I whisper Truth...
"You give beauty for ashes... gladness instead of mourning... a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair..."
Heart aches. The wailing grief too deep to surface loud. "Oh LORD, my family... my friends."
I speak it in faith over their futures, over mine, over yours.
"They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor.
They will rebuild the ancient ruins and restore the places long devastated; they will renew the ruined cities that have been devastated for generations.
Instead of their shame, they will receive a double portion, and instead of disgrace they will rejoice in their inheritance; and so they will inherit a double portion in their land, and everlasting joy will be theirs."
Who the Son sets free, is free indeed.
And He is not willing that any should perish.
"Your promises have been thoroughly tested, and your servant loves them."