At that time it will be said to this people and to Jerusalem, "A hot wind from the bare heights in the desert toward the daughter of my people, not to winnow or cleanse, a wind too full for this comes for me. Now it is I who speak in judgment upon them." Behold, he comes up like clouds; his chariots like the whirlwind; his horses are swifter than eagles - woe to us, for we are ruined!
~ Jeremiah 4:11-13
Originally this was written about an enemy coming to physically destroy them. But I think it's also about God coming to ruin us. His wind is not coming to spot check and trim around the edges. No, He is coming to obliterate. Woe to our plans, our preconceived notions, our neat little boxes, because God is about to forever ruin them with His love, His mercy, His kindness, His goodness, His power. Ruin me, O God! Ruin me for any other pleasure this world has to offer. Now that I've tasted Your sweet love, nothing else will ever be able to compete.
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