Is the title of a book geared toward women of faith by Lisa Terkeurst.
Over a year ago, the Lord put The Amazing Race into our purview. After consuming many seasons over several months, I thought He wanted me to write a book about “the TRUE Spirit of The Amazing Race”. As a result, I befriended quite a few former contestants.
It would be and could still become a fantastic book. Still, it felt clear when had me pivot from the project last winter. Pause, Carol. Pause here.
Two women, in particular, kept showing up when I would open Facebook. One was a participant on TAR with her husband and the other the wife/mom of a popular Father/Daughter team. I was drawn to the Father Daughter duo for many reasons.
Five days ago, Kathy posted super sweet encouragement about a study book.
The book arrived Friday. I didn’t open it until after church on Sunday and completed meal prepping for the week ahead. When I finally sat down in exhaustion, every page whispered “yes, yes, YES and AMEN!
Mrs. Pauletta is married to the pastor and it was sweet confirmation when she messaged me back.
Since Sunday, everything has been aligning like steppingstones across a river. What felt like a single nudge has become a path. He’s showing me that obedience opens clarity; that saying yes unlocks the next assignment.
So I’m resting in that yes — the same yes that began in Eden, was redeemed at Calvary, and now blooms again in this season of surrender.
Truly blown away at how this is laid out in her book in the second chapter, the one we should be reviewing in a few weeks.
Does what I’m hearing line up with Scripture? All week, He’s been pointing me back to His Word — not just a verse here or there, but a tapestry of truth connecting Genesis to Revelation. The garden, the fall, redemption — all of it confirming what I heard in that quiet 4:30 a.m. nudge: “Give the garden away.”
Is it consistent with God’s character? Every time I test the whisper, I see His kindness woven through it. He doesn’t rush or condemn. He invites.
Is it being confirmed through other messages? Yes — through sermons, songs, and even the words of friends who didn’t know what I was praying. Through you, Lord, arranging divine appointments and holy timing.
Is it beyond me? Absolutely. I could never orchestrate what You’re unfolding. That’s how I know it’s Yours.
Would it please God? When the answer births peace, not pride — that’s when I know. It helps that I feel delightful when He is most likely delighted. 💜✝️💜
The Nudge: Send this random clip to your husband. Now. #YESSIR
Strange Sculpting #ISWYDT 💜✝️💜
Three days ago, I sent my husband a clip of Chadd Wright, a former Navy SEAL, speaking on the Joe Rogan Experience. This morning, we watched the first hour or more over coffee.
A pinch of Divine Humor is hitting me as I type that the “topic was resurrected”. When I was directed to remove polarizing content in July 2022, it included Joe Rogan for me. This morning there was a direct spur to listen to that particular JRE episode with my husband.
Super interesting when balanced with the fact my personal preference would be to listen to the Wesley Huff episode. I’m sure we will, in His Timing.
I had to pause it more than once.
Chadd said more than once that we have nothing to do with Scripture. He was clear that there is nothing we can do to earn God’s grace. I felt it settle into my heart like truth I already knew but needed to hear aloud.
He wasn’t making it about himself—or any man. He was reminding us that the Word of God is not a mirror of our merit; it’s the revelation of His mercy.
Each person whom God inspired to write contributed one piece of the same story: redemption through repentance and the need for a Savior.
None of them wrote about what they could do for God; every line points to what God has done for us.
Calling Joe Rogan
As we listened, I felt a nudge: God is working on Joe Rogan.
For years, Joe has shaped how millions think, question, and seek truth. I am aware of that evolution—and lately, the shift is undeniable.
When I looked back through the history of his podcast, I noticed what you can see in this chart:
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For more than a decade, episodes that touched on faith or the Bible were rare. Beginning around 2023, something changed.
Suddenly, Scripture, Jesus, and spirituality started reappearing—again and again.
The Story the Data Tells
The numbers themselves aren’t sacred—but the pattern feels purposeful. For the sake of my own clarity, I group years together. I’m not seeking to earn a PhD in JRE. 🤣
• 2009 – 2015: Almost no conversation about faith. Joe’s show centered on comedy, MMA, and science.
