To be swayed away or drawn from the lesser traveled path is a very real battle. It is present in the most lonely, deepest valleys. You can find its traces in the smothering canopy of pink clouds. It is even lurking in the heights of the hallelujah mountain tops. It listens to every murmur. It lies in wait for the most opportune time. No one is exempt from its painted landscape of lies. Resistance is our clarity back to reality. He died for you. He loves you. He lives today.
The old life is gone, a new life begins, a fresh start is created new.
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