Suddenly she understood. She was beholding a wondrous and glorious truth; "a great multitude whom no man could number," brought like herself by the King to the Kingdom of love and to the High Places so that they could now pour out their lives in gladdest abandonment, leaping down with him to the sorrowful, desolate places below, to share with others the life which they have received. She herself was only one drop among that glad, exultant throng of self-givers, the followers of the king of love, united with him and with one another, each one equally blessed and beloved as herself. "For he loves each one of us," she added to herself, "as though there were only one to love." - Hannah Hurnard, Hinds Feet on High Places
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