I AM Awaking [New Version]

Welcome to Day 2 of Chapter 7 from Arise & Shine’s Part 7. Today, Anna is bringing forward our second free will offering of The New Covenant of Love.

The Lord God will help me;

therefore I have not been humiliated;

therefore I have set my face like flint,

and I know I will not be put to shame.

Isaiah 50:7 (CSB)

Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, wehave peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.

Romans 5:1-6 (ESV)
I AM Awaking

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.

Remember, My Word
Is a well of water
Within you
Springing up
Unto eternal life
For you to
Know Me

Ever more
In My death
And resurrection
Sweet mercy
In manna
From the sky

Taste Me
Your bread of
And see
That I am good
Slow to anger
And abounding
In loving kindness
Never ending.

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

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

In the tears
And the groaning
Feel the love
Of the Father
Interceding in
For and through you.

In your heart
Breaking open
Harmony's song

In Shalom's
Joining together
Love's chorus
In Christ arising.

Behold Me
Truth kissing grace
Dove's eyes
The Promises
Of eternity
To you unveiling.

Heaven's cloud
I AM parting
In your tears
In awe of My mercy
I AM reaping:
"This is My Son
Listen to Him!"

Now, run your race
Into kairos time
See the Way
In the wilderness
Watch me restore
All the locusts
Have eaten.

A double portion
For your shame
My love for you
Just as for Hannah
Glad tidings
Of great joy
There's life
In the womb
Of salvation.

Deserts into
Eden blooming
Rainclouds bursting
With seed for the sower
And bread for the eater.

My Word is
To you now
My higher
Thoughts and purposes

In all things
New unfurling
The dry bones



The nights were cold and black, and the prisoners were being guarded by people who had had, as she often said, “a training in cruelty.” There were moments of great despair. One dark morning, as she stood in rank with thousands of other women, all stamping their feet to keep warm, her heart felt desolate and it seemed that God had forgotten her and Betsie. Suddenly, high above them, a skylark began to sing. And as she looked up she was reminded of Psalm 103, “As high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his love for those who fear him. . . .” Immediately she was lifted in her spirit above the misery of her circumstances and knew that God had not forgotten her.

As we watched the Seagull circling against the deep blue sky, I wondered whether she was thinking of the skylark. There was freedom all around her and nobody was treating her cruelly, yet this was a kind of imprisonment. “Tante Corrie, do you remember the skylark?”

“Ja!” She beamed at me with sparkling blue eyes.

p.127, The Five Silent Years of Corrie ten Boom by Pamela Rosewell Moore

Thank You Papa, that as we bow our knees in prayer this week, we can be so encouraged that it is Christ who fights for us. Thank You that all we do is yield to Your Voice, running into Your Way and truth and life opening in the wilderness. Thank You that even now Eden is blooming in every desert we see. Oh open our eyes to see by faith, to rejoice in Your victory for us, in Christ having overcome our accuser for us to open the Way of life to us.

Thank You that we can bear every testing because it’s not us bearing that weight but Your Son, for it is no longer we who live but Christ in us. Thank You for giving us Your Holy Spirit who is leading us out of death into life, each day afresh through Your precious and intimate Word to us.

Thank You that You are so very faithful to Your every Word. Now, show us Your power, stripping every sin in us that is keeping us from running the race You have set for us. Thank You for the cloud of witnesses who are cheering us on. As we raise our voices together the world over to sing as One, open our eyes to see that cloud of witnesses and to recall Your sacrifice for us, also in and through the saints who have walked before us, paving the Way for us in Your Name.

Thank You that though we may make our plans it is You who establishes our every step. It is You who completes what You have begun in us. For You are faithful, true and just. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

9 For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.

10 “For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven
    and do not return there but water the earth,
making it bring forth and sprout,
    giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater,
11 so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth;
    it shall not return to me empty,
but it shall accomplish that which I purpose,
    and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.

12 “For you shall go out in joy
    and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and the hills before you
    shall break forth into singing,
    and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.

Isaiah 55:10-12 (ESV)

16 The Spirit Himself testifies together with our spirit that we are God’s children, 17 and if children, also heirs—heirs of God and coheirs with Christ—seeing that we suffer with Him so that we may also be glorified with Him.

Romans 8:16-17 (HCSB)

Part 2: Chapter 3 – Day 2: Heaven’s Glory

Welcome to Chapter 3‘s Day 2 of Part 2 of Arise and Shine. Today, Bettie is sharing a poem, story and prayer as a free will offering of gold, in praise of God’s precious presence with us and His heavenly touch.

How Long, Oh Lord?
The pain wraps around me
And I am felled
Like a tree toppled, thudding
As it drops to the ground.

The questions swirl
Heavenward, in the morning
Dew, light swimming
Around my foggy eyes
As they narrow and shut.

“Open your eyes.”

The order comes at me
Like a voice from
The sky, and I scrunch
The sweat off my face
As I try to gaze out.

While the pain throbs
I see what had lain
Hidden before me:
Sparkles gathered on
Every blade of grass
And each leaf tip.

Colors shimmering
White and bright, twinkle
From the warm sun’s
Beckoning to waken
The early morning life.

“But one drop.”

Voice urges again
To see with new eyes
A Drop of Glory catches
The sun but won’t let go
And reflects a Golden ray.

My pain remains
Underneath a covering
So sweet and exploding with
Glory in my heart
As I have touched Heaven.

How Long, Oh Lord?
While the Glory remains
Your Golden Glory rests
Inside my heart, Heaven
Holds me here.

And I am loved.

“When the Sabbath was over, Mary Madgalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices so that they might go to anoint Jesus’ body. Very early on the first day of the week, just after sunrise, they were on their way to the tomb and they asked each other, ‘Who will roll the stone away from the entrance of the tomb?’” Mark 16:1-3

The days ahead can seem impossible for those who live in a state of constant pain. But when a sudden flare-up drops the pain to a whole new level, a flood of questions about the future can easily overwhelm even the strongest survivor.  It is in those kinds of moments that I have had to face my own weakness head-on.  I thought I knew how to lean into God’s grace, but when a new level of pain knocked me flat, I realized that I had simply grown accustomed to carrying the pain myself.  “How will I function? How will I survive the days ahead?” 

Crushed to my core, I heard a gentle whisper, calling me to acknowledge that it was never mine to bear alone. This life was meant to be lived only in HIS strength.  Was there a gift then in the trial?  Oh, yes, resoundingly yes! He rolled away the stone that I could not have moved myself. He walked me through a day when I never could have kept the Faith on my own.

Oh, beloved, are you crushed under the weight of questions and pain?  We weren’t ever meant to bear that weight alone.  Look up to His light today, and let Him show you the sparkling gold waiting in the midst of the trail: His presence is His gift for you.

“But when they looked up, they saw that the stone, which was very large, had been rolled away. “  Mark 16:4

“These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.” 1 Peter 1:7

Dear Lord Jesus,

We come crushed and broken to You today. We confess that we don’t know how to carry this pain any longer. Will you lift the weight from off of our shoulders? Thank You that You have already rolled away the stone. Thank You that the glory of Your presence is here for us today. We want to receive the gift of Your glory, the beauty of Your honor and praise today. In Your precious name we pray,