Day 18: The Hands of Redemption

Our youngest daughter’s hand clasping beauty on our walk together to the local forest. Those precious times with her, after I surrendered my teaching job, were such a gift of redemption for me, the year after I came home to Jesus and grieved my mother’s departure to heaven. God began to show me that all I believed had been stolen from me as a little girl into adulthood, had always been held safely in His hands, and was ready to be given back to me through His free gift of faith – the redeeming work of Jesus in me.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.

Matthew 11:28 NIV

Oh! May the God of green hope fill you up with joy, fill you up with peace, so that your believing lives, filled with the life-giving energy of the Holy Spirit, will brim over with hope!

Romans 15:13 MSG

I bless us to be filled to overflowing with the Spirit of God and the hope, joy and peace that is ours in Christ Jesus. I bless our hearts and hands to open in faith and trust, by the power of Christ’s redeeming work in us. I bless us to now receive back a double portion of all the locust has eaten, the hopper, the destroyer, the cutter, the great army God sent among us.

May we see how Christ’s death on the Cross is now yielding an abundant harvest of righteousness through that very great army that God sent among us, not for evil but for good. I bless us to bless those who have rejected the Word of Jesus speaking through us, recognizing them as God’s blessing to us. May we praise God for pressing us deeper into the heart of our Father for us and for them. I bless us to let go of our idols of self and man to take ahold of the redeeming hands of Jesus and to walk into the joy and beauty for ashes He has set before us.

ALL THINGS NEW 

Behold, I am making all things new
He speaks, deep unto deep
My eyes they turn
There below.

Reeds are swaying
Rustling wind
Waters green, there below
Basket woven, her hands release.

My heart it grips
I see my own
Precious gift
From my own hands, taken.

No, not in trust
But in tight clenched hands
Lies, they ripped
Precious life, stolen.

Behold, I am making all things new
He speaks, deep unto deep
And my heart it rips
Opens wide.

And pours
Longing deep
Yearning cries: His precious gift
Returning.

Reeds are swaying
Rustling wind
Waters green, there below
Basket woven, my hands receive.

Weeping heart it flows
I see my own
Precious gift
Into my hands, returned.

Behold, I am making all things new
He speaks deep unto deep
My eyes turn to waters green
Resting now in all things: Christ REDEEMED!



“I will restore to you the years
    that the swarming locust has eaten,
the hopper, the destroyer, and the cutter,
    my great army, which I sent among you.
“You shall eat in plenty and be satisfied,
    and praise the name of the Lord your God,
    who has dealt wondrously with you.
And my people shall never again be put to shame.
“ You shall know that I am in the midst of Israel,
    and that I am the Lord your God and there is none else.
And my people shall never again be put to shame.”

Joel 2:25-27 ESV

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