• 2016 – 2017: A cultural spike. Guests like Jordan Peterson and Russell Brand opened intellectual doors to biblical themes and moral order. It made sense—it was an election year, and the nation was wrestling with truth and identity.
• 2018 – 2020: The conversation cooled. Spiritual talk shifted to psychedelics and consciousness—God without the Bible.
• 2023 – 2025: A new surge. Guests such as Adam Curry, Wesley Huff, Chadd Wright, and Gregg Braden have brought Jesus, grace, and Scripture back to the table.
Naked Truth
Often I am directed to learn things which seem worldly on the surface. Once facts settle in, there is a peace in His Truth of the lesson. For me, today, the stripped down and truth of the data is simple:
The early spiritual spike in JRE was philosophical. This new spiritual spike is personal. It’s less about debating belief and more about people giving testimony.
I can’t shake the thought that God is pursuing Joe Rogan—that He is doing what He has always done: reaching into unexpected spaces to reveal Himself through unexpected people.
So my prayer is simple:
“Father God, please help Joe Rogan listen and HEAR YOU . Let Your Spirit move in him so powerfully that he cannot deny You. Let him have that unmistakable moment when the scales fall away,and he knows—beyond question—that Jesus is real.”
Because when that happens, when Joe truly sees it, millions of ears that have never sat in a pew will suddenly hear the Gospel echo through their headphones.
God has a history of using ordinary people for extraordinary things. Joe Rogan is extraordinary—not because of fame or followers—but because he’s searching, even if he doesn’t yet know Who he’s searching for.
Maybe you, too, are watching someone you love wrestle with belief.
Maybe you’ve felt that same quiet nudge: pray for them anyway.Let this remind you—no one is beyond reach.
The catalyst for the song bursting out of me was a combination of the extensive lessons at His Footstool and this blanket at our Smyrna shop.
Another “New Song” woven from Scripture
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Verse 1 –Dawning Day
When the morning breaks with mercy, (Lam 3 :22–23) And I wake to find You near, (Ps 139 :18) I hear You at the doorway, Lord, (Rev 3 :20) Your whisper stills my fear. (Isa 41 :10) You say, “Knock and it shall open,” (Matt 7 :7–8) “Seek and you will find,” Every promise You have spoken (Josh 21 :45) helps me guard this heart of mine. (Prov 4 :23)
I am yours. (Psalm 119:94)
I am yours.
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Chorus 1 – The Promise
You say, “I AM 3x) with you always, (Matt 28 :20) Even to the end of the age. (same verse) I am, I am, I am with you always, Be still and know My name. (Ps 46 :10) Be still and know— I am the Lord your God. (Ex 20 :2)
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Verse 2 – In the Shadows
When the fear begins its whisper, (Isa 41 :13) And my faith begins to fade, (Matt 14 :31) You remind me of Your power, (Eph 1 :19–20) Of the stone that rolled away. (Matt 28 :2–6) You are nearer than my heartbeat, (Acts 17 :27–28) You are stronger than my pain, (Ps 18 :1–2) Every shadow must surrender (John 1 :5) At the mention of Your name. (Phil 2 :9–10)
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Chorus 2
You promise, (I AM x3) with you always, Even to the end of the age. I am, I am, I am with you always, Be still and know My name. Be still and know— I am the Lord your God.
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Bridge – The Call to Rest
Cease your striving, lay it down, (Ps 46 :10) pour out My Spirit all around . (Isa 32 :15) I am mercy, I am peace, (John 14 :27) I am love that never leaves. (Rom 8 :38–39) I am fire, yet gentle dove, (Acts 2 :3 / Matt 3 :16) Rest, beloved, in My love.(Zeph 3 :17)
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Final Chorus – The Benediction
I am, I am, I am with you always, Even to the end of the age. I am, I am, I am with you always, Be still and know My name. Be still and know— I am. (John 8 :58)
So I put the lyrics into the computer and this chord progression was suggested.
