"O afflicted city, lashed by storms and not comforted, I will build you with stones of turquoise, your foundations with sapphires. I will make your battlements of rubies, your gates of sparkling jewels, and all your walls of precious stones. All your sons will be taught by the Lord, and great will be your children's peace." - Isaiah 54:11-13
I don't know what it is about this passage, but it has haunted me for weeks. Maybe it's because I feel like the afflicted city, lashed by storms and not comforted. Maybe it's the hope of being made beautiful once again. Maybe it's the longing for peace. Maybe it's the promise of healing and restoration.
I don't know what it is about this passage, but I am clinging to it like a toddler that clings to his parents in a large crowd. He can't see where he's going, but as long as he's holding on to the legs of his parents' trousers, it's okay.