12 “Yet even now,” declares the Lord,
“return to me with all your heart,
with fasting, with weeping, and with mourning;
13 and rend your hearts and not your garments.”
Return to the Lord your God,
for he is gracious and merciful,
slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love;
and he relents over disaster.
Would that I believe the Lord is slow to anger, abounding in steadfast love. He isn't waiting to punish me, and He doesn't view me merely as a screw up who wastes His time. He sees me in my place of most desperate need, meeting me there and singing love over me. Precious, precious love.
Love.
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