Where rebellion leaves ashes, Jehovah plants a world of joy.

Even in ashes, Zion is not abandoned; she is clay in the hands of her Redeemer.

They will be called big trees of righteousness, the planting of Jehovah.

I reside in the high and holy place, but also with those crushed and lowly in spirit.

I wasted away— and yet still I listened.

The fire that purifies and the fire that consumes are the same flame. The ax awaits where arrogance flourishes.

A coal touched his lips, and a warning touched the world.

When light is rejected, what is chosen—is the darkness.

Every descent into ruin begins with forgetting who we are.

We are not meant to crave the king’s delicacies, but to crave understanding.