I crossed the white pedestrian bridge (built in 1881), took a glance at the daffodills, then followed a little alley, with the church (I don’t know which ‘Church of Scotland’ it was) on my right & the graveyard to my left.
Then I saw quote the shown in the fourth picture from the Song of Songs on the pavement: “Many waters cannot quench the love, nor can rivers wash it away (…)”
Exactly a week before going to Britain, I had read the very same fragment, but my heart was ablaze with the sentence issued in the continuation of the verse:
“(…) If one were to give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be utterly scorned”. I had gone to the UK broken-hearted, and the fabulous experience cured me.
As I gazed at the old tombstones through the young grass, I realized that we won’t pass beyond the grave with our experiences (no matter how spectacular or dull they were), but with our love.
The Lord has been giving me a lot of blessings, along with humbling circumstances, as we all have a cross to bear. But what I yearned for and what I’m most grateful for is such a love.
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