and this time her tears were from a different place , a deeper place . they seemed to have an infinite source and though they paralyzed her , this was a peaceful paralysis ; she was not afraid and let them come .
pur tears . honest tears .
where before the floods had been violent , ripping her open , creating gorges within her , these waters were pure ; pure in motive , cleansing her as they flowed , a mighty filling of every empty place . they did not wreck her , erode her or decay , ripping through carelessly and apathetic to their destruction ; calloused to whoever they lay to waste .
these waters are mighty , gently , they come with vengeance but of a different kind , they do not come to ruin but to rest , filling every depth and crevice .
they come to stay , filling to the brim , claiming their territory . none can move them . none dare try .
they settle in with an unshakeable calm , immoveable stillness and crystal clear clarity from the surface to their infinite , abounding core - none can find .
it is a safe assurance .
there are worlds below them , thriving within them , bursting from them and soaring above them .
beyond recognition . all things new .
something - everything - from nothing .
no place off limits . endless discovery . . .
surely goodness and faithfulness will surround her and abound within her all the days of her life .
His heart her Home . welcome child .
Abba
The Lord will surely comfort Zion and will look with compassion on all her ruins ; he will make her deserts like Eden , her wastelands like the garden of the Lord . Joy and gladness will be found in her , thanksgiving and the sound of singing .
Isaiah 55 : 3
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