If God would grant us the vision, the word “sacrifice” would disappear from our lips and thoughts; we would hate the things that seem now so dear to us; our lives would suddenly be too short, we would despise time-robbing distractions and charge the enemy with all our energies in the name of Christ.
In a few moments, the last goodbyes and Godspeeds were exchanged. The horses trotted across the meadow, the last waves from the treeline. Then they were gone. As he, Shad, and Jamie rode from the meadow in the opposite direction, Leith glanced back one last time. A sense of foreboding wrapped around him as if the time he’d spent in that meadow was the last bit of happiness he was going to experience for a long, long time.