When the chains drop away and the rain from the sky is your own tears of happiness, it is then that we can choose to love our savior as our savior loves us. It is the ordered service of a soldier who died on the battlefield, but was resurrected by my king who did the same. It is now I choose to follow, to accompany His heart and His love though it may take me into the valley of death's shadow, and never back out. I choose to stand confident in His whisper whether in a calm meadow or on a burnt plain of battle with the fires of hell drawing their darts full at me. I choose to love, for in my God's face and in His heart I see nothing else. And nothing else matters. For in gazing on Him I take up His form, and His glory, and carry it to the valleys, to the meadows, and to the hearts of men.
~JLB
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