Part 4: Chapter 2 – Day 3: Deaf and Mute No More

Welcome to Day 3 of Part 4‘s Chapter 2. Today, Anna is bringing forward our 3rd free will offering of scarlet thread – the cleansing blood of Christ.

Months ago I read about Joni Eareckson Tada visiting the pools of Bethesda. Just after she was paralysed the story of Jesus healing the lame man of 38 years old at these pools, caused her to cry out to Jesus to not pass her by, but to heal her also.

But now, so many years later, she saw that even though she was still paralysed, God had in fact answered her cry. She realized what she had seen as His withholding all those years ago was in fact His miraculous giving. For, now she awakes daily, crying out for God to sustain her and to live and love through her. Her paralysis – her weakness – invites her daily into God’s perfecting power. As Joni leans upon her Rock and Redeemer, it’s truly no longer Joni who lives, but Christ who lives in and through her, daily, by the power of His Spirit at work in her.

Now, I recognize that God has been longing to give me the same gift He has been giving Joni: through a different kind of paralysis. Paralysis from triggers of trauma. I can see how God’s withholding of immediate healing (from Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder), has in fact been His heart-wrenching gift of mercy to me.

Just like a good Father, He wants me to learn to exercise my own free will. He wants me to love Him and others, because I experientially know His love for me. And as I walk through triggers of trauma, these triggers are what are inviting me to lean into His perfect love for me.

Choosing to receive that perfect love, is what is casting out the enemy’s accusations and condemnation of me, piece by piece. Accusations and condemnation that I once received as God’s rejection of me. Now, God is empowering me to walk into the light: to speak the truth in love, to confess my sins freely and to boast in my weakness.

Through each trigger God has been declaring me a Temple of His Holy Spirit and His beloved child. Each shaking is forcing me to directly face the accusations of the enemy that I once agreed to, so that this time, clothed in the experential knowledge of God’s love for me, I might release these accusations to walk into Christ’s cleansing love and grace.

This is pretty much a daily occurrence for me. Even just the other night, the LORD convicted my heart of a situation I had allowed fear to guide me into hiding His light in me. But as I laid that crippling fear before Him, He gave me a spirit of power and a sound mind. He clothed me in His thinking. He changed my mind (caused me to repent), as He lifted away my fear of man’s rejection and enabled me to speak up, clothed in His love and acceptance of me.

Funnily, that morning I had sat with the verse “We love Him, because He first loved us.” (1 John 4:19) and I had invited God to show me how He loved me, that I might love Him as He loves me. I now see how that very repentance He led me to was His answer to my prayer. Through this experience God reminded me that nothing is impossible for those who believe.

Mark 9:23 (ESV) tells us: And Jesus said to him, “‘If you can’! All things are possible for one who believes.” Jesus said this in response to a request for healing from a mute and deaf spirit. I can empathize with the boy who was afflicted with this spirit. For, trauma can paralyse you in a similar way – it can close your ears to God’s Word and close your mouth from declaring the Good News, binding you in a constant state of wakeful hypervigilance, as you choose to sow unto the flesh and not unto the Spirit.

Beautifully, PTSD is in fact the body recalling past trauma in a more rested state, giving us a fresh opportunity to process past traumatic events in a healthy way – to this time agree with God’s Word to us and to release the enemy’s accusations against us, as we repent and seek God’s cleansing. God sends those triggers, not to harm us, but to open our ears to receive His Word and to open our mouths to speak what He has given us to speak.

Through daily triggers God is in fact waking me up to His love. He is inviting me into His healing and wholeness, as He declares me His own, through every trigger that comes. As fear shakes me, He reminds me, just as He did that boy’s father, that all things are possible for the one who believes. He invites me to walk in the fear of the LORD, as He cleanses me of my sin and lifts away my every fear.

Now I know that PTSD is in fact a gift from God. He refused to allow me to remain tethered to the enemy’s accusations that I agreed to as a little girl. Accusations that have silenced His beautiful Voice in me for so long. Now, He is inviting me afresh, in a more rested and filled with His Word state, to clothe myself in the truth that I might once again speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves.

