Today Isaiah 60:1–4 sat with me—not loudly, not urgently—but steadily.

“Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the LORD rises upon you.”

I’ve known these words. I’ve shared them verbally and I have posted them. But today, I wasn’t being told to move—I was being told to notice. I noticed it was ten days before I watched the first half of Episode #2358 and everything went into warp speed .

This morning’s Jesus Calling spoke straight into the depths of my being. He reminded me that He speaks in the language of Love, that His words bring Life and Peace and Joy and hope—but only if I am still enough to hear Him. Living close to Him requires making Him my First Love, above all others.

When I realized that I had posted the original “Rise and Shine” on October 4, it didn’t feel accidental. I wasn’t trying to make something happen then. I was responding to something I could sense but didn’t yet understand. The light had already come; the meaning was still unfolding.

Isaiah says that darkness covers the earth and thick darkness the people, yet the LORD rises upon His own and His glory is seen.

I’m learning that rising doesn’t always look like action. Sometimes it looks like standing still long enough for God’s glory to settle clearly—without interference.

Isaiah 60 tells me to lift up my eyes and look around, to see what is gathering, what is returning, what is coming from afar. That feels like this season: watching instead of striving, trusting instead of pushing.

And Isaiah 54 holds me there.

It reminds me that this is a chapter of restoration, not performance. Of being re-established, not rushed. God speaks comfort before commission, peace before purpose. He assures me that I am not forgotten, not abandoned, and not required to prove anything to step into what He has already promised.

So today, I wait. I don’t rush the next step.

I let the Lord establish me in His timing. I trust the words are going to roll right off the keyboard when He says it’s time.

When He says arise, I will. Until then, I remain still—-secure in His covenant of peace.

Truly an exceptional focal point as I engaged with the world today. I learned someone else precious has gone to be with Jesus. Miss Rhonda’s is the third death in three weeks. My prayers are for loved ones, especially her husband and sons.

I shared with Becky and Miss Pam that I was in the best mood as I drove to the salon. As I drove, I compelled to tears singing “Trust in God-Radio Version”. I lost my voice and started crying with the lyric, “and what you did for me at Calvary as more than enough”.

It will always make me cry to consider the depth of the cross.

Thank you, Jesus, for this sweet nudge to look back. If only to acknowledge, “I see what You did there,” it would have been enough. But, you, in your infinite wisdom, seem to dole out extra portions to me. How could I not be in constant amazement of YOUR Great love. 💜✝️💜