"But the soul renounced shall abide in the boundlessness of God's life. This is liberty, this is prosperity. The more we lose, the more we gain."
As the darkness subsides, slipping off softly in panoramic softness; it does so in spite of whatever prevailing, strong winds present.
Leaving behind the hint of a new day. Alive with the wonderful mysteries that each new day before, has never brought forth.
How refreshing it could be if we were always beholding this blessed phenomenon, before the world has awakened to begin the clamor and din and pollution.
Man handles, or has the same basic philosophy about the world as he does about his life, it's to be used until burned out in pursuit of material gain.
But what things were gain to me, those I counted loss for Christ.