But now, as I begin to speak up for those whose voices have been silenced by trauma, I do so as one who knows what it is to have had her own voice stolen and restored. And so, I am filled with such overwhelming hope and a faith built no longer upon my own ability to bring about what my heart aches for, but a faith built upon the solid Rock of my God – a God I know to be faithful and true to His every Word.

No, God never condemns His children in their weakness, but runs toward them with open arms. He invites us to run our race clothed in His strength, as our own strength gives way. Paralysis is a gift. It is the thorn in my side that is teaching me to die to myself and to live unto Christ.

There have been times in the past, both as a kid and an adult, where speaking up in response to God’s prompting has led to deep rejection and wounding to my heart. It is in that place, as my cries for mercy for those who cannot speak up for themselves were left unanswered by fellow believers, that I began to clothe myself in the accusations of the enemy.

But what God has been tenderly teaching me through more recent experiences of man’s rejection, is that I can always trust His heart. I can trust His heart of love and mercy toward me, toward those He has asked me to speak up for and toward those who are rejecting His Word in me. Man’s rejection is not God’s rejection of the very Word HE has given me to sow – that He and not I – may bring the fruit in His beautiful timing. Just as He did more than twenty years after I had spoken up as a little girl for my traumatized little adopted brother.

I now know that where that speaking up – that living in the light – causes people to turn their back on me, that this is in fact also God’s love for me. For, through this kind of rejection, God is inviting me into a deeper knowing of His heart of love and mercy for me and for His Body.

Yes, those whom God loves, He also disciplines. Hebrews 12:11 (ESV) reminds us: “For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.” The painful discipline I let drive me down a Prodigal path as a child, as I clothed myself in the enemy’s accusations and chose to idolize my parents as God, is now reaping the fruit for which it was originally sent, as I am now choosing to take up my Cross to follow Jesus, and not the enemy.

As the enemy has come prowling afresh, God has given me the choice to accept the accusations of condemnation against me, or to depart under a new authority – His authority. Beautifully that is what “go” also means, when Jesus commands us to go and bear fruit that abides: to depart under a new authority. Now, empowered by His grace, through my falling and getting back up again, I am learning to walk into the light and to fully release those He asks me to into His hands.

My old thinking told me I was doing “the right” and “godly” thing, by remaining silent to avoid confrontation and division – which is also what was expected of me by those around me. But God’s Word at work in me compelled me to change my mind and speak up. He showed me that there is no peace and no unity in the Body apart from Him and that true wholeness in fact only comes through the sword of life. Through the Word of God being wielded, as we open our mouths to speak up for those who cannot speak up for themselves.

Yes, Love (God) delights in the truth – in our speaking of the truth to each other in love, and in confessing our sins and weakness freely before one another. Love does not delight in our hiding and pretending that we might remain “acceptable” to one another. And where that truth sets us apart from each other, it does so only to ultimately put us back together – no longer unequally and heavily yoked to one another – but equally and lightly yoked to Christ alone, who makes us One in the Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

Jesus also reminded the disciples, who tried to heal the boy with the mute and deaf spirit in their own strength, that even the most stubborn spirits that cripple our loved ones can still be cast out. How? Through our own abiding in the Vine, as we choose to seek God in prayer and fasting to hear and obey His Spirit’s leading, from moment to moment. And that will more often than not asks us to lay down our life for another – to become as nothing to them that we might lift up the Name of Jesus in their midst.

Here is a short clip of Joni’s testimony to God’s daily saving grace. May it bless you, as it did me:

Will you join me, as I finish in prayer?

Father, thank You for loving us first. Today, I ask You to show us afresh how You love us, that we might love You, just as You love us. In Jesus’ precious Name, Amen.

Part 3: Chapter 2 – Day 3: The Greatest of these is Love

Welcome to Day 3 of Part 3‘s Chapter 2 of Arise and Shine. Today, Anna is sharing our third free will offering of goats’ hair (cursed sin offering) in a testimony to Christ’s mercy flowing in and through her Mum’s life and legacy of love. You can also listen to today’s post in the recording below.

