Isaiah 61:1-4 (Amplified Bible)
The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the Lord has anointed and qualified me to preach the Gospel of good tidings to the meek, the poor, and afflicted; He has sent me to bind up and heal the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the [physical and spiritual] captives and the opening of the prison and of the eyes to those who are bound,
2 To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord [the year of His favor] [a]and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn,
3 To grant [consolation and joy] to those who mourn in Zion—to give them an ornament (a garland or diadem) of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, the garment [expressive] of praise instead of a heavy, burdened, and failing spirit—that they may be called oaks of righteousness [lofty, strong, and magnificent, distinguished for uprightness, justice, and right standing with God], the planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.
It is nearing the end of what seems to be a full day.
My body seems to ache from tiredness.
Up early to go with Daniel to check out his Mac mini. Drive had to be erased and restored.
Luckily we could still save the files, like his video projects, before doing that.
Advice: Even Macs need to be backed up regularly.
I wish I could erase the bad stuff from my history and restore a brand new slate like that.
But you know it, pretty soon new 'errors' will mar that fresh new slate.
God foresaw our inevitable failures and decided to clean it up, and bring a fresh new beauty totally unlike the original.
It is called redemption.
Bringing beauty from ashes.
This picture now retouched by His Hands, has marks that add depth and character and beauty that is breathtaking and captures the heart.
So this evening, I submit my aching body, my mark-filled history, to my Heavenly Father.
Paint on, dear Lord.
And all day, I have been looking at an old picture I found of me and my Mom when I was about 9 years old. It tugs at my heart. She is so beautiful and she lives an ocean away. I do miss her.
She is one of the most beautiful paintings that God ever created and I am SO very grateful for her.
This song is sweetly nostalgic right now.
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