I’m reminded this morning from Isaiah that because of Jesus’s wounds, I am healed. There is sobering reassurance in this. One, that the consequences of sin are profound. And two, of the savage will of the Lord Jesus to make it right. I don’t understand it, the holiness of God, His divine, all-living nature, that He has always existed, and that I am a created being. The only way to bridge that void is a faith in Jesus. Today, I choose to submit to Him, not truly or completely understanding, but all the same – I am totally healed, totally transformed, by His healing love.