I had a vision of an ember with the last of its fire fizzling out. It became ashes and out of the ashes a beautiful fruit tree sprung up with its branches reaching into heaven.

Oh Beloved, the Lord has appointed “unto them that mourn in Zion beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the garment of heaviness, that they might be might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He might be glorified.” (Isaiah 61: 3)

Hallelujah!