Oh lovely harbinger of spring, carpeting the woodlands, reminding us of new life and beauty unseen for a year. Does one's heart good, doesn't it?
As I meditate on Isaiah 40, I am reminded of George Frederick Handel, and the wondrous way he put these words to song, proclaiming them for all the world to hear. "Comfort, O comfort my people, says your God." I'm reminded too of my iniquity pardoned, of my warfare ended, of the brevity of my life.
Mostly in Isaiah 40, I am reminded of the greatness of our God: He comes with might, He comes with tenderness, He comes with beauty and wisdom and tirelessness. This is the God we serve, this God is the one who upholds, forgives, chastens, and strengthens us so that we do not faint.
As you pray this day, be sure you pray to this God. Focus on Him, gaze on Him. Bring your petitions to this very One who does not grow weary with listening to you. "Lift up your eyes on high and see" Him (v. 26).
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