Some people believe heavens streets are paved with gold and others believe it’s just a big church where we do nothing but sing in the choir.

Not me. I believe heaven is not only a place where you escape earthly cares but it is a place that physically mirrors earth – except it’s the unspoiled version.

Grass grows up to a horse’s belly in my heavenly Texas, as it hasn’t in our state since cattle ranchers went into business.