I didn’t write this post, but I sure needed to read what Robin Jones Gunn published today.
Where did your dream come from? If it was a whim of your flesh it will not sprout or bear fruit. It was merely pardonable whimsy. But if it was a dream born of ancient truth and planted by the Father, it will arise in due season.
God is at work even though you cannot see His miracle working power beneath the covering of icy disappointment you now wear as a cloak. He will give you beauty for your ashes. He will give you a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. (read the rest on Robin’s blog)
Thank You, God, that You have called us back to You. Thank You that you offer healing for our broken hearts. Thank You for setting us free from the prisons of darkness and despair. You have shown us Your favor, God, and You continue to bless us. Thank You for comforting us in our grief. You promise to replace the ashes of death with Your beauty, to pour out joy over us like anointing oil, to dress us in praises when we have lost all hope (Isaiah 61:1-3). When life looks like it’s in a downward spiral, God, help me to remember Your promises and to watch for Your glory to appear, just as You have promised.