Status Updates From Heather and Snow

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I’ve finished all my library books and now I‘ll finish this one.

"The battle of the warrior is with confused noise and garments rolled in blood, but how much harder and worthier battles are fought, not in shining armour, but amid filth and squalor physical as well as moral, on a field of wretched and wearisome commonplace!"

"True love is an awful thing, not to the untrue only, but sometimes to the growing-true, for to everything that can be burned it is a consuming fire."

"The sepulchre is for the rising again. The world itself is one vast sepulchre for the heavenly resurrection. We are all busy within the walls of our tomb burying our dead, that the corruptible may perish, and the incorruptible go free..."

Oh...wow...🥺😭

"In his terrible perturbation about his children, he lifted up his heart—not to the Governor of the world; not to the God of Abraham or Moses; not in the least to the God of the Kirk; least of all to the God of the Shorter Catechism; but to the faithful creator and Father of David Barclay."

"In his terrible perturbation about his children, he lifted up his heart—not to the Governor of the world; not to the God of Abraham or Moses; not in the least to the God of the Kirk; least of all to the God of the Shorter Catechism; but to the faithful creator and Father of David Barclay."

"It is amazing how much, in the strength of its own divinity, love will dare promise!"

""...Ay, but mine's sic a weight! It's them that's aye holdin me doon! I would have been up and away long since if it hadna been for them!"
"Where on earth get ye sic notion aboot yer feet? God kens there's nothin amiss wi' yer feet! Neither has ye any reason to be ashamed o' them. The fact is, your feet's ordinary small, Steenie, and can add but little to yer weight!"" 🤣🤣🤣

"What gars ye sing sae, birdie,
As gien ye war lord o' the lift?
On breid ye're an unco sma' lairdie,
But in hicht ye've a kingly gift!"

"Her face, whose ordinary expression had always been of quiet, was now in general quieter still; but when heart or soul was moved, it would flash and glow as only such a face could. Live revelation of deeps rarely rippled save by the breath of God, how could it but grow more beautiful!"