Splendor of the Land Quotes

“Here, on my knees, I could see far more clearly than I ever had before.”
― Connilyn Cossette, Splendor of the Land

“Look to the stars, my child, and know, The heavens speak of what you’re shown. More precious than the diamonds bright, More costly than the purest light. Your worth is far beyond the earth, Crowned in splendor before your birth. Lift your eyes to skies afar, And remember, child, just who you are. The Master’s hand, with skill untold, Has shaped your heart of pure red-gold. Strength and beauty, love refined, In you His perfect craft combined. The One who lit the stars aflame, Is He who softly calls your name. His mighty hands designed your soul, A radiant mystery to unfold. Endowed with worth from Heaven’s throne, You are His child, His very own Soli Deo Gloria”
― Connilyn Cossette, Splendor of the Land

“But in my research, I came across the most beautiful analogy of how the Master uses all these processes to make us more like himself. After all the refining and purifying and clearing of dross, after all the filing and grinding and cutting and sanding, the goldsmith begins to polish his work with a soft cloth or piece of wool. Once he can see his own perfect reflection in the surface of his masterpiece, then he is satisfied that his work is both pure and complete. Isn’t that just a gorgeous picture of how the Original Artist shapes us into his own image? Nothing about the process is easy. It’s most often painful and deeply uncomfortable. The dross has to be burnt out of us. The blemishes chiseled away. And sometimes we need to be bent and shaped in ways that hurt. But one day, when we stand before him, he will not see those imperfections at all. He will only see his perfect and glorious reflection in us because of the blood of the Lamb. So, while we wait to be made perfect, be encouraged that these momentary afflictions (2 Corinthians 4:17), as painful as they are in the flesh, are making us more like him every single day.”
― Connilyn Cossette, Splendor of the Land

“Perhaps we’re just not meant to have all the answers,” I said. “But to keep listening for the only One who does.”
― Connilyn Cossette, Splendor of the Land

“The truth is here, isn’t it?” I declared, stretching out my arms. “This Land, these heavens, such inexplicable splendor point to a God beyond all gods. And if Yahweh made all of this, then who am I to question his goodness? Or whatever unknowable plans he has for his own Creation? For me?”
― Connilyn Cossette, Splendor of the Land

“Look to the stars, my child, and know, The heavens speak of what you’re shown. More precious than the diamonds bright, More costly than the purest light. Your worth is far beyond the earth, Crowned in splendor before your birth. Lift your eyes to skies afar, And remember, child, just who you are. The Master’s hand, with skill untold, Has shaped your heart of pure red-gold. Strength and beauty, love refined, In you His perfect craft combined. The One who lit the stars aflame, Is He who softly calls your name. His mighty hands designed your soul, A radiant mystery to unfold. Endowed with worth from Heaven’s throne, You are His child, His very own.”
― Connilyn Cossette, Splendor of the Land

“Perhaps we’re just not meant to have all the answers. But to keep listening for the only One who does.”
― Connilyn Cossette, Splendor of the Land

“For those who feel unseen:
The One who lit the stars aflame is calling you by name. “Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have
called you by your name; you are Mine.”
Isaiah 43:1b hcsb”
― Connilyn Cossette, Splendor of the Land