She gazes intently as if to probe the depths of my soul as the response to her query is given. 'I hope you won't think me too bold, but...?'
Is it a reflection of Your nature which beams most brilliantly from within my heart? And shall I reserve such auroral brilliance for randomly rare occasions of conviviality between strangers at thirty-two thousand feet?
How quickly self-imposed lunacy eclipses the surface rendering it dark, shadowed by insecurities and vanity, for a plalidly lackluster light counterfeited or conjured will never equate to the true devotion that inspires light in the world.
May I ever radiate the love and light of Yeshua.
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