I need to pray about what needs to be edited. For now, it is a work in progress.
(Key of G — 4/4, slow ballad ≈ 70 bpm)
Verse 1
G Em C D
When the morning breaks with mer – cy, I wake to find You near,
G Em C D
I hear You at the door – way, Lord, Your whis – per stills my fear.
Em C G D
You say “Knock and it shall o – pen,” “Seek and you will find,”
Em C G D
Every pro – mise You have spo – helps guard this heart of mine.
Chorus
G D Em C
I am, I am, I am with you al – ways,
G D Em C
E ven to the end of the age.
Am G D C
Be still and know My name — I am the Lord your God.
Thank you, Jesus, for getting Pammie Sue to send me this blanket with YOUR WORD in it. Thank you for everything! May CK have his own “KC & Sunshine Band” spirit to add .💜✝️💜
There is an old joke at home that I shouldn’t speak before coffee. Well, this morning, I was nudged hard to share the word God put on my heart as I was waking.
“I need to look up the word spur. I used it yesterday when I was writing — ‘I was spurred to…’ — and I feel like there’s something in it.”
Mark went to retrieve our coffee and I entered a quick query into my phone.
Praise God for technology, especially when it is used to draw you closer to Father God!
The Spirit doesn’t waste a single word.
He uses even our “odd phrasing” to draw us deeper into His language. Spur? I knew there were no cowboys in The Bible. I had made a Cowboys joke with the request. What I found is too beautiful to not share.
“Spur” only presents itself directly in Hebrews:
Greek Word Study — παροξυσμός (paroxysmos)
The word spur in Hebrews 10:24 comes from the Greek παροξυσμός (paroxysmos).
It combines para (“beside”) and oxys (“sharp, keen, pointed”).
Literally, it means “a sharpening alongside.”
It’s where we get our English paroxysm — a sudden burst or intensity. Interesting to me that upon a 2025 definition, it’s predominantly a negative word. You can have a paroxysm of joy, but it appears to be an uncommon use.
In biblical context, it means a holy stirring — a sharp urging that awakens love into motion.
To spur one another on is to sharpen each other’s spirits until love breaks into action.
This isn’t a soft encouragement; it’s holy friction.
The kind of friendship that stirs, not soothes — that provokes us toward holiness, not comfort.
The Companion Word — παρακαλέω (parakaleō)
The Apostle Paul uses a softer word for encouragement in 1 Thessalonians 5 : 11
Here, encourage comes from παρακαλέω (parakaleō) — to come alongside and call forth courage.
It’s the same root as Paraclete — the name Jesus gave the Holy Spirit. Oh, how I love telling everyone about my “pair of cleats”. 😇
It rests on my heart like beautiful tension: :
παροξυσμός (paroxysmos) — the sharp spur that awakens.
παρακαλέω (parakaleō) — the gentle voice that steadies.
The Spirit does both — He stirs and steadies, awakens and anchors.
Biblical Context
Acts 15:39:Here, paroxysmos describes the “sharp disagreement” that led Paul and Barnabas to separate.
Hebrews 10:24:The word is used positively to encourage believers to “provoke one another (SPUR) to love and good deeds”.
To be fair, looking at the “negative” conflict, I see His Hand using that conflict to spread the Gospel. Even Google says: “This separation, though born from conflict, ultimately allowed for the expansion of the Gospel to different regions. “.
Hebrew roots?
While spur doesn’t appear as a direct word in Hebrew, its heartbeat pulses through the verbs of divine awakening. I will dive deeper into these when called to do so.
עוּר (ʿur)
Root meaning: to rouse, awaken, stir up, arouse oneself, incite, awaken into consciousness.
“The Lord stirred up the spirit of Cyrus king of Persia.” — Ezra 1 : 1
Super fun to see it doubled for emphasis in Isa 52:1.
This is ʿur twice — doubled for emphasis. It feels like a prophetic cry of restoration: “Wake up, dress in holiness, remember who you belong to!”
