moving through and through, it was the beautiful gardens, filled with roses as red and beautiful yet still reminding me of the blood that was shed on cavalry. Taking it up on the hill wasn't a joke as pretty as it might seem but was tedious as ;it could not be compared to the love Christ used in carrying the old rugged cross. Descending it felt as the rain flowing of the glory of God; falling with such care on as his people. Down the road , as much tired as we were, the destination ahead gave us strength as the lovers of Christ are renewed with new strength telling us of the promise of God and his reward in the end. nhy-love
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