Friday, January 24, 2014

Fresh Starts

I have walked in a blizzard on a mountain top.
I know what divorce does to a family.
I have hiked down from a mountain in the dark.
I know what bankruptcy is.
I have slept in the wilderness at 15 degrees below zero.
I know what abuse is.
I have shattered a windshield with my head.
I know what addiction is.
I have felt the final heartbeat of a murdered teenager.
I know what loneliness is.
I have felt the grace of God in the midst of hell.
He never once left me or forsook me.
He was the mountain who felt my pain.
He was the light on the darkest nights.
He helped me understand what true riches are.
He healed me.
He unshackled my spirit.
He gave me His Presence.
He drew near to me though I was far from Him.
He knocked on the door of my heart relentlessly.
He knew me before I knew myself.
He made a way for me to start fresh.
Yeah, He's the God of fresh starts.

Isaiah 61 The Message
[ Announce Freedom to All Captives ] The Spirit of God, the Master, is on me because God anointed me. He sent me to preach good news to the poor, heal the heartbroken, Announce freedom to all captives, pardon all prisoners. God sent me to announce the year of his grace— a celebration of God’s destruction of our enemies— and to comfort all who mourn, To care for the needs of all who mourn in Zion, give them bouquets of roses instead of ashes, Messages of joy instead of news of doom, a praising heart instead of a languid spirit. Rename them “Oaks of Righteousness” planted by God to display his glory. They’ll rebuild the old ruins, raise a new city out of the wreckage. They’ll start over on the ruined cities, take the rubble left behind and make it new. You’ll hire outsiders to herd your flocks and foreigners to work your fields, But you’ll have the title “Priests of God,” honored as ministers of our God. You’ll feast on the bounty of nations, you’ll bask in their glory. Because you got a double dose of trouble and more than your share of contempt, Your inheritance in the land will be doubled and your joy go on forever. ...

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