This is not exactly "our" valley, but it is close to home and our valley opens into it. I see this view every morning when I take Charlie and Ben to work on the other side of the ridge. 
It takes my breath away every time I see it, no matter how often. I think that without even realizing it, when I recognize the familiar slopes and swells of this valley, I know I am coming home. Wherever I go, if a place resembles this, I have a moment of home-coming.
The best in this world cannot compare to heaven, but if the good things in it are "foretastes," heaven will be the first place we have never been where our souls will recognize beyond doubt that we have finally come Home.
It takes my breath away every time I see it, no matter how often. I think that without even realizing it, when I recognize the familiar slopes and swells of this valley, I know I am coming home. Wherever I go, if a place resembles this, I have a moment of home-coming.
The best in this world cannot compare to heaven, but if the good things in it are "foretastes," heaven will be the first place we have never been where our souls will recognize beyond doubt that we have finally come Home.For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
~1 Corinthians 13:12
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