Sweet death
Sweet death. Who knew that God would not only take the sting from death but, through it, achieve what He desires more than anything – my ultimate and perfect sanctification to His glory and fame. The greetings of God-ordained death is a handshake not with the bone-chilled hands of the Reaper, but the warm embrace of my Lover. Where this body of death and rebellion will be destroyed and I will have a mind and a body like Christ Himself. Where conversations will be more than mere speculation and my mind will never drift from the contemplation of my glorious God. Sweet death – not only is your sting gone, but your drink is thick with satisfaction.
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