My servant grew up in the Lord’s presence like a tender green shoot, like a root in dry ground. There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance, nothing to attract us to him. He was despised and rejected—a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief.
— Isaiah 53:2-3, NLT
It sometimes feels as though
we wander on a dry plain,
a desert with no oasis,
no way to end an incessant
thirst, no way to quench a
a deep and gnawing need,
but we do not walk alone
in the dark and painful places,
we do not need to ache
and waste away, there is a tender
shoot, a root of salvation waiting,
calling, willing to graft us into
a love that heals and never ends.
—C.L. Fisher, Celebrating the Goodness of this Friday, April 2, 2021
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