The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, because the LORD has anointed me to proclaim good
news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the
captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor
and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who
grieve in Zion—to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of
mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor.
They will rebuild the ancient ruins and restore the places long devastated; they will renew the
ruined cities that have been devastated for generations.
Strangers will shepherd your flocks; foreigners will work your fields and vineyards.
And you will be called priests of the LORD; you will be named ministers of our God.
You will feed on the wealth of nations, and in their riches you will boast.
Instead of your shame you will receive a double portion, and instead of disgrace you will rejoice
in your inheritance. And so you will inherit a double portion in your land, and everlasting joy will
be yours. Isaiah 61:1-7 NIV
I am standing, and staring, at a threshold. A threshold by definition is a sill or doorway. It’s an entrance
point to a house. In this case, it’s my house. Even these first few typed words are giving way to what I
know God is calling me to do. He wants me to open the door to my house. To the place behind the veil,
where Jesus has done, and is doing, some of His best work.
This is a place of obedience. I have to write. I cant not. Although I am not sure where to start or where
it will end, I am sure I need to write. I suppose this will be a testimony of sorts to the power of God. To
the working of His Holy Spirit in me, a sinner. But maybe more than that it will be a testimony to the
authority of God who enables and requires us to do the things we most resist.
This is a story of a little girl lost, then found. One whose heart has been bound up and set free. One who
has been released from darkness in order to proclaim the goodness of her God. This is a story of the
recovery of sight, the rebuilding of ancient ruins, and the joy of an unknown inheritance.
This has been a long time coming and I am afraid. I am afraid of starting. I am afraid of stopping. And I
am afraid of everything in between. Here’s the thing the Lord has taught me about fear…its OK to have
it. Its just not ok for it to have you. It seems to me a marker for what I must do in order that God has
more of me than my enemy does.
I’m reminded. Be strong and very courageous, and obey. Do not be afraid, for I am with you. If I am for
you, who can come against you?
I will do this afraid.