גָּרָה (garah)
Root meaning: to stir up, to excite, to provoke, to contend, to awaken into action
“Begin to provoke him to battle.” — Deut 2 : 24
שׁוּב (shuv)
Root meaning: to turn back, return, restore, bring back, repent.
“Turn us again, O God, and cause Thy face to shine.” — Ps 80 : 3
Of those three roots, my heart “moves to “shoove”, the pronunciation of shuv. This single root appears more than 1,000 times in the Hebrew Bible — more than any other verb of movement. It defines the very nature of repentance (teshuvah in Hebrew — literally “a returning”).
Everywhere this concept of “the Hebrew Spur” appears, the rhythm feels like “yield, awaken, MOVE!”
Awakening — The Spirit stirs (Ezra 1:1).
Sharpening — Community provokes one another to love (Hebrews 10:24).
Encouraging — The Spirit strengthens (1 Thess 5:11).
Surrender opens the door and the spur moves the feet. If Father God likes nudging me with the spur of His glorious cowboy boot spur, I am here for it. Thank you, Jesus!
Love in Truth and Action
To be spurred by God isn’t about being pressured — it’s about being prompted.
It’s the divine nudge that says it’s time to take action and move.
Maybe it’s time to forgive.
Maybe it’s time to serve.
Maybe it’s time to baptize, build, speak, or go.
Whatever the direction or action, the source is always the same. I love my internal GPS…God’s Perfect Son. I love these lessons which are anchoring my heart and spirit all the more to His Word.
I was spurred to study “spur” before coffee. I flipped to Numbers 14 and have been processing it most of the day. My Matthew 28:30 blanket at the shop had me singing a new song all day.
Father God, Stir me awake with Your holy spur. Sharpen my heart where it has grown dull, and provoke me to love that acts and gives and moves.
When I hesitate, remind me that the same Spirit who stirs me also strengthens me.
Spur me on, Lord — to love and good works. Thank you for washing me clean every morning and teaching me so tenderly with gusto. I am yours. Please keep the boot spur on my hind quarters, if necessary. In Jesus name, Amen.
Have you ever noticed that the words you speak or sing seem to reach Heaven differently than the words you only think or write?
For most of my life, I’ve prayed quietly — journaling, whispering, or sometimes just thinking the words. I believed He heard me, and He did. How do I know? His Word tells me God heard Hannah without a sound.
October 2023, something shifted. My husband and I were returning from Italy, delayed and running late for our flight out of JFK Terminal 4. His boarding pass had TSA pre-check; mine didn’t. Long story short, my only option was to get a new ticket with my TSA pre-check status on it. That didn’t work either. The answer when I asked the Delta employee, “what can I do?” Returned a flippant comment. She pointed to a petite Muslim lady and said, “ you can pray she can help you.”
Okay. No problem. Praying is one of my love languages and a battle cry!
There is an entire miracle story to be told about JFK Terminal 4 and me singing the bridge to Gratitude as I ran up two flights of stairs.
I am someone who has sang karaoke exactly twice, both with large groups of friends. I have one friend who loves to hear me sing “off key and often”. I had been told for 55 years I could NOT sing!
There I was in JFK Terminal 4, singing out loud— bold, breathless, free — with less than a minute to spare when I reached the gate.
By the time we arrived home, something had changed.
My voice — the one that had never been strong or clear — was suddenly different. Since that day, it’s as if the Holy Spirit Himself tuned it. What began as a song of desperation became a sound of deliverance. I call that my paraclete moment — because I didn’t need a pair of cleats. I had the Paraclete (John 14:26), the Holy Spirit running beside me.
Over the months that followed, especially beginning in November 2023, the singing came more often. In my isolation — where He always meets me — the same song would rise up, only now, it was peaceful. I could listen without wincing.
I could sense God is delighted when praise bursts forth into song.
🎵 The Breath and the Word
In Hebrew, voice is qol (קוֹל) — meaning sound, thunder, or utterance. It’s connected to ruach (רוּח) — breath, spirit, wind.
