Rise Up. Come away.

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I don't know if it is obsessive compulsive of me, but I wrote out Song of Songs 2:10 about 10 times in my journal. It reads,

"Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away."

Something about those words ministered to a place deep inside of me. I am craving a day of nothing but God speaking into my spirit. Maybe I will just lay there all day listening.

I simply know that the time is coming.

My husband is currently playing a little Spanish guitar in front of a crackling fire and I just breathe in the peace of the moment. I thank God for this. It pushes me on. I meditate on the Christmas season and my thoughts are full of all the blessings I hope for those around me...my friends, my family, my little girl. If I could wrap up one thing this Christmas and send it to all the people I love, I think it would be a big healthy dose of bone deep faith. I want my daughter to know and understand the depth of love that Christ offers her. I want my husband to be propelled forward by a radical acceptance of exactly what God has called him to.I want our family and friends to understand firsthand answer to prayer. I want Christian brothers and sisters to rejoice when we tell them of what God has done.

My prayer for you this Christmas is that you be overspread with, suffused, covered, pervaded, bathed, and flooded with rooted faith in real person of Jesus Christ.

"I will heal their waywardness and love them freely, for my anger has turned away from them. I will be like the dew to Israel; he will blossom like a lily. Like a cedar of Lebanon he will send down his roots; his young shoots will grow. His splendor will be like an olive tree, his fragrance like a cedar of Lebanon. Men will dwell again in his shade. He will flourish like the grain. He will blossom like a vine, and his fame will be like the wine from Lebanon."
Hosea 14:4-7

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    Comments

    Pasta Curls for Him said…
    I love it - all of it. Mostly your prayer for me (and anyone who reads your spot) this Christmas!

    Thank you lovely sister in Christ - you are a blessing to me daily. Just a simple thought of you can be an encouragement to me.

    Love and Hugs!
    Christine
    1:40 AM
    Tiffany Atwood said…
    Thank you, Stephanie, for your blog. You are such an inspiration and reading your blog each week encourages me greatly. Rise up, my sister!

    Love you.
    10:08 AM
    Steph Cherry said…
    Thank you both. Your words are very kind and encourage me to press on writing. I love you both! Merry Christmas.
    10:20 AM
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