Because He is, was, does. [Glorious Fast - Part VIII]

"Then shall thy light break forth as the morning,

and thine health shall spring forth speedily:

and thy righteousness shall go before thee;

and the glory of the LORD shall [go behind thee]

Then shalt thou call, and the LORD shall answer;

thou shalt cry and He shall say

'Here I am!'

Then shall thy light rise in obscurity

and thy darkness be as the noon day:

And the LORD shall guide thee continually,

and satisfy thy soul in drought.

And thou shalt be like a watered garden

and like a spring of water, whose waters fail not.

And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places...

and thou shalt be called

'The repairer of the breach'"

Enough said. 

Light, and strength, and holiness. 

A front runner and a rear guard. 

A new name out of nowhere. 

A confident step. A satisfied soul.

An unfailing spring.

A rebuilder of dreams? 

God's dreams?

How can that even be?

Surely there must be more. 

More than brokenness. More than choosing to go hungry.

More than gut wrenching chain-cutting.

More than mercy with power to undo.

More than banishing fear with love.

More than following Him back to finish off my tormentors.

More than giving away my only slice of bread.

More than opening my arms to hold what's dying,

         to see it raised up, or love it till it's gone.

I mean, that's a lot. But that can't be all.

No, it isn't all. There's one more thing.

To realize that after all this, I'm still nothing, will always be nothing.

And I'm saved, and I get to help save, 

because He is, was, does, all this.

"Is this not the fast that I have chosen?"

Yes. 

And I choose it too.