Honestly, Sarah’s email this morning gave me goosebumps. Real ones. If you know me at all, you know that doesn’t happen over just anything.
Sarah sends out a daily email, and today this is what she shared:
"I had a dream: A woman was being gently positioned on the ground — unconscious but alive. She is the Bride of Christ. She is alive and beautiful, but needs to arise, whole and well. ARISE, my beautiful bride, ARISE. My beloved spoke, and said to me: Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. Awake, Church, Awake — for the time is at hand to minister, to preach the Gospel, to stand against the enemy. ARISE."
Now, this stopped me cold. On Sunday (22 March), our pastor spoke about the Church being asleep. Then Sarah, who hadn’t heard the sermon, used the word unconscious. Same message. Different messenger. Different day. You really cannot make this up.
I think the message is clear, and it’s for all of us. We’ve become so paralysed by the noise of this world, so desensitised by everything swirling around us, that we are not alert. We are barely conscious of what the Spirit is doing. And God, patient, kind, impossibly loving, is not shouting in frustration. He is bending down, whispering: Arise, my beautiful one. Arise.
Ephesians 5:14
"Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you."
Lord, my God. How amazing are you? You are patient. You are kind. And you are stirring in the hearts of so many people right now; I can feel it.
Yesterday, I told You, Lord Jesus Christ, Here I am. I welcome you into my life, my world, my everything. I surrender all of me into Your hands. I have nothing to give in return for Your endless kindness, nothing, Lord, except this old woman, simply showing up.
I won’t pretend I have it all together. I struggle daily with questions about my purpose. Things don’t always go as I hope, and I don’t always glorify God the way I should. I fall short of His will more often than I care to admit, sometimes, quite spectacularly.
Here’s what I’m starting to see: two Sundays in a row, a word has come to me and stayed. Two weeks ago, Leviticus 22 called me to be holy. Last Sunday, the service explored the same theme from a fresh perspective. And now this. I can no longer think of it as mere hints. God is speaking, guiding, and it’s time I pay full attention.
A prayer for waking up
LORD, as You draw my attention back to Your Word, I come humbly into Your presence. Please open my ears. Open my eyes. Open my heart to actually receive what You are saying, because I know I have been missing the point, and I am tired of missing it. You know me far better than I know myself. I cannot understand any of this without Your guidance. So Holy Spirit, help me. I am listening. In the holy name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
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