A Prayer for Our Papa’s World

May the Spirit of the Lord pour out upon your leaders, Ukraine and Russia, and the leaders of our world. May the Spirit of wisdom and understanding, the Spirit of counsel and strength, the Spirit of knowledge and the fear of the Lord flood their and each of our hearts, opening our ears to hear, our eyes to see and our hearts to know the Lord. May we and our nations’ and town’s and cities’ leaders through the Lord’s humbling touch, delight in fearing the Lord that we all might make decisions with righteousness and fairness.

God be gracious to the Russian people and the Ukrainian people and bless them, oh cause Your face to shine upon them oh LORD – that Your way of love, truth and mercy may be known on the earth, Your salvation among all nations. May the peoples praise You, God; may all peoples praise You. May the nations be glad and sing for joy; for You will judge the peoples with fairness and guide the nations on the earth. May the peoples praise You, God; may all the peoples praise You. The earth has yielded its produce; God our God, blesses Russia and the Ukraine, so that all the ends of the earth may fear Him.

For those in Russian prisons and cornered in Ukrainian towns and cities being bombed, who have taken a stand for righteousness and justice, may words be given to them even in their chains, that when they open their mouth, they may proclaim boldly the mystery of the good news [of salvation], for which they are ambassadors in chains. In proclaiming it, may they continue to speak boldly and courageously, as they should.” ~Ephesians 6:18-20 AMP

Thank You that though the wicked plots against the righteous and gnashes his teeth at him, You, the Lord laughs at the wicked, for You see that his day is coming. Thank You that though the wicked draw the sword and bend their bows to bring down the poor and needy, to slay those whose way is upright; their sword shall enter their own heart, and their bows shall be broken, for Your every Promise to us is yes and Amen in Christ Jesus. LORD have mercy on their souls, just as you have had on us, in our sin. Turn them from their wicked ways, bowing them before You in humility and repentance, just as You have us.

And this I pray for myself, for you, my Ukrainian and Russian brothers and sisters and for my sisters and brothers from around the world, that our love may abound still more and more in real knowledge and all discernment, so that we may approve the things that are excellent, in order to be sincere and blameless until the day of Christ; having been filled with the fruit of righteousness which comes through Jesus Christ, to the glory and praise of God. Philippians 1: 9-11 NASB

The Lord bless you and keep you my brothers and sisters around the world; the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.

As the traumatized children and parents of not just the Ukraine and Russia but of other nations too enter our communities, seeking refuge from war and persecution, thank You LORD that You have already heard their cries for help. Thank You that You are even now preparing, revealing and proving Your love and compassion to them and will do through us too. Thank You that even now You are preparing us, stripping us of all selfishness and pride. Bowing us in humility to become Your hands and feet to them. Thank You that the plans of our local and national governments to turn away refugees shall not prosper, for Your Word of justice and mercy shall prevail.

Thank You that even now You are setting each of us – Your Body – in place to surround all refugee children of this world with kindness and mercy, as triggers of trauma cause them to fight, freeze and flee. Thank You that even now You are preparing us to become Your comfort to their parent/s also through all their pain and loss, that they might become more of Your comfort to their kids also.

Thank You that You are already setting us around them by Your Spirit. Thank You that You have been prompting us to lift these families up and to carry them to You in prayer and through palpable deeds of love, so that on the days they are weak and in need of a friend they will know You, their best friend, is closer than their very breath.

Thank You that where children have been left and will in the future be left without a father or mother or both on this earth: You are even now revealing and preparing to reveal Your ever present fatherly and motherly love to them in their loss: also through us, Your beloved Body.

Thank You – our refugee Jesus whose Abba Father turned His back on You that You might always turn toward us and extend Your mercy to us in our weakness and need – thank You that You will not let even one refugee child stay tethered to the lie that they have been abandoned by You. Thank You that You are already revealing and will continue to reveal Your abiding love and Presence to them- also through us.

Even as they continue to fight and flee Your outstretched arms in their pain, shutting their eyes to Your goodness and mercy: thank You that You will not leave them or give up on them because You are faithful to the works of Your hands – Your blessed children. Thank You that no weapon forged against them shall ever prosper, but only ever reveal more of Your sovereign will to shower us all in love and mercy, ever more.

Thank You that You are even now preparing us and propelling us into Your purposes that we – Your Body- might shine the light of Your face upon the afflicted and wounded ones of this world, as You cleanse and bind up our own afflictions and wounds also, declaring us all as Your beloved Body and Bride, bound together in Your unending love, goodness and mercy. Now, do not let us, Your little children, ever love one another just in our thoughts or chatter, but in deeds springing up from Your pure desires in us and from the reality of Your love for all, flowing out from Your heart beating inside of us. Awaken Your Son in us, just as You have promised us, that those around us may know just how real You are and just how loved and precious they are to you.

For this reason [seeing the greatness of this plan by which you, my brothers and sisters all around the world are built together in Christ], I bow my knees before the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, for Whom every family in heaven and on earth is named [that Father from Whom all fatherhood takes its title and derives its name]. May He grant you out of the rich treasury of His glory to be strengthened and reinforced with mighty power in the inner man by the [Holy] Spirit [Himself indwelling your innermost being and personality]. May Christ through your faith [actually] dwell (settle down, abide, make His permanent home) in your hearts!

