Hills of Heaven

My husband and I traveled to the California wine country for a work conference last November. The things we do for his career.

One afternoon, our group had lunch at Kuleto Estate situated high on a steep, rocky hill. Looked out over vineyards afire with fall color. The sky seemed larger. Our feet lighter.

our view from Kuleto Estate

Dined outdoors on the side of the mountain at a long table. Ate vegetables picked fresh from the gardens that morning, delectable meats and desserts prepared by the resident chef. It was so perfect, I kept looking for Martha Stewart to step out from behind a tree.

Couldn’t help but think this must be what heaven is like. Friends, food, fresh air, mountains, vineyards, olive trees.

That day left me longing for a place where I’d be with everyone I loved, eating and talking and laughing. Savoring each moment, followed by ten thousand upon ten thousand more. Finally safe. Finally home.

On the way back to our bus, we passed a pen of poultry. It was there I came face to face with a most majestic creature.

Heaven is filled with laughter that satiates the soul. I just know it is.

The best of the now is a hint of what’s to come. An assurance of the place He has for us.

Meet me there. One day, meet me there.

He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away. Revelation 21:4 NIV

Going Home by Sara Groves: I’ll meet you at the table.

mr. potato turkey

Happy Thanksgiving, Dear Readers.
I am thankful for you.