Unfurling – Heaven’s Glory

On a day of fresh loss and grief for my little family, only Jesus could have had someone visit this post and have me return to re-read it only hours before that fresh loss came. It was one of numerous ways the Spirit of God revealed His nearness to me- in advance of today’s loss, preparing my heart to see and receive His compassion for our whole family.

May it bless your hearts too, and help you to see and remember God’s nearness to you through your own loss and grief also. I bless you to see details in your past you hadn’t noticed before, whereby God’s nearness to you and your loved ones becomes even more palpable to you. He truly is so very present to each one of us.

Welcome to Day 4 of Part 6‘s Chapter 1 of Arise and Shine. Today, Anna is bringing forward the fourth free will offering of The Veil.

When one trial comes our way after another, so often, we just need a simple glimpse, a simple, tangible reminder of God’s Promise never ever to leave or forsake us. It’s in that place I found myself, as I waited on news from my sister from her biopsy, not long after we had buried my Mum after her five month battle with an incurable brain cancer and on the heels of a breaking God had led me through. A breaking that had left my heart wounded and raw – in need of my Healer’s touch.

As I struggled to be present to my girls and husband, I found myself crying out to my Maker to meet me in this place of deep anguish, angst and tearing. The poem below is the fruit of my lament – God’s gift to me in my weakness and need, as I lifted my head to the sky to see clouds form an arch above me, wrapping me in a peace that passes all understanding.

If you are having one of those days of swirling emotions today, may our God pour out your heart like water to reveal the gift of faith He has placed deep inside of you for this very moment. May He cup your face in His hands and lift it up to see tangible reminders of His Presence with you too. May He make His glorious face shine upon you through the words of this poem, the Scriptures and the worship song in this place. May you drink deeply from His goodness and His peace, no matter what is unfolding before you.

Unfurling 


Will you with me stay
In my struggle to accept,
Heart too heavy laid?

I so long to rest
To lean on You blessed,
But laden heavy can't.

Cannot seem to find
The words beyond my tears,
Beyond all broken held.

All I see is dark
Hands so empty worn,
And no single ray.

I long to hope again
To dream, believe again
But am captive held.

Captive to my seen
Longing here for gift unseen
Faith in dark to beam.

No prayer can speak,
But You my longing breathe,
And my tear drops catch.

To sky me turn,
And arch above me fern,
Promised hope returns.

All You ask is come
With my heavy laden heart
And You'll heaven breathe,

Here my weight release
In gift of faith I'll feast,
In open mouth receive.

Faith not my own,
But Savior's faith long sown
Grown now as own.

Even when I come so frayed
And heavy weighted stayed
Your faith in me breaks open
Unfurling.

Come listen in with me today to this beautiful, beautiful praise and worship. Oh how deeply it touches my own heart today:

EPHESIANS 1:3-6 (MSG) How blessed is God! And what a blessing he is! He’s the Father of our Master, Jesus Christ, and takes us to the high places of blessing in him. Long before he laid down earth’s foundations, he had us in mind, had settled on us as the focus of his love, to be made whole and holy by his love. Long, long ago he decided to adopt us into his family through Jesus Christ. (What pleasure he took in planning this!) He wanted us to enter into the celebration of his lavish gift-giving by the hand of his beloved Son. 

Note: The multi-colored weighted hand-crafted blanket in the first graphic is from a dear friend of mine. She sent it to me in the Netherlands all the way from Washington state. I have never met her in person, but God wove our hearts together through our writing and sharing across the oceans as we have sent each other long letters, cards, emails and app messages since 2015, also writing blogging series together where we invited others to share their stories with us. We are kindred souls to each other.

A widow herself with four now young adult daughters, she longed to share the comfort God has been giving her in her own loss with me. Reading how weighted blankets have a soothing effect on those suffering from PTSD, she decided to give away the blanket she had been making and praying through a few years ago now. It has become such a huge gift of healing and comfort to my whole family, through so much. Isn’t the love of Jesus beautiful? His heart in Wendy is precious beyond measure.

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.