The Cornish mist, a familiar shroud in life, was utterly absent here. Instead, a light, warmer than any summer sun yet softer than a candle’s glow, permeated everything. It wasn’t a light that hurt the eyes, but one that filled them with a joy so profound it made your heart ache with its beauty.
You, a younger version of yourself, felt the spring in your step, the effortless strength in your limbs. The ache in your old knees was gone, replaced by a lightness that made you want to run, to leap, to dance. And you did.
Abigail and Mia, their faces alight with an untainted joy you’d only glimpsed in their childhood, ran alongside you, their laughter echoing through the vibrant, impossibly green fields. Anna, her eyes sparkling, held your hand, her touch conveying a love that transcended anything you’d known on earth.
And then you saw Poppy. She wasn’t the old, grey-muzzled dog you remembered, but a vibrant, energetic version of herself, her tail wagging with a force that made her whole body wiggle. She bounded towards you, her bark a joyful symphony, and you knelt, embracing her with a love that felt both ancient and brand new.
The landscape was a tapestry of rolling hills, crystal-clear rivers, and forests that shimmered with an otherworldly beauty. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blossoms and the gentle murmur of a river that flowed with living water. You saw gardens bursting with fruit, vineyards heavy with grapes, and fields that yielded crops with effortless abundance.
Work was not toil, but a joyful collaboration with the very earth itself. You tended the land, not with the sweat of your brow, but with a sense of partnership, a harmonious dance between creator and creation. You planted seeds that sprouted with miraculous speed, harvested fruits that tasted of pure delight, and built homes that seemed to grow from the very earth itself, each stone and beam imbued with the Father’s love.
You saw faces you’d long missed. Old friends, family members, those who had touched your life in fleeting moments – all were there, their eyes shining with the same radiant joy. And there, amidst them all, was Jesus, his presence a warmth that filled every corner of your being.
You walked with him, talked with him, learned from him. He showed you the wonders of this new earth, the intricate beauty of every flower, the majesty of every mountain, the depths of every ocean. And you understood, with a clarity you’d never known before, the Father’s love for his creation.
Worship was not a formal ritual, but a constant outpouring of love and gratitude. It was the joy of working the land, the delight of sharing a meal with friends, the wonder of watching a sunset that painted the sky in colours beyond imagination. It was the simple act of being present, of fully experiencing the beauty and goodness that surrounded you, knowing that every moment was a gift from the Father.
You swam in rivers that shimmered with light, climbed trees that reached towards the heavens, and ran through fields that stretched to the horizon, your body filled with a youthful vigour you thought you’d lost forever.
There were no tears, no pain, no sorrow, no death. Only joy, love, and the endless wonder of being in the presence of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. And you knew, with absolute certainty, that this was your home, your eternal dwelling place, where joy would reign forevermore.
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