When we speak or sing, we release that breath into the atmosphere. We partner with the same creative energy that began the world:
Genesis 1:3
Every word we voice becomes vibration — moving through air, through Spirit. That’s why Proverbs 18:21 says, “Death and life are in the power of the tongue.”
And Isaiah 55:11 promises
Zephaniah 3:17 shows us that He Himself sings!
The Many Ways He Hears
Whether silent like Hannah, whispered in prayer, or shouted on the stairs of an airport — God hears it all.
Some of us write our prayers. Some of us weep them. Some of us finally sing them.
The method isn’t the miracle — the obedience is.
Writing roots the Word deep.
Speaking releases it into the air.
Singing lifts it to Heaven.
Where might God want to give you a new sound — not for perfection, but for connection?
If He met you in silence today, would you trust that He could meet you in song tomorrow?
May you find courage to lift your voice, however it sounds, and discover that He already tuned it for praise. Praise is a phenomenal weapon! Armor up!
Last night felt like one of those evenings that God writes Himself. It would be impossible to convey the depth. It brings up my own daughter’s habit years ago of how she would “recommend” things with four word sentence structures.
#ISWYDT Much words. Many feelings. 💜✝️💜
10 / 10. Father God, forgive me that “perfect tens” bring me back to old memories of Nadia at the Olympics. The only perfection on earth comes from you. Still, I see the parallels between balancing, vaulting and dancing for YOU versus the world.
John 10 : 10 and Revelation 10 : 10 work together beautifully. Those are the 10/10’s you used to stick a perfect landing in my heart. It may never look perfect to the world and that is the point. 💜✝️💜
Two verses—both ten ten—speaking the same rhythm: life received, word consumed, peace realized.
Like any married couple, we have a routine each evening. The last thirty minutes of our evening , we are typically snuggled up in bed watching something on TV. I curl up on my left side and rest in the nook of his right arm. I have always called it The Nook. 😇
Perhaps because I had been in the WORD all day, I was extra sensitive. I don’t claim to know HOW God moves. I only know He moved me to turn my eyes away from the TV last night and let it fade to background noise.
I placed my right hand over his heart and it felt like I melted into my husband.
I began to pray instead of watch.
I pictured the Name of Yahweh written in the palm of my hand—just as Scripture says His name is written on ours—and I whispered His breath-name with each inhale and exhale.
Yah (in) … Weh (out).
Gratitude poured out of me—thankfulness for this man, our marriage, for all the ways God has used him to protect us and our business. The kind of utterly raw gratitude born from being so in love with Jesus that I am feasting on His Word. Feeling so full of Him and thanking Him for all the truths He is revealing to me.
Thank you, Jesus, for all the treasures you have planted in my heart!
Breathe in. Breathe out. Then came deeper breathing and silently singing, “ Sanctify us by your truth. Your word is truth.” I have been hearing that scripture as a new song in my heart. It was a prime evening and the song was inspired directly by the doubly primed John 17:17.
I love, love LOVE how He connected John and Revelation 10:10’s for me. It helps my brain when He gives me “bookends”. He really is a Good, Good Father. He knows exactly how he wired my brain.
Last night was so much more than a wife silently singing, praising God and praying over her husband. For the past few months, the sanctity of our marital bed has been a dominant theme. It felt like our entire marital covenant was renewed without a single word being spoken between us.
I realized it was more than peace; it was perfect peace — shalom shalom. Certainly the closest to perfect peace I have experienced in nearly 58 years.
I felt something so deep and was exhausted beyond exhausted.
The still small voice is more than powerful and gave me strength when I was nudged to look deeper into what shalom really means. I studied it extensively over the past year, but I was so tired my brain was struggling to retrieve the heart of the word.
“Let the last words you hear tonight help you truly rest. Shalom is MY WORD, hear it “. That was the gist of the nudge.
So I asked the question via the internet and I read aloud to my husband the fullness of that word:
Shalom means not just calmness but wholeness, completeness, the harmony of body, soul, and spirit; how its root, shalem, means to be made whole; how true shalom shalom is peace stacked upon peace—heaven’s wholeness touching earth’s heart.
