In my Father's house are many dwelling places, if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and recieve you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also.
Why me? Why did he chose such a lowly imperfect specimen of creation? I am so unworthy, so blantanly obvious, so boring, so simple. So plain. But then, if I was worthy, I guess it wouldn't be so beautiful. And that's the point really. Beauty, and grace and love.
arise my darling, my beautiful one. come along with me, for behold the flowers appear in the land, the rains have passed, the winter has gone from my soul.
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