Shared a victory with my work-mate yesterday. It was the sweetest moment; an answered prayer that had been a heavy, heavy burden for her loved ones for more than a year.
She ran by in sobs and closed the bathroom door. Not yet knowing they were sobs of glorious praise- I ran after her and barged right into the tight little toilet room – where there was nothing to do but praise and praise and praise Father God’s timing perfection in hurting lives! Unexpected glorious moment. Caught off guard in the middle of the day by Father God’s timing perfection!
From the deepest battleground within, The Creator is at work. We were both reminded that no matter how dark the days, how deep the rejection, how ugly the scars, He is working to bring newness right out of that tender, lonely, bleeding place.
And when that day finally comes, when that moment is revealed, from a heart bruised up by the battle, one begins to whisper –
Thank you Father.
You grew in me a beauty from the ashes.
Thank you, Father.
He is faithful:
‘to give them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, festive oil instead of mourning, and splendid clothes instead of despair. And they will be called righteous trees, planted by the Lord to glorify Him.’ (Isaiah 61:3 HCSB)