I signed us up for a ballroom dancing class. I envisioned us gliding across the floor like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers after 6 weeks of classes. That didn’t happen.

I assumed I would . . . .

Just reading “the Paradise of God” brings a sigh to my lips. Peace fills my soul as I think about walking with my Jesus in the heavenly garden of God. This glorious fellowship is offered . . .