These days I don’t sleep like I used to. I am older, the body I had in my 20’s burned away like flash paper in a magician’s act and these morning times are not always fun. Today, at 4 am, wide awake I decided to jog, walk and crawl.
I was met by a truth…
It started hard-driving, beat on the 2 and 4, with her bluesy crackling voice, Lauren Daigle reminded me… it was time to ‘rise up’. Not because of what I believe, but who He is. It’s so easy to let those things around us take us away like a leaf on the wind, being blown back and forth, but in the end, He is still ‘rolling stones’. As I dance my way up the sidewalk in the dark, letting my true inner backup singer, fully dressed in black leather, wide hips swaying with the beat, red ruby lipstick, singing the words…
“Yes still rolling rolling oh!”
(By the way, I do have the hips for this!)
I realize it’s not from the outside… but it’s from the inside where all of the good things really come from.
These days, it seems more than ever, it’s hard to keep our eyes on Him. I know in my days, Cayden’s upcoming graduation, a final ‘child’ chapter in our lives wrapping up… closing up the house where we planted ourselves to get the kids to the next step, building a new one 45 minutes away, work work work… aging aging aging… and it’s easy to let the stupid little things get to me. I wonder, do you struggle with the same things?
Is it really the King James version that Rises up… not really. It’s His word, not the version.
It is clinging to the old standards of days gone by… NOPE. They were for then, not now.
Trying to find that ‘ole sawdust trail’ to the altar… nada… the trail these days is digital.
Dress codes, codes of conduct, rules, laws, ‘should be’s ought to be’s… no way…
It’s Him.
Someone is calling you from the grave you’ve dug… Listen and just like this super moon, rise up and take on a new day and stop worrying about all of the things that make you feel safe. I understand it, I get it… the last time a child left my family they passed from here to the beyond. It’s a hard time letting our little ones go. I understand the doctrines we’ve been taught are foundational… I get it… but when your foundation starts to crack, maybe you should look to see if your foundation is more of your making than His? (Ouch). And like Job, it isn’t our place to really question the why but to bow and rise up and go forth.
“Now that you save me, I sing cause you gave me, a song of revival, I put it on vinyl,”
Rise up, Rise Up”
Just for a minute, for an hour, a day, Let him Roll away your stones and let Him take all of the things wrong, even if you think you are too far gone…
He’s calling your name…