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing. 1 Corinthians 13:1-3 (ESV)

When we buried my Mum, I glorified her as my idol of perfection and sacrificial living. But in the years since saying goodbye to her, more than anything, I’ve come to treasure her open confessions of sin and weakness in her final weeks on earth. It is the truth of Christ having become my cursed sin offering that I have most needed to deep down know, just as my Mum did in those final weeks especially.

When my Mum was dying, she shared of her failure to set and keep healthy boundaries, and how it damaged her emotional and physical well-being, inevitably also impacting her ability to parent us kids, as she would have liked to. She impressed upon my heart not to follow the “bad example I was to you girls”, to prioritize my own health and well-being as a mother, so I could parent my girls well. This piece of advice has so often encouraged me to listen to the Holy Spirit’s gentle and grace-filled promptings, to surrender my religious striving and to enter the rest of God.

My Mum also shared of having failed my little adopted brother. She spoke of her regrets in punishing him, when in hindsight, what he had needed most in that place of rebellion was someone who stilled to notice what lay beneath: the trauma and heartache of his past. But in her own pain and frustration, as this little boy she longed to bond with and love as her own continually rejected her moves toward him in love, her heart had hardened.

My heart still grieves for my little brother, as he continues to heal, but now, I also see the beauty God brought through the unfulfilled ache my Mum carried for so many years. For, my Mum reached out to love and care for numerous other little children that others couldn’t cope with, in the years thereafter. She was known as the preschool teacher to give the “difficult kids” to. And she was also known for coming alongside the parents of these “difficult” kids. Several of the parents of these kids were going through really hard things themselves, many of them being solo-Moms.

I have no doubt that the ache in her heart from her experiences with my little brother drove her to give love in places she never would have otherwise gone. I believe this ache compelled her to love children and parents the world had turned their back on and to study counseling in her final years on earth. Something that also encouraged me to seek help, when I first began to experience the symptoms of Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Through that diploma programme, God also opened my Mum’s eyes to see my little brother’s rebellion with new eyes in her final months on earth. She wept and wept in repentance, watching films of children who went through similar trauma to my little brother. My brother had spent his first fifteen months in an orphanage in Romania, being given up mere days after his birth.

She shared how her course exposed her to these videos, the very counseling course she had chosen to do to help others. However, when she received her diploma in her final months on earth, she shared in her graduation speech that she hadn’t realized how much healing her own heart had needed. But I believe God always did.

Beautifully the brain cancer she suffered from in her final months, took away her social filter and in fact helped her to speak up boldly and seek restoration. My little brother’s heart opened wide to receive the grace he had so longed for. And he in turn extended it to my Mum also, in great thankfulness to God.

That lifted social filter also helped my Mum to speak the truth to someone whose actions had placed our family in a very stressful situation, upon our return from the mission field. All those years the betrayal she had felt had deeply hurt her heart, just as many other things had done that she had chosen to sweep under the carpet to “do the right thing”. My Mum showed me the importance of God’s command to us through His Word, not to sweep things under the carpet to be “good Christians”, but to let the sword of truth bring true peace and not a worldly peace, built upon hiding behind masks.

As Ephesians 4:25 (ESV) puts it:

Therefore, laying aside falsehood, speak truth each one of you with his neighbor, for we are members of one another.

Now, I am learning to put her example of true godly peace making into action. It has been an incredibly painful experience at times, even leading to a loss of some friendships. But I am also seeing how it is reaping the fruit of true peace in my heart and in my relationships.

I am seeing what a gift it is, not just to me, but to those who genuinely love me, when I choose to be real, rather than the “good girl”. It has also encouraged others to be honest with me, giving me the opportunity to grow up in the truth and grace of God.

And the friendships I have lost have truly been God’s gift also. They have opened my eyes to God’s protection of my heart, to His safe boundaries for me and my family and they have drawn me closer to God. Through each loss, God has encouraged me to bring my pain and every accusation of the enemy before Him, to allow Him to comfort me, cleanse me of all sin and to root me in the Promises of His Word.

It has been a slow process with this stubborn and slow learner. At times I have allowed the pain to compel me to turn back to “try and fix” things that God has commanded me to surrender fully into His hands. Thankfully, God gave me a husband whose strength is speaking the truth in love.

