It was in a little wood in early morning. The sun was climbing up behind a steep cliff on the east, and its light was flooding nearer and nearer and then making pools among the trees. Suddenly, from a dark corner of purple-brown stems and fawning moss, there shown out a great golden star. It was just a dandelion and half withered, but it was full face to the sun, and had caught into its heart all the glory it could hold, and was shining so radiantly that the dew that lay on it still made a perfect aureole round its head.
If the Son of Righteousness has risen upon our heart, there is an ocean of grace and love and power lying all around us, and it is ready to transfigure us, as the sunshine transfigured the dandelion, and on the same condition - that we stand full-face to God. Turn your soul's vision to Jesus and look and look at Him, and the divine attrait by which God's saints are made even in this twentieth century will lay hold of you.
Lillias Trotter, The Master of the Impossible
and their faces shall never be ashamed.
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