"The thoughts of the son ran thus:
My hopes painted beautiful pictures, but they are fading one by one.
Then his Father spoke to him:
Thy hopes painted pictures? Destroy all those pictures. To watch them slowly fading is weakening to the soul. Dare then to destroy them. Thou canst if thou wilt. Thou must if thou wouldest be My warrior-son. I will give thee other pictures instead of those thy hopes painted. Look up, O thou son of My love.
Then the son looked up, and he saw a Cross raised high against the sunlight, then a darkness that might be felt. And he heard, as it were, an echo of a voice, 'Father, glorify Thy name'; and a Voice that answered, 'I have both glorified it and will glorify it again.' And he knew that strength and beauty were in the Sanctuary and would presently pour forth. Calvary was not the end of that day's story. And his heart stayed itself upon this assurance: He shall choose our inheritance for us - no fading picture that, but the excellency of Jacob whom He loved."
~ from "His Thoughts Said...His Father Said...", by Amy Carmichael
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