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  • Writer's pictureTaryn D

Brace for Impact

Updated: Feb 6

My sister, look upon the horizon . . . do you see?

In the spirit, upon a horizon, I see a great swell of water, gathering like a shadow. The shoreline is being drawn back by the horizon, revealing the ocean floor – once a garden, teeming with life, now muddy, silent and still.

That is the stench of sin, he says with great pain. Idolatry mixed with worship.

My heart breaks, as I realize that this is what has been left as an offering on the altar for our Lord.

Do not be among the faint-hearted. Be like the oak tree, strong, because it is firmly and decisively planted by streams of water. Meditate on my Word, day and night, and my loving water will revive you. There are terrible things to come. But though the nations rage and the storm thunders, I keep in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on me. So, strengthen the weak hands, and make firm the feeble knees. Build yourselves up in your most holy faith. Do not fear. Those who are in me shall be strong, for I am your mighty one.


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