Day 5: I AM Awaking

16 December 2015 in Arrowtown, New Zealand. Waking early to drink in God’s Living Word to me.

Thus says the Lord GOD to these bones: Behold, I will cause breath to enter you, and you shall live.

Ezekiel 37:5 ESV

Today, I bless us to take eat of the peace offering in the Presence of our God. I bless us to detach from and lay down our old life that has already died at the Cross to take eat of our new life in Christ Jesus. I bless us to sacrifice our fleshly way of seeing and thinking, our worldly truths and our life of slavery to sin and death on the altar to draw near and take eat of the Word of Life, our peace offering Himself: Jesus – our Way, Truth and Life. I bless us to please our God. I bless us to wake early in hunger and thirst to take eat of the Word of life and bear the fruit for which He was sent to us.

I bless us to come to God, believing not only that He exists but that He rewards those who earnestly seek Him. I bless us who have sown with tears to reap with songs of joy. I bless us who have taken up our Cross to follow our Jesus, who have laid down our life for others in obedience to the Holy Spirit’s promptings, to see by faith and believe that what the enemy meant for evil, God meant for good: for the saving of many.

I bless us to not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving to let our requests be made known to God, so that the peace of God that transcends our understanding may guard our hearts in Christ Jesus. I bless us to be filled by the God of hope with all joy and peace, as we trust in him, so that we may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. I bless us to see dry bones come alive in the breath of the Almighty.

There's not a day
Goes by
I don't remember
How far
You've come.

There's not a day
Goes by
I don't see
The labor pain
You've borne.

Always and ever
From the throne room
My heart's pouring out
Living waters rushing
For you to know Me more.

Ever more in My death
And resurrection
Sweet mercy
Taste now in heaven's
Dew ever glowing.

My manna's
From the sky here falling
Know there's not a day
Goes by
You're all alone.

As you Sabbath
Rest your heart
Lift my Word afresh
In your bosom hid
My honey, take eat.

My Body broken
My blood shed
Come and feast
At My table in the
New wine ever flowing.

In the tears
And groaning
See a new heart awaking
The love of the Father
No longer hidden, broken free.

In your hands I've emptied
See harmony's song
In Christ's leading thought rising
Behold: truth's kissing grace
Dove's eyes, pure blue revealing.

In Heaven's cloud opening
Tears in joy I'm reaping
Each day anew
Run your race into kairos
In Your Way
In the wilderness

See Eden in your desert
In rainclouds
All things new unfurling
See in your body

My Body

That was broken
For the joy
Set before us now:

The dry bones


When You Need a Mother’s Tender Care – Hearing The Heartbeat

In the month of May I am taking a break from public writing and sharing the posts of other bloggers that I follow that have encouraged, inspired and challenged me. May this beautiful post by Carolyn Watts bless you this Mother’s Day. Here an excerpt with the link to the whole post:

God’s mothering is not something I thought much about until the last decade or so. In Scripture, God is so prominently Father that it’s easy for God’s mothering to get lost. But God’s mothering is there, written into Scripture right from the beginning . . .

About the Author – Carolyn Watts (excerpt taken from:


For ten years, I listened daily to heartbeats. Heartbeats of babies as they were formed in the darkness. Heartbeats of their mothers, too, dreams and fears and longings. I was on holy ground, witness to the quiet creation of new life.

Ten more years have passed since illness began to keep me out of the clinic. I no longer use a stethoscope or an ultrasound machine. But still I listen. Sometimes I hear only the whisper of my own heart, the urgent longing to be fully alive. I hear that cry deep in the groans and prayers and laughter of others too.

But when I’m given the grace to be still, when the noise without and within is quieted, I hear the heartbeat of the One who knit me together and placed in me this longing for Life and Freedom. He whispers “come,” “rest,” “be whole.” He reminds me who He is and who I am. Again I find myself on holy ground, witness to the growing of new life within.


Six months after I finished my training as an obstetrician/gynaecologist, I moved to Pakistan, then on to Afghanistan where I lived for over four years, working in a little mud-brick hospital and clinic high up in the mountains (picture no running water, no xray machine, but lines and lines of beautiful and courageous – and needy – people to serve).

Then I got sick. Hardly-able-to-get-out-of-bed sick. I was diagnosed (in a way only God could have orchestrated) with a chronic illness that had gone undiagnosed since my teens. Months of rest and good treatment didn’t solve the problem and, three years after returning home from Afghanistan, I gave up my licence to practice medicine.