Thornbush Lives. (Isaiah 33:10-13)

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Our lives are either fuel for the fire or lush, pruned, branches from The Rich Vine. We are either grafted in by faith, believing that JESUS IS Who He Says He Is, or we let hurt and cold hearts keep us from believing for even just a moment, "What if I really am worth that kind of love." Because *you* are. You, reader, are made of starlight and stardust, worth more than the whole of the cosmos several times over, and loved just as such, that you need not be separated from that love anymore. You need not live an eternity in exile outside the Garden anymore. You can call Paradise your home.

We get to live it. Dead wood can only damage the plant and harm what could be growing if it is not removed. By Grace we are grafted into the family of Israel; we sit at Abraham's table. Not bound by law! Saved by Grace. Our hearts are either flexible to HIM or they are hardened like pharaoh. We either live as emissaries of peace or end up as deadwood in the fire. Living from the love we are shown, not trying to get it right, rather rejoicing that HE has made us right with HIM.

If we turn to HIM HE will do, HE doesn't push, doesn't force, HE simply IS and waits for us to respond, HE IS Kind, HE IS KING; not a King as the world knows the word, King as Justice, Love, Grace, Mercy, and Truth as we have never known but through HIM.