Sigure Ros and C.S. Lewis have one thing in common: they both paint a living portrait in my my mind so great that the colors nearly leave me blind. But I don't even care because my heart is getting a glimpse of the very thing it longs for the most. The thing that is sometimes foolishly competed with by pleasures of earth that in comparison are no more pleasurable than a fleeting dream after one is awakened to the sunlight and music of the real world. Heaven. The place where true love, true longing, true desire - all - is truly satisfied in the bridegroom who has called us His own - Jesus.



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