Famous words- that we have probably all had prayed over us at a point of great “huh” in life- you know, those moments when you have no idea where God is taking you. I’ve been (very) slowly reading through Jeremiah and got to that verse yesterday. It struck me for the first time that when that is prophesied it comes in the context of Jeremiah saying.. actually the exile is going to be 70years, not the two or three that you want. Its in the midst of some really crazy stuff (i.e. you are going to die in exile, away from the land that you have been promised) that he says I know the plans I have for you, to prosper and not to harm, for hope and a future. How often do we expect blessing and God’s plan in the midst of our exile?
More thoughts to follow.