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A visit and a taste of home

I’m pretty sure that last night at buffalo wild wings we, (kind of reunion gathering) in fact experienced a little taste of what heaven will be like. There were two who gathered with us from out of town. When we saw them, even before we began to converse, I had a sense of home. At home you feel it is ok, to sit in the big comfy chair that sinks perfectly to the right aaahhhh!!! factor. At home it’s warm, and you can take your shoes off and feel the stress from the day melt off your heart, body and mind. At home, you are known. (No worries we weren't kicking off our shoes in the restaurant.)I think this is just a little taste of heaven, of our true home. There’s more too it even then that, but I feel sure that there, in that gathering of friends, I tasted a bit of what being home. . . of what truly being home will be like.

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