I thought I was in heaven.

I turned on the tap to clean some knives and forks, and beer came out. We thought we were in heaven.

We had settled down for a cozy Saturday evening, had a nice dinner, and I was just going to clean up a little. I turned on the kitchen faucet and beer came out.

I thought it was daffodil heaven. Well, I've since planted more, because the deer don't eat them.

Father in Heaven! When the thought of thee wakes in our hearts, let it not awaken like a frightened bird that flies about in dismay, but like a child waking from its sleep with a heavenly smile.

A single grateful thought toward heaven is the most perfect prayer.