He wakens me morning by morning,
wakens my ear to listen like one being taught
(my daily briefing . . .Is. 50:4)
Five a.m. and I'm awakened, there's a sound rising before the dawn.
I love the mornings before sunrise (usually), there's a curious, mysterious expectancy to it, and it involves the sounds. The air is warm and in it's density it carries to me the pulse of insects in the grasses, the hum of trucks on the highway, and . . . something else. His mercies are new every morning. It's His voice. It's the sound of mercy.
As I ponder this promise, I sense mercy growing, rising up from the ground (not down from the skies). NEW! and again NEW! for me! for you!
Over a year ago I was given prophetic direction, twice the same word: "Your gifts of grace and mercy are what will be needed for what is to come." A couple of months later I was beginning to understand what Jesus wanted of me. Months later, I knew.
I learned that those gifts, are His gifts. I am created in the image of God, and in that treasure deep inside of me, grace and mercy must rise up and overflow, like a river. But of greater impact is that Jesus would never direct me to be full of grace and mercy toward someone captive to the Dark Kingdom if He was not already determined to be the same. What assurance. What love.
Sounds of mercy become words of life that lift burdens from needy souls. Captives will be taken from warriors, and plunder retrieved from the fierce. "Raise them up, Jesus."
The end of my 'life passage' says,
"To those who feel low you'll say,
"Chin up! Be brave!'
and God will save them.
Yes, even the guilty will escape,
escape through God's grace in your life."
As this day advances, the sounds are changing, but they are new every morning.
wakens my ear to listen like one being taught
(my daily briefing . . .Is. 50:4)
Five a.m. and I'm awakened, there's a sound rising before the dawn.
I love the mornings before sunrise (usually), there's a curious, mysterious expectancy to it, and it involves the sounds. The air is warm and in it's density it carries to me the pulse of insects in the grasses, the hum of trucks on the highway, and . . . something else. His mercies are new every morning. It's His voice. It's the sound of mercy.
As I ponder this promise, I sense mercy growing, rising up from the ground (not down from the skies). NEW! and again NEW! for me! for you!
Over a year ago I was given prophetic direction, twice the same word: "Your gifts of grace and mercy are what will be needed for what is to come." A couple of months later I was beginning to understand what Jesus wanted of me. Months later, I knew.
I learned that those gifts, are His gifts. I am created in the image of God, and in that treasure deep inside of me, grace and mercy must rise up and overflow, like a river. But of greater impact is that Jesus would never direct me to be full of grace and mercy toward someone captive to the Dark Kingdom if He was not already determined to be the same. What assurance. What love.
Sounds of mercy become words of life that lift burdens from needy souls. Captives will be taken from warriors, and plunder retrieved from the fierce. "Raise them up, Jesus."
The end of my 'life passage' says,
"To those who feel low you'll say,
"Chin up! Be brave!'
and God will save them.
Yes, even the guilty will escape,
escape through God's grace in your life."
As this day advances, the sounds are changing, but they are new every morning.
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