Those the Lord has rescued will return. They will enter Zion with singing; everlasting joy will crown their heads. Gladness and joy will overtake them, and sorrow and sighing will flee away. “I, even I, am he who comforts you.” Isa. 51:11-12
Dear heavenly Father, I bless and adore you for the hope these promises bring today. As this day begins, I choose to remember I’ve already been ransomed and rescued, by Jesus for you. I was bought out of sin, condemnation, and death; and brought into your secure welcome eternal embrace. Thankfully, I’m no longer my own. I’m yours, and you love me because you love me, period.
All captivities—the ones I’ve generated and those brought upon me by others—all of them, are broken in Jesus. No imprisonment, no bondage, no stronghold will keep me from arriving safely home in the New Jerusalem.
Indeed, Lord Jesus, you are our promised Jubilee—our eternal year of the Lord’s favor. Though we’ll only fully enjoy this freedom when you return, it’s no less ours right now. The saints in heaven are happier than us, but they’re not more loved or more secure; they’re more aware of your beauty and sovereignty, but they’re not greater beneficiaries than we are.
My imagination goes into overload mode, when I try to picture what it’s going to be like when we, your Bride, are “crowned with everlasting joy.” I know what it feels like to be overtaken by guilt …
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