Wither the grass?

(reflection on the pray-as-you-go podcast for 12/12/2006, on Isaiah 40:1-9)

We bloom.

We fade.

We rise anew and are soon trampled.

No matter. The true promise is joy in God's presence, which swallows up our inconstancy and spits it out whole.

It's our fragile nature as grass that magnfies the heights we have to climb and the depths of the valleys. But if we can accept the comfort of God's perspective they are leveled in the context of the destination, the glory of the Lord revealed.

Debts paid. Broken relationships restored. Why is this comfort so hard to really accept?

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