Slowly, I am learning to trust God’s living Word to me, above my own thinking, as He is transforming my mind to think like Him. The Holy Spirit is revealing the Word to me from moment to moment, helping me to set aside my religious thinking that would have me numb my pain, strive in pride and pretend to “be good”. The Holy Spirit is prompting me instead, through Scripture, to come boldly before the throne of grace in my time of need and to surrender myself and others into His hands.

God worked most powerfully in and through my Mum, when she was at her weakest. As she lay dying, unable to speak, eat or even wink, love poured out of her, through the palpable peace of God covering her. A peace that God used to open my own blinded Prodigal eyes to His love and mercy for me and my family.

As God went about healing my Mum’s heart in quiet and unseen ways, He was also busy healing others through her and He continues to do so today: through her very much living testimony to His love and grace. My Mum’s life shows me that when we give our lives to Jesus, it’s no longer we who live, but Christ who lives in and through us. Through us sinful and broken people who only see but in part on this earth. For, Christ’s life and love continually flows into and out of us, in ways I don’t think we will fully comprehend until heaven. But isn’t this foretaste already so glorious!

On Mum’s tomb stone, my Dad had the following quote inscribed from a dear friend of theirs: “When you were with Margaret, you knew you were loved.” And that love of God that poured out of my Mum, especially in her open confession of sin and weakness and her truth telling, is still wrapping around me as a warm blanket today.

It encourages me in my own weakness and sin, to draw near, to be honest and to choose to feel and process my emotions and experiences at the feet of Jesus. Yes, true love – Jesus and His Presence with us – never ends. Not even death can silence His Voice nor the steadfast assurance we have in Christ Jesus of seeing our loved ones again.

So, now, I do not make as much of my Mum’s sacrificial living as a missionary, pastor’s wife and as someone who poured herself out to help so many others in their need. I see her greatest legacy not being her sacrifice as a missionary or ministry worker, nor even her sacrifice as a Mom of six children (and that was no mean feat!), but rather, Christ’s atoning sacrifice for her and for our family in our weakness and need. For, Christ, our Potter, is still to this day making something beautiful of His jars of clay through His legacy of love in my Mum that shall never end.

2 Corinthians 4:7 (ESV) But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.

Part 3: Chapter 1 – Day 2: The Jealous Flames of Love

Welcome to Day 2 of Part 3‘s Chapter 1. Today, Anna is sharing a free will offering of incense through a devotional testimony, including a poem and prayer.

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
    and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,
    and the flame shall not consume you. Isaiah 43:2 (ESV)

At my baptism, after a long Prodigal journey home, I promised God I would follow Him anywhere, whatever the cost. Little did I realize where He would lead me, mere weeks later. 

Strapped to the altar again
In this obedience
I dread
I'm tethered and taut.

Pouring confession
Of sin and fears
Of horrid pain
In seeping wounds.

Burying myself deep
In shame I cringe
At who I believe I am
A mess, laid bare.

As I began to step out in faith, the enemy hurled accusations at me. As I reached out, confessing my weakness and sins openly before Christian leaders, the enemy worked through them to affirm my old identity. 

What I didn’t yet see was that God was allowing every attack, every rejection and every back turning toward me, for my good. For, every stripping was permitted to humble me in my pride. Tenderly and patiently, Jesus has been laboring in me to uproot my faith in myself and in man, to replant my longings and affections in the good and soft soil of His heart. 

But in my pouring out
You lift my eyes to truth
My striving dies
Your Face to see.

Eyes of love
My face in light cascade
My weak and feeble frame
In warmth You bathe.

The tears now flow
Released in streams
My heart unburdened,
Bare.

Oh no
Not broken mess
But Christ in me
The Eagle freed.

Your Voice
Upon this altar cries
"Sin and shame
Are not your name.

"For not you
But I have chosen
And appointed you
To go and bear much fruit.

"Now go: depart under
A new authority
Be cleansed to see
The pure as pure."

Even as I have repeatedly stumbled in my pride, returning to bow before my idols and muddying my vision (Proverbs 25:26), God has not left my side. Christ has continually moved in to avenge His elect, lovingly training me in righteousness. He has been like He commanded Hosea to be unto Gomer. He has refused to let me go.