May each of you and I too be rooted deep in love and founded securely on love, that we may have the power and be strong to apprehend and grasp with all the saints [God’s devoted people, the experience of that love] what is the breadth and length and height and depth [of it]; [That we may really come] to know [practically, through experience for ourselves] the love of Christ, which far surpasses mere knowledge [without experience]; that we may be filled [through all your being] unto all the fullness of God [may have the richest measure of the divine Presence, and become a body wholly filled and flooded with God Himself]! Now to Him Who, by (in consequence of) the [action of His] power that is at work within us, is able to [carry out His purpose and] do superabundantly, far over and above all that we [dare] ask or think [infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, hopes, or dreams]—to Him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations forever and ever. Amen (so be it).”  ~Ephesians 3:14-21 AMPC

Part 7: Chapter 7 – Day 7: The Roar of Heaven’s Tears

Welcome to Day 7 of Chapter 7 from Arise & Shine’s Part 7. Today, Bettie is bringing forward our final free will offering not just for this chapter, The New Covenant of Love, but for the whole book.

Thank You, Thank You, Jesus, for completing what You started more than six years ago, when you brought us together, oceans apart, and united our hearts forever in You. We praise You and honor and glorify You for who You are.

The Lord said to Moses, 2 “Consecrate to me every firstborn male. The first offspring of every womb among the Israelites belongs to me, whether human or animal.”

Exodus 13:1-2

You have not come to a mountain that can be touched and that is burning with fire; to darkness, gloom and storm; 19 to a trumpet blast or to such a voice speaking words that those who heard it begged that no further word be spoken to them, 20 because they could not bear what was commanded: “If even an animal touches the mountain, it must be stoned to death.”[c] 21 The sight was so terrifying that Moses said, “I am trembling with fear.”[d]

22 But you have come to Mount Zion, to the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem. You have come to thousands upon thousands of angels in joyful assembly, 23 to the church of the firstborn, whose names are written in heaven. You have come to God, the Judge of all, to the spirits of the righteous made perfect, 24 to Jesus the mediator of a new covenant, and to the sprinkled blood that speaks a better word than the blood of Abel.

Hebrews 12:23

The roaring of the enemy seemed louder

Than my ears could bear

But

The thundering of the God of Heaven would

Flatten me to the ground

Because

I am undone in the presence of the holy one

Here

Where my sins have found me out



And the roaring of the enemy seemed louder

Than my ears could bear

As

he recounted every failure every stone

I ever flung and

every

heart hurt by my gaze when wicked thoughts

there

left me crippled bruised and sore



Jesus! The roaring of the enemy seemed louder

Than my ears could bear

When

Arms were gentle and strong pulling

Me up from the swamp

Where

my feet had fallen and tangled

under


the lie ensnared alone



The bleeding of my savior fell deeper

Than my sins were etched

And

Mercy found a home for my heart carried

Free to the mountain of forgiveness

all

New where firstborn love is the

covenant


gown covered over with grace.

When I first fell beneath the weight of my chronic illness diagnosis, it seemed as if every cynical thought I had ever buried deep in my soul suddenly pounced to the surface to haunt me. For what I had uttered in secret was now being said about me. My sins had found me out.

–“COME, get up out of that bed, and get moving with your day! Surely if you just begin, you will find your strength will be replenished.”

–“OH! Your pain cannot be at that high level you are complaining about! How else could you even be present if that were so?”

–“PLEASE! Just take the medication recommended and do what the Doctor has ordered. The reaction cannot be as bad as you fear.”

I grieved over my own sins as much as I hurt over what now was being spoken to me. I felt I had no right to lament or mourn my diagnosis. Surely it could not be that bad. Hadn’t I spoken the very words now being uttered over me?

And so I pushed and I agonized to keep the thundering voices at bay. I tried desperately to ask for forgiveness. I felt it must somehow be my fault that now I was the one bearing the weight.

“Jesus, I am sorry I ever uttered those thoughts. Jesus, I am sorry I am ill.”

It may seem ludicrous to you, if you have never borne that weight of guilt or pain, to feel that it could be your fault. But those with lingering pain and hurts understand.

The thundering of the enemy keeps us locked in fear and silence.

Until the day the thundering of God’s voice becomes too loud to ignore. HE will not allow the crushing guilt and unbearable pain to be covered over any longer. He has brought us to His mountain of righteous judgement, to the blood of Jesus shed for all. His mercy would not let me remain buried under that weight of condemnation any longer.

The arms of Jesus lifted me up so close to His beating, resurrected heart. “I am not offended by your pain. It was for this I died.”

And the tears of lament flowed freely as I let Him freely wash me anew. His forgiveness is not dependent upon my striving to be good. No, His mercy covers every stain white as snow. And His healing is not dependent on my striving to follow every protocol demanded by my diseases. No, His mercy carries me to the safety of our Father’s heart, where every worry and every fear is laid openly at His feet.

Lord Jesus, I am forever and utterly safe in You, home where I belong.