Today is a day that I dreamed of, but one I have often worried would never come to pass.
This afternoon I visited one of my dearest friends in hospital after giving birth to her little man named Ezra.
If you knew my friends journey, you would be completely overwhelmed at the perfection her husband and her united produced. Ezra Vincent Penny.
A precious life, a statement of perfection, Gods masterpiece.
See I met Ezras mum when she was 15, nearly a decade ago. She was a shy, artistic, delightful specimen that doubted a lot, but loved life regardless.
Her tale turned dark quickly and heart breakingly and the journey we traversed together was often sad, often hard but always hopeful. (even when she lost hope, I never did)
All afternoon I have had this scripture bombarding my heart from Is 61:3
To all who mourn in Israel, he will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair. In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks that the LORD has planted for his own glory.
Today I saw the fulfillment of this scripture, the faithfulness of promise, the crowing of hope.
From the ashes of her life, a new life has been born. Beauty has arisen from her ashes and my heart is overwhelmed with promise and hope.
Today was a dream realised for my beautiful friend, her husband and her new family created and finished with Ezra.
I am so proud of who she has become.
I am so proud of the ashes she has risen from.
I am so proud that she never gave up.
I believe beauty is being created from your ashes. Whatever we lose is being reformed daily.
Are you standing in the midst of ashes, grief, heart break and sorrow?
I believe beauty is being birthed.
He brings beauty from our ashes.