Talk to me, Abba.

There is a time when seasons change. I have planned this out for My glory. Do you recognize the change of season that you are in? Do you notice what I am doing? Do you see what I am replacing? I give new things for old things. I give beauty for ashes. I restore the devastated places. I give myrtles where thorn bushes were. Hold fast to the hope you have, beloved. Beauty is being unveiled.

“Instead of the thorn bush the cypress will come up, 
And instead of the nettle the myrtle will come up, And it will be a memorial to the LORD, For an everlasting sign which will not be cut off.” -Isaiah 55:13

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