I am making all the wrong things right. I am making all the broken things whole. I’m making the old things new, the dull things bright, the wounded things healed.
I have heard the cries. From Egypt long ago. From exile. From my son on the cross. From my persecuted church. From my people. As they cry I hear.
And when I hear, I invite. Moses, to confront; my prophets to speak truth and hope; my son’s friends, to carry his story; Paul, to encourage in each letter. I rarely move alone. I invite.
You are invited, dear heart. You are a righter of wrongs. You can bring whole, new, bright things to the world. You are a healer of wounds.