God planted a garden eastward in Eden and there He put the man He had formed . . . And a river went out to water the garden. The blue heavens for a dome, with a carpet of living green, and delicate flowers in their rapturous colors. It is hard to imagine a place like this!
But heaven’s time is not in our time it is not limited to our space it extends beyond the imaginings of the human mind. To God a day is as a thousand years in an eternity of bliss!
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