Here is your God

“For [even the whole] creation [all nature] waits eagerly for the children of God to be revealed. For the creation was subjected to frustration and futility, not willingly [because of some intentional fault on its part], but by the will of Him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will also be freed from its bondage to decay [and gain entrance] into the glorious freedom of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation has been moaning together as in the pains of childbirth until now.”
‭‭Romans‬ ‭8‬:‭19‬-‭22‬ ‭AMP‬‬

When in physical, spiritual, mental pain these verses can almost seem like a pipe dream. What does that even mean? Pipe dream..

pipe dream (n.) the sort of improbable fantasy one has while smoking opium, 1870, from pipe (n. 1) in the smoking sense + dream (n.). Old English pipdream meant “piping,” from dream in the sense of “music.”Jun 20, 2020 Etymology.com

Alright that isn’t what I thought. Haha.

Well, to begin, these verses are most certainly NOT a pipe dream. We ache for freedom from this world. We wish for better. The scraping. The grinding. The fear. The hurt. People’s words. Our words. Our bodies. Our days.

I read today…there is coming a day. Friends, when i look around it is so easy to be heartbroken by what I see. I’m weeping as i write this. I struggle with rejoicing today.

But there will come a day…the wilderness and dry land will be glad, the desert will rejoice and blossom like a wildflower. (Isaiah 35:1) God, how I need to see that this parched ground I am on, someday, someday will be glad.

So I read, Here is your God. Isaiah 35:4.

He is here. He is near. And no matter what I face today, I know. I know this. Miracles are coming.

“Encourage the exhausted, and make staggering knees firm. Say to those with an anxious and panic-stricken heart, “Be strong, fear not! Indeed, your God will come with vengeance [for the ungodly]; The retribution of God will come, But He will save you.””
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭35‬:‭3‬-‭4‬ ‭AMP‬‬

I cling to this today. Encourage the exhausted. Remember. He will make my staggering knees firm. My anxious and panic-stricken heart is reminded. He makes me strong. He tells me not to fear (like 365 times). My God will come. He will save me.

So I choose to set my face to heaven. I choose to remember the bells on Christmas Day. I remember that they sing a song that repeats. Peace on earth and goodwill to me. In despair, I bowed my head. There is no peace. Hate is strong and mocks the song, Peace on earth and goodwill to me. BUT bells are ringing. peace on earth. Like a choir singing. Does anyone hear them? GOd is not dead nor does he sleep! Peace on earth! The wrong shall fail, the right prevail.Peace on earth, goodwill to men. RInging singing, world revolves night to day. Peace on earth.

Me typing the lyrics as I listen. I need to remember. God is HERE. Right now. In all that is happening, God is here. I open my heart and remember. Peace. Goodwill.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=J0Vi0BxAbpg&feature=share

Broken hallelujah.