I awoke from a dream. I was flying home. The wind wailed on my wings, and my strength was waning. And I knew wherefrom rescue would come, but I scarcely called. Then the sun’s rays fell upon me there. Raining, reigning…(and to the ground) a sobering descent. From the dust I’m sure my voice was heard on desolate heights, weeping (Jeremiah 3:21). «Break up your fallow groundand do not sow among thorns» (Jeremiah 4:3). «You shall call me, «My Father,» and not turn away from me» (Jeremiah 3:19). As my Father has cared for me to this end (Matthew 10:29-31), how much more will He care for you? O Israel, return (Jeremiah 3&4).
