Isaiah 46


Listen to Me, you stubborn-hearted
I will carry you.
Be still and hear, you rebellious
I love you.
Though you stumble in the dark
lugging your idols around
Though you close your eyes
and put your fingers in your ears
when I am speaking to you
Though you hide your pet addictions under the bed
and protect your favorite sins like a toddler with candy
listen to Me
I still love you.
I will carry you.
I will never leave you or forsake you.
I will bring you Home
I will pursue you, hedge you in, and guide you always.
And I will capture your heart.
Who is safe from the power of the Love of a holy God?

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