10 / 10 in every way.
The date of abundant life.
The verse of the sweet scroll.
Being in My Nook and realizing deeply it is His Nook. I felt both the embrace of my husband on earth and the embrace of the Father in heaven.
The evening of shalom shalom—perfect peace, twice spoken, fully lived.
Perfection, twice over.
Wowza. Another double portion. Thank you, Jesus.
PS. As a proverbial cherry on top of the heavenly sundae …this day is the anniversary of meeting Miss Roxanne in Montepulciano! Oh, how I love her!
Somewhere in MyGodRoom, I have written about my “arm cover” and pray to find it. There was something attached that I am meant to revisit today. That link had Jeremiah 33:3 at the bottom. *Chills*. Multiple searches on key words and I can not find it.
This text was to L’Tonya on August 9. Her name pulled up that blog, with Zephaniah 3:17, not the pillow or sleeping situation. 💜✝️💜
Shortly after the spirit moved me on May 8, 2025, I began to sleep on my stomach instead of my side. I sleep with my face turned on the mattress and my arms are over my head, underneath the pillow.
I didn’t used to sleep this way. In fact, I used to guard my heart even in the night – folded, tense, half-ready to rise again.
But since the spring, something in me has softened. Now I lie face down, arms stretched overhead, hands meeting beneath the pillow, forearms hidden like roots under gentle soil.
And somehow, even in sleep, I feel Him there —not above me, not distant —but around me, under me, within the quiet rise of breath.
Sometimes the pillow feels like His hand, the soft weight of mercy pressing out the day’s noise. Other times it’s like the cloud that hid Moses —a covering where He whispers peace.
I can’t even rest on top of the pillow anymore. I essentially burrow beneath it, like a child hiding in light.
It’s as if my spirit knows that He is between the world and the wounds I used to carry.
And while I sleep, He speaks.
Not always in words — sometimes in warmth, sometimes in pictures that feel like home. Dreams where the edges of fear dissolve, and the sound of His laughter becomes the rhythm of my breathing. I love the dreams where I wake up giggling a pinch.
I’m learning to let Him be the pillow, the wing, the breath beneath my arms. Really trying to relearn everything to the point He is My Everything.
I’m learning that childlike trust is not regression —it’s an internal resurrection. I love this verse from Isaiah as a double dose of Shalom. This exact repetition, “shalom shalom,” occurs twice in Scripture
Isaiah 26 : 3 and Isaiah 57 : 19 form beautiful bookends. Chapter 26 is more about a personal, inner wholeness and Chapter 57 a more communal, reconciling wholeness.
The 13-year-old heart I thought was long gone is just learning how to sleep again. It only took 44 years to feel TRULY safe, covered, and spoken to by Love Himself.
Actually, I have been so many places in scripture, It would be impossible to document everything the Holy Spirit has been teaching me.
Still, I need to document the gist of the adventure. It’s been a doozy.
I started in Genesis, tracing the moment God covered Adam and Eve. I looked up the Hebrew — kaphar, to cover, to atone — and then I saw how the word for skin (‘or’) was almost the same as light (or).
That stopped me. It felt like He whispered, “You were once clothed in My light, and I’m still covering you.”
I didn’t just read it — I felt it.
Then I followed the thread of 3:16–17 — the curse, the promise, the Savior, the song.
From “Cursed is the ground for your sake” to “For God so loved the world” to “The Lord your God will rejoice over you with singing.”
It was as if the whole Bible bent around those verses,and I saw how the curse became the chorus — how grace sang louder than grief.
Next came the 2:22s —He spoke to me about relationship, union, and belonging. It may be an odd way for others, but the nudge was clear to dig deeper into the power of twos. Every since May 2024, double portions have been drowning me.
Full disclosure, I was directed to use the tools at my disposal I let the computer make the images.
From the rib to the Bride, from the garden to the Church,
He keeps forming family out of dust and breath.