He has separated me from my idols, hemmed me in on all sides and showered me in kindness to lead me to repentance. He has been taking the truth of my redemption, my “buying back”, from my head to my heart (Hebrews 10:16). Piece by piece.

Where sacrifice 
Of pain
On altar strapped
To die, I see.

You lift my gaze
To see
Your face
In mine.

In the fear of losing my precious Savior, I followed Him where I, at first, didn’t want to go. For, what He has asked me to do has so often directly contradicted what I think is “right” and “good”. 

But it’s then, in dying to my own thinking and plans to obey His will that I have discovered that He has in fact been taking me where my heart has truly longed to go: deeper and deeper into His searching and knowing. I now know the jealous flames of His love, and the stripping of His Word, have been sent, not to destroy me, but to circumcise my heart and open my eyes to His never-forsaking Presence with me.

All along, He has been leading me into receiving His reputation (Shem) in my humbling, His Name of power and majesty (Yah) in my weakness and His light (nihe’ra) of truth, love and grace in the darkness of my sin and hiding. 

Shem yah nihe'ra 
Your renown, Your Name
Your gold glowing
You're shining bright in me.

No longer I
But Christ in me I see
Your burning coals
My heart and lips have freed.

A JOY
My heart explodes
A waterfall of grace
Splashing on my face

Lifting the weight of my sin, pain and sorrow, through all the stripping and burning, He has been inviting me to celebrate His life and breath at work in me. To believe Him when He says that it is no longer I but He – Christ- who lives in me. To believe Him when He sees that there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus and that I may come boldly before the throne of grace in my time of need.

My broken walls
You have rebuilt
Salvation and deliverance
Are in You.

Hemmed in
Your nail-pierced hands
Your palm
Upon my head.

No, I shall not lie
In a bed of shame
But rise to follow You
Into the light.

It is not me, but CHRIST who is yielding up my fleshly desires for His life giving breath. Just like Paul, I can now say (2 Corinthians 1: 9-10 ESV): “Indeed, [I] felt that [I] had received the sentence of death. But that was to make [me] rely not on [myself] but on God who raises the dead. He delivered [me] from such a deadly peril, and he will deliver [me]. On him [I] have set [my] hope that he will deliver [me] again.” 

Those first few sheddings of the old came through horrific trauma triggers. But precisely the gravity of each attack showed me the deep desire of my God to wake me up from my slumber and to set me free. As I cried out to Him, He upheld me and revealed His desire for me to live and move and have my being in Him alone.

At every turn, as I have stumbled and fallen, as I have turned back toward the old, believing in the enemy’s accusations of condemnation against me, above God’s holy Word to me, Christ has defended me. 

He has lifted me up out of the muck and mire of pride, bitterness and self, to set me upon the Rock of His precious Word to me. He has flamed alive His Word in my heart, cauterizing the wounds of each stripping and then pouring out a balm of comfort by His Holy Spirit to restore my body, heart and soul to my First Love – to bring unity in the Sword’s dividing.

For everyone will be salted with fire. Salt is good, but if the salt has lost its saltiness, how will you make it salty again? Have salt in yourselves, and be at peace with one another.” Mark 9:49-50 (ESV)

Recently, He even gave me such a beautiful picture of this process on my finger. I had cut my fingernail too close to the skin and it had become infected and in that infection extra “wild flesh” began to grow because my body began to see the new nail growing as an intruder, triggering an overactive immune system. 

The doctor prescribed a nitrate pen to burn away the “wild flesh” in daily applications, scraping away the loosening “wild flesh” after a week, and then cauterizing the open wound in a fresh burning to avoid new infections. Then, she prescribed a cortisone cream designed to reduce inflammation and the skin’s natural cell division to gently remove the final layers of skin that didn’t belong there.

Now, I see the Great Physician’s loving care in His repeated burning, stripping, burning and balming of my heart in His Word to me. That I am still alive today, when all I wanted was to die through the painful stripping and burning, is a testament to His tender mercies poured out on me and the intercession of His Son rising in and for me. Now, I know the flame of His love isn’t sent to burn and consume us, but to flame alive His Word in our heart and to consume the dross of our idolatry and pride.

