This Week’s Reflection
When peace becomes the fruit, not the goal.
I’ve been sitting with Isaiah 32 this week, and it’s one of those chapters that quietly rearranges you.
It begins with a promise “a king will reign in righteousness.” And the more I read it, the more I saw Jesus.
Not just in the future fulfillment, but in the here and now, reigning over the dry places of my life, calling justice to dwell in my home, planting peace as something deeper than a feeling… more like a fruit.
“The effect of righteousness will be peace,
and the result of righteousness, quietness and trust forever.” (v. 17)
That line keeps echoing for me. Because if I’m honest, I’ve spent a lot of time chasing peace as if it were something I had to manufacture, something I had to get right in order to deserve. But Isaiah reminds us: peace isn’t something we strive for. It’s something that grows when we let God reign.
It comes when we stop gathering in fear, stop building in our own strength, and let the Spirit be poured out on the dry ground.
So here’s my journal prompts for the week:
Am I letting peace be the fruit, or am I trying to force it as a goal?
What does it look like for justice and righteousness to dwell in my home?
Where in my life does God want to exchange striving for stillness?
If you’ve been in a wilderness: emotionally, spiritually, even practically, Isaiah 32 holds a quiet promise:
“The wilderness becomes a fruitful field.”
Not because we fixed it. But because He reigns.
Come sit with me in this passage, and let’s ask God to rain down on the dry places again.
Scripture for the Week
“My people will live free from worry
in secure homes and quiet resting places.”Isaiah 32:18 (TPT)
Prayer for Rain on Dry Ground
Heavenly Father, make us women who dwell secure
Not in comfort or control, but in trust.
Let us be women at rest, women who wait in quietness and confidence.
Not because we have it all together,
but because we know the One who holds all things together.
When fear rises, calm us.
When we strive, still us.
When the enemy whispers that our work is unseen or unworthy,
remind us that You see everything.
And You are building something eternal in the hidden places.
Let us rise as women of wisdom,
who see clearly and listen deeply,
whose hearts are aligned with heaven,
and whose hands are open to serve.
We love You, Lord.
Reign in our hearts, and rain on the dry ground.
Amen.