I thought about how He covers me differently now. He’s drawn me toward modesty, reverence, and holy covering.
It’s ironic, really. He has literally circumcised my flesh from a size 18-20 to an 8-10. Every step in the process, “less was more”. Less weight externally carried a different weight internally for me…More Jesus and Less Carol.
It’s not shame to dress modestly. It’s sacred.
And then — 33:3.
“Call to Me, and I will answer you.”
That verse hit me like a flood.
Because I have been calling,
and today it felt like He answered — not with thunder, but with threads.
Every word wove into the next until it felt like He was saying,
“See? I’ve been here in every chapter, every number, every tear.”
I am crying now, but these tears are watering something good.
I don’t know what will grow from them yet,
but I know He planted something precious today.
And I was here.
I was fully here — in His Word, in His presence, in His story.
I thought I would be writing about Psalm 118 today.
Instead, I was pulled rather firmly back to Isaiah.
“Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon you.” — Isaiah 60:1
There’s something sacred about that first word — arise.
It’s not whispered. It’s a call to stand up. To lift your head when everything around you feels heavy. To step out of the ashes, the waiting, or the weariness you’ve been sitting in. The Hebrew word means to be established — to take your rightful place. It’s resurrection language. It’s God saying, “Get up, my child. I’m doing something new.”
And then comes shine.
Not perform. Not prove. Just shine. The light isn’t something you have to generate — it’s something you reflect. Like the moon catches the sun, you simply mirror the glory that’s already rising on you. The glory of the Lord doesn’t demand effort — it simply asks for availability. When His presence fills you, you can’t help but radiate Him.
And then — this line that always stills my heart — “For your light has come.” Not will come. Not might come someday when you’ve finally got it all together.
It’s already here. The dawn has already broken. The Light has come — His name is Jesus — and His presence in you is proof that the darkness doesn’t get the final word.
Isaiah wrote those words to a people coming out of devastation — exiles returning to ruins. It was God saying, My presence is returning. My favor hasn’t forgotten you. My glory still chooses you. And it still speaks today.
Because when His glory rises upon you, it changes everything. The Hebrew word for “glory” — kabod — means weight, substance, presence. This isn’t just a glow; it’s His very being resting on you. And when that happens, you can’t stay in the same place. You can’t stay silent. You can’t stay small.
And then Isaiah 60:2–3 continues, “Darkness shall cover the earth… but the Lord will arise over you, and His glory will be seen upon you. Nations will come to your light.”
That’s the part that wrecks me every time.
Because your rising isn’t just for you. It’s for someone else’s breakthrough.
When you get up, someone else finds their way.
When you shine, someone else sees hope again.
When you let His glory rest on you, the world around you starts to believe light is still possible.
So if you’re tired, if the weight of the world has kept you low — hear it again with your spirit:
Arise. Shine. Your light has already come.
The glory of the Lord is resting on you right now.
Wowza! Our Savior singing in Matthew 26:30 — “And when they had sung a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives.”
It hit me like I’d never seen it before. After sharing the Passover meal — breaking bread, offering the cup, and speaking words of covenant love — Jesus sang a hymn with His disciples:
When I dug deeper, I realized that hymn would have been the Hallel Psalms (115–118) — songs of praise and deliverance. That means, on the very night He was betrayed, He was singing, “The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone,” and “This is the day the Lord has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.”
That just rocks my world tonight — to imagine Jesus singing Psalms 115-118 before walking to Gethsemane. I pray you think about Jesus singing the next time you are reading those Psalms. 💜✝️💜
Psalm 115 – He gives glory to the Father.
Psalm 116 – He accepts the cup of suffering.
Psalm 117 – He looks to the nations who will be saved.
Psalm 118 – He declares resurrection victory and cornerstone destiny.
He sang His own prophecy before walking to the cross. Every verse a step toward Calvary — every word an offering of trust. What love the Father has for us to send his only son to die for our sin.
I am really stuck on all kinds of hymns recently. I should not be surprised Father God gave me another “new song” today.
My God Room 