"There peeping among the cloud-wrack, above the dark high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for awhile. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small passing thing: there was light and high beauty forever beyond it's reach." -Lord of the Rings, Return of The King
Ahh this passage from LOTR almost makes me cry every time. To think that above these misty clouds that block our view, beyond the storms and shadow there is a pure and perfect light that continues to burn in beauty forever. Though I cannot see it, it remains untouchable in it's perfection, alight forever for it's audience of One.
I don't think I'll look at the stars the same again. What a promise they are. I feel God saying, "Don't worry, my beauty and my purpose is out of reach of any evil. Just, look up."
I don't think I'll look at the stars the same again. What a promise they are. I feel God saying, "Don't worry, my beauty and my purpose is out of reach of any evil. Just, look up."
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