As a child, I counted up the cost of following Christ and turned my back on Him, believing He had turned His back on me. Now, hidden in the righteousness of Christ, I have counted up the cost anew, and declare Him worthy of all praise. For I can now say, along with Paul, that all else is rubbish, compared to the surpassing wealth of knowing Christ in His death and resurrection. For His Presence is heaven to me.

No! I will not die
But live to tell
What You: the LORD
Have done.

My lips
You've set apart
From a new heart
Blessings to bestow.

My lamp is shining brightly
On salvation's hill
For I live by faith not in myself
But in the Son of God.

In the One who loved me
And gave Himself for me
Who called me out of darkness
Into His glorious light.

Praise now so often pours forth from my lips and tears stream down my face, as I recognize and acknowledge how God has been showering me in a mercy I do not deserve. 

Oh how my heart now longs for Him to burn ever more brightly in me. I long for Jesus to burn away all dross in me, to make me holy as He is holy. 

And I know He is honoring this yearning that He has sown deep within me. He just keeps exposing and uncovering more and more sin. Burning away more and more dross, so that His sweet incense may be released ever more in and through me.

Do you recognize that longing for holiness in your own heart also, and how it has waned at times also? Do you recognize the struggle to embrace the stripping and flame, as God’s love for you? Will you join me in a prayer of thanksgiving and repentance? Come, let’s praise our Father for His Promise to fulfill the longings He has planted in us. For, He is the strength of our hearts, when our own hearts fail us.

Father, thank You that You are for us and not against us. Thank You for the jealous flames of Your love burning away the dross in us, to draw us ever closer to You. Thank You for the cleansing waters of Your love washing over us, for carrying away our sin and our shame. 

Thank You for sending precious Jesus to be our salvation, our Rock and Redeemer and the Lifter of our head. Thank You that You have promised never to leave or forsake us. Forgive us for all the times we have agreed with the enemy’s accusation that You have abandoned us. We come out of agreement with that now. 

Forgive us also for every time we have clung to the accusations of the enemy against us, rather than coming boldly before the throne of grace in our time of need. We come before You now, just as we are, without one plea, asking You to cleanse us of all unrighteousness by the blood of the pure and spotless Lamb: Your Son, Jesus. 

Thank You for searching and knowing our hearts, for continually leading us to a godly sorrow in repentance – in the changing of our minds – without regret. Thank You for exposing every accusation, every sin, every idol in the stripping for Your fire to consume it. Thank You for restoring unto us the joy of our salvation and for choosing not to take away Your Holy Spirit from us.

Thank You for the stripping back You have ordained, not to harm us, but to heal us: to exchange our heart of stone for Your tender heart of flesh. Thank You for Your sweet mercy, Your longsuffering and compassion toward us. Thank You for the blessing of Your sweet Presence in the flames.

Thank You that though our flesh is so very weak, YOUR Spirit in us is so very strong. Thank You for, again and again, leading us to deny our flesh and sow into the Spirit. Thank You for giving us a hunger and thirst for Your Word that nothing else will ever be able to satisfy our hunger and thirst, but You. Thank You for filling us with Your Son: with an all-consuming fire to love, honor and obey You at all costs.

Thank You for leading us to pour out our hearts to You, to give You our pain and our deepest longings, to bring our whole heart to You. Thank You for teaching us to lay all down before You, for opening our eyes and ears to Your pure Word rising in us. Thank You that strong in You, we shall resist the devil, causing him to flee from us

Father, thank You, that hidden in the righteousness of Christ, we can count it all joy, when we meet trials of various kinds, for we know that the testing of our faith is producing steadfastness in us. Thank You that steadfastness shall have its full effect in us, that in You we may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. Thank You for the gift of Your Presence in every humbling, for leading us to release everything and everyone into Your hands to receive You.

Thank You that we are born again into a living hope, with an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for us. Thank You for teaching us to rejoice in this truth, though now for a little while, we have been grieved by various trials, so that the tested genuineness of our faith—more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ.

Thank You for causing us to humble ourselves before You, that others are now beginning to see, no longer us, but the light of Jesus and His face shining upon them. Thank You that You have drawn us – Your royal priesthood – out of darkness into Your glorious light. In Jesus’ mighty Name, Amen.