Welcome to Day 7 of Part 3‘s Chapter 2 of Arise and Shine. Today, Anna is sharing our final free will offering of goats’ hair (cursed sin offering) in a poem testifying to the power of the Cross. Jesus Christ has exchanged sin’s thorny affliction for life everlasting, in His atoning sacrifice for us all. Praise Him! Anna also welcomes you to sing an old hymn of thanksgiving with her, a song Anna sung at her mother’s funeral, who went to be with the LORD in 2014.
Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things.
Welcome to Day 5 of Part 3‘s Chapter 2 of Arise and Shine. Today, Anna is sharing our fifth free will offering of goats’ hair (cursed sin offering)in a poem testifying to our Savior’s love for us. Our Savior, who, full of compassion for us in our grief and pain, became our cursed sin offering to lift the weight of sin’s curse upon us. A curse that would have us hide in our need is broken by the offering of Christ’s own body that He might draw us into His holy Presence of wholeness and rest.
Anna also shares a photo she took as she rested in her local forest and a song that was such a comfort to her through the first triggers of trauma she experienced many years ago. Whatever you are facing today, may you experience God’s peace in the midst of the storms of life.
I listen In the stillness Gleaning Cadence of the hooves Songs of morning birds Gleaning love Abandoned in the rush.
I settle in Your seat Remembering The waves The rush and crash And seeing How You Wept.
Tears For every moment I withheld my trust Believing Holding tight Is faith.
Oh precious In Your sight Are those Who die to self Who know they are
Welcome As the waves return Lapping, crashing Thunderous There they come.
Welcome To lean Upon the Rock And not succumb But in Your arms Become.
For in the stillness In the listening So far From striving's tongue You're teaching me Who You Truly are.
A Father So tender A Love Full of mercy Who holds me In His arms As our tears Release.
For faith Is not my own But Your laboring In me.
It's believing Not in my Own strength But in the One Whose love in me Speaks Steadfast, sure.
A sun-drenched warmth Beneath my feet The sun here shimmering In morning's light A testament To Your mercies New every morning That carry me In wave after wave Into love everlasting.
And so I remain here Seeking the quiet And let the waves return My heart now cleaving To Your heart Washing my face With the tears of our longing Awakening life.
I listen In the stillness Gleaning Cadence of the hooves Songs of morning birds Gleaning Your heatbeat Never abandoned My God is always with me.
Isaiah 51:11 (WEB) The ransomed of Yahweh shall return, and come with singing to Zion; and everlasting joy shall be on their heads. They shall obtain gladness and joy. Sorrow and sighing shall flee away.
Welcome to Day 4 of Part 3‘s Chapter 2 of Arise and Shine. Today, Anna is sharing our fourth free will offering of goats’ hair (cursed sin offering) in a poem that testifies to the power of Christ’s intercession through His Body.
As she put the finishing touches to it, her praying sisters affirmed God’s Word afresh in the emails that began pouring in and in the warmth of the Spirit pouring out upon her. May you too feel that warmth of the Holy Spirit pouring out upon you as you read this free will offering today. May God assure you, in whatever you are facing, that you are NEVER alone. May His Spirit continually affirm His Presence with you and His Promise to you that you can never ever be separated from the love of Godthat is in Christ Jesus.
You can also listen to today’s post in the recording below.
Isaiah 61:11 (AMP) For as the earth brings forth its sprouts, And as a garden causes what is sown in it to spring up, So the Lord God will [most certainly] cause righteousness and justice and praise To spring up before all the nations [through the power of His word].
PRESSED, SHAKEN, POURED
Oh how it stings Reflections Of Your searching And knowing In the mirror I behold A hardened heart Bitterness And unbelief Sowing.
A storm begins to rage Which way to turn A heart divided In the fear of man And yet I still Crave stillness Still In My Prince Of Peace.
Torn every which way I finally turn Toward My Prince To find His prayers As incense lifted My groanings In a fellowship Of faith A Voice is given.
"Blessed is she Who is not offended On account of Me," I hear Your Voice crying "For, blessed are The peacemakers Those who mourn The poor in spirit The contrite And pure in heart For, they shall see Me.
"Sow no longer To the wind Reap no longer A whirlwind of thistles But join Me now In My death And resurrection Sowing unto peace A harvest Of righteousness In My Spirit Reaping."
Miles apart And yet in Spirit One I now reap Not what I have Sown But what my sisters In Christ Have sown In prayer.
A tent of goats' hair In wisdom they have spun My journey Through the wilderness of sin In steadfast mercy Ever covering.
Christ's cursed sin offering In their bowing knees Is lifted high A Voice Into my wilderness Now crying.
In Your searching And knowing, my God I now see No longer my sin and pain But Your loving face Reflected Silver pure.
For, this shaking And pressing I now know Is Your steadfast love Your mercies New every morning Shaking and pressing To lift my chaff of self To harvest The Son of God.
For, as You shake And as You press My hardened heart Is broken open Your gold Revealing.
Pressed, shaken and poured Your righteousness It runneth over In abundant oil On my head In mercy flowing My mind transforming Your Word A lamp Unto my feet In flaming oil Now glowing.
Hemmed in By thistles I have met Your grace A wide open Spacious place In Your face I AM Gracing.
My cup Now runneth over In the presence Of my enemies Your heavenly Presence Has set a table for me In prayers of mercy Here rising.
Yes! Your goodness And mercy Shall follow me All the days of my life I'm back home In the house of My LORD.
Your headship My chaff has lifted My idols And sin are bowing In the power Of Your Love A love that covers over