Isaiah 61:10

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I will greatly rejoice in the Lord, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me with the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decketh himself with ornaments, and as a bride adorneth herself with her jewels. — Isaiah 61:10 KJV

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I delight greatly in the Lord; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of his righteousness, as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels. — Isaiah 61:10 NIV

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Thought and Reflection

This is God’s promise to His people after their Messiah comes with healing and power to bless them with the Lord’s favor. In many ways, this is our promise as Christians. We really do rejoice greatly in light of the fact that God has conveyed us from law, sin, and death through the coming of our Savior and Lord.

Because of Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross, as God’s children we are dressed with Christ and given garments of salvation and robes of His righteousness.

My Prayer

Heavenly Father, thank You for the righteousness through Jesus. Thank you Lord Jesus, for paying the price for my sins to give me new life. Thank you, Holy Spirit, for cleansing me from my sin and empowering me to live for the Lord.

Help me Father to live in such a way that those around me know that You have made me whole and holy. In Jesus mighty name I pray. Amen.

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Alona Smith writes like she sketches—quick strokes, bold colors, no eraser. She ran a small-town art studio before VerseForTheDay invited her to swap charcoal for chapters, yet paint still flecks her keyboard. Dawn finds her barefoot on the porch, swirling watercolors across a travel Bible, letting sunrise seep into the margins. Neighbors wave as she bikes to the farmers’ market, basket rattling with sunflowers and Psalms scribbled on kraft-paper price tags.Alona trusts that Scripture behaves like clay: press your palms in, and a vessel appears where empty air once lived. Afternoon workshops with foster teens prove the point; they mold hope into coffee mugs, then watch steam carry it forward.Diplomas? Only framed sketches of hands lifted in worship. Awards? A dog-eared gratitude list taped to her fridge. Open her reflections when cynicism scratches—she’ll slide a brush into your grip and show you light hiding in the smear of everyday color.