If I could visually portray all the glimpses of heaven I've been able to recognize in my lifetime—they would weave a circular tapestry of such subtle color and music that you'd need a magnifying glass to peer at the delicate beauty. These glimpses of recognition have been just that: instantaneous moments that came and went. Filled me with awe and were gone.
Art, music, service, not always in that order, are ways I can connect to the God of our universe—the ways I sing my personal song of praise and thanksgiving for physical life and mental acuity… for blessings and trials. It's all mushed together. Some days I'm even arrogant enough to think I understand it.
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