Psalm 137

Looking at old photos and reminiscing about the way things used to be; missing our carefree days of late nights and mornings, weekly adventures, and deep, meaningful, intimate conversations reminds me that even the best seasons of life are soundless, grainy film reels compared to the way things will be in Heaven’s hi-fi paradise of perfectly knowing and being known.  May I never forget that this life is not the end.

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