure for the joy on her face.
That’s what heaven is like.
PMO
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