It's glorious

Updated: Jan 19

For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.

Isaiah 43:19 NLT


I am here working on the "new." You should see it. It is a completely new direction. It is a path that winds through once impenetrable forest.


What once did not have even a drop of rain to refresh it, now has quick rivers flowing immensely through it.

The wild animals in the fields will thank me, the jackals and owls, too, for giving them water in the desert. Yes, I will make rivers in the dry wasteland so my chosen people can be refreshed.

Isaiah 43:20 NLT


The wildlife will thank me and drink endlessly. These same waters will refresh the people I love.

I have made Israel for myself, and they will someday honor me before the whole world.

Isaiah 43:21 NLT


The country of people who I have chosen will reflect their adoration on me one day. How must God also see us. Will we reflect adoration one day? I saw this in my mom who recently began to say "How glorious!" about Jesus. How glorious was not my mom's usual words.


I'm sitting here broken today after church. I'm sitting here after a rough Sunday with blood sugar. Roughly one week since my mom went to heaven.


But my mom held my hand during the last song. We made apologies. I told her I was sorry if I was not respectful always.


She said she was sorry if she was not always there for me. She and I found a peaceful moment in which she reminded me of her impression of heaven... And said "it is glorious!"


Enjoy mom!


Un-BlahhG author, Caroline Cardwell spends her days caring for children as a therapist and engagement specialist at a local school, chasing four children at home and growing her home based health business. Did we mention that she and her husband, JD Cardwell, also began a church with ah-mazing leaders and a tribe they adore.

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