Part 7: Chapter 1 – Day 1 Drops of Glory

Welcome to Day 1 of Part 7′s Chapter 1 of Arise and Shine. Today, Bettie is bringing forward the first free will offering of onyx stones and other gem stones.

The pages of my Mother’s writings were scattered throughout her room. The task seemed too daunting, struggling with the heavy emotions that choked my throat, as I tried to gather up the fragments of her life. She had gone to Heaven just days before, and I only had days in which to help my family sort through her remaining possessions for us all to share.

There in folders and envelopes in her drawers lay the half-finished manuscripts of her life story. Three different folders, all with the same title, “This is my Story, This is my Song,” lying barely started, waiting for something unknown to finish them. “Why did she start these three separate times? Why didn’t she even try to write a second chapter?” These were the unanswered questions that lay buried in my own heart as I tucked them away in a bin for safe keeping, waiting for the next 11 years. Until I opened the bin and read her words again in an autumn day so many years later.

It was the same autumn that I sat staring at a manuscript left unfinished of my own stories. What did HE expect us to do with these stories, anyway? Why put within us the urge to write when it felt like nothing could be done with those words? I felt my Mother’s questions being passed down to me.

But in the background, I heard a voice gently calling, a song spurring me on to sing along:

Come! Sing it again!
The Master called out
from the city's din
But my words were covered
only a choking breath.

Come! Sing it again!
The Master called out
by the water's edge
But my words were soaked
only a muffled sob.

Come! Sing it again!
The Master called out
through the forest glade
But my words were stilled
only a whispered plea.

A choking breath
A muffled sob
A whispered plea

The Master heard all
And once again called
Come! Sing it again!
Joyfully bringing up from

The melody lingered
As the story came forth
A tune from the city,
the water,
the forest
All for His Glory
The song of His LOVE,
The jewels of His heart.


He said to His disciples, gather the pieces that are left over, let nothing be wasted.”John 6:12 NIV

And I heard my Master speaking to me, echoing through the centuries, the same words that He gave to His disciples after His miracle of filling. His Grace is over-full in the breaking. And His instructions are clear, nothing will be wasted in the breaking and the filling when God’s story is written in our lives.

On those darkest of days, when the breaking clouds feel the heaviest upon us, what if we could see that His clouds of rain are ready to burst open upon us, from within the darkness?

He made darkness his covering, his canopy around him, thick clouds dark with water. (Psalm 18:11)

And in the breaking open, our Dear Master Gardener, the Shepherd of our souls is tending the garden that is our heart:

James 5:7-8 Be patient, therefore, brothers, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient about it, until it receives the early and the late rains. You also, be patient. Establish your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is at hand.

Isaiah 45:8 “Shower, O heavens, from above, and let the clouds rain down righteousness; let the earth open, that salvation and righteousness may bear fruit; let the earth cause them both to sprout; I the Lord have created it.

On that autumn day, as I held my Mother’s writing in my hands, I realized she lived out her story before us. God caused nothing of her testimony to be wasted, as He brought forth the breaking clouds of the autumn rains in her life. 

She always told me she could not “carry a tune in a bucket,” and yet she chose the title “This is my Story, This is my Song.” She sang her song as she prayed and loved each of us. Nothing was wasted in the breaking and gathering of the Lord’s grace in her life.

And the jewels of God’s building were gathered among us, those of us for whom she prayed and loved, as:

“He sent out his (AB) arrows and scattered them;
    he flashed forth lightnings and (AC) routed them.” (Psalm 18:14)

My mother blessed us as she knelt in humility with her prayers and with her life. Through each hemming in with chronic illness, God turned what the enemy meant for evil into life and more life for our family and for many more. And He continues to do so through my mother’s living testimony in our midst.

The jewels of God’s blessings have flashed among us for a lifetime. And now He asks us to join Him in singing the prayers and testimonies He is weaving in our new places. 

Can you see the jewels flashing in the breaking and lightening strikes scattered around you? Can you hear the song echoing around your heart?

Dear Heavenly Father,

Thank You for this beautiful time of year when we rejoice over the coming autumn rains of our great Lord and Shepherd. We are astounded at the Living Water that You have over-abundantly given to us. 

We are overwhelmed at the Glory of Your presence that has shadowed us, even and especially through the trials and dark times of our lives. Will You help us as we face these breaking  storms upon us now, to remember that You have always been so faithful to us?

Will You help us to gather the pieces left over from these breaking times?  And will You cause us to see the grace of Your presence right here, wasting not one drop of the glories that You have woven into our stories?  Thank You for these glorious jewels, Your dear children, that You have planted so deeply into our songs.

We praise You for the wondrous love that You have sung over us.

In the name of Your son, Jesus, we pray,


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