You Walk Among Us and Go Between Us . . . Thank You, Jesus

In the month of May, I committed to sharing posts from others that have encouraged, inspired and challenged me. Today, I am sharing two Scriptures and accompanying them with my dear friend Bettie’s words that were a balm to my own heart today. These words are an excerpt from a post she wrote and published in 2017, but whose beautiful living testimony is continuing to bear fruit today. Thank You, Jesus!

Edit: I decided to add a poem of mine that, together with this excerpt from Bettie, was a part of Bettie’s, another dear friend’s and my sharing to and fro today.

Revelations 2:1 The One […] who walks among the seven gold lampstands []

1 Timothy 2:5-6 For there is one God
and one mediator between God and humanity, Christ Jesus, Himself human, who gave Himself—a ransom for all,
a testimony at the proper time.

What will I do with the longings when I want to be with those I love? How can I carry the weights of longing to make things better for those who are in difficulty?

Ah, there is the point of JOY
coming as I trust.


In the invisible places,
I see a shadow
of a PRESENCE
going between.

The Lord dwells
Where I can only long to go.

The Lord blesses
When I can only envision grief.

Every Friendship
Every Relationship
Every Love
When I call HIM into the center
Will be covered by HIS Shadow.

HE WATCHES BETWEEN YOU AND ME.
Arms Outstretched 

Tears, He wept
Upon His Cross
For us
His Body broken
His wholeness
To gift
Arms stretched wide
Nails they pierced
His perfect Love
To flow.

His heart
It weeps
Even still
Even now
As we turn away
Longings, we have
Buried deep.

His tears
They fall
Even here
Even now
As our heart
Now heaves in pain
To hide and flee.

His hand
It calls
His whisper
Speaks
I know
I understand
I see
Never once
My heart
Of flesh
Has turned away.

No pain
Too deep
No shame
Too great
No sin
Too dark
My hand
And heart
From yours
Will ever tear.

Word
Made flesh
I felt
I heard
I saw
My children
Before My eyes
And wept for you.

The weary
The shunned
And striving to survive
The shamed
The grieved
And pained
I've come for
ALL of you
Your hand
To clasp and hold.

Truth
My guiding hand
My Spirit Life
Your broken all
Completed whole
I call
My arms
Your all
Embrace.

Tears
I cup
Face
I lift
Hands
I hold
The Son of God
In you
I breathe.

Perfect Pure
For striving fear
Father's arms
For pierced of heart
Lips of life
For tombed in shrouded pain
My all
Your shattered
Whole shall breathe.

Be not afraid
Hide not now
Behind those clefts
Your fears
Sin and grief
But come
Beloved, come
Just as you are.

I see
I know
I understand
Not one single piece
My Cross withheld
Spoken free
My blood has rent you
Covered pure.

Look
Turn those eyes to me
Kick those legs
Shout your
Why My Lord, Oh why?!
Be real with Me

And see Me
Come
Your broken heart
To hold
Your flailing arms and legs
Embrace
To hold you
Till your tears
Release.

Be not afraid
I've come
For you
Not just in part
But whole
Each shard of piercèd
And crying
No more!

Be
Not afraid
No heart
Numbed to stone
No hidden
Pain and fear
My hand
From you
Withholds.

Never once
Have I
My heart
Nor hand
Withheld
Open now
Your eyes
And see:

I'm standing
Here
My arms
Outstretched
For
You.

Part 3: Chapter 2: Day 5: Rest

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 here.

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.