My sons will be quickly regathered. Those that ravaged and ruined me will leave. As I look I will see, you will assemble, you will remove.

I know that this is partly in transition, the final exit of this age. You are warring for my heart to receive the truth of it now. You ask me to believe more than my eyes can see. You ask me to trust you as truth without being bound to my interpretation.

I will don them like jewels and deck myself with them like a Bride.

I believe. help my unbelief. because it so isn’t about you doing it, but about my receiving it. For your glory. recognizing that it is good. And right.

As for my ruined and desolate places, and the land of me laid waste, I will be crowded with settlers and destroyers will stay far from me.

How can I not weep? How can I not be prostate before you? So you have said. So you shall do. I am astonished again. I bear your name on the earth.

The children I thought I had lost will say, as I hear them-its too crowded- make room for me too. In my heart I will wonder-who bore these for me, when I was bereaved and barren? When exile and disdain were all I knew, who taught them the way in which they should go? I was alone, and now they are here.

Those years, Lord. Just choosing each day who I would serve. That craziness, God, of the unthinkable becoming my reality. Few know. All would have crossed the road and passed me by. Not you. Make yourself known through what you have transformed me into, Lord. Shine your light on any agenda or pride that boasts of me, that I might kill it quickly. Be famous through me as I carry your name. For your name. And for your glory.