I am a gasper. When I see something beautiful or majestic, I gasp. (Apparently I inherited this from my maternal grandmother.) If I stood in that rock tower and gazed across the landscape, no doubt I would hyperventilate from all the gasping. What a view! And yet, it pales compares to the view I will one day see when I reach Heaven. To see His face? To gaze on the scars in His hands and feet–evidence of His love for me? I doubt I will have breath enough to gasp. I’ll be too busy weeping and laughing for joy at the beauty of the Lord.

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