The Awakening

O Father, you are doing something new. I feel it coming. It's on the horizon. I'm catching a glimpse of it. I cannot quite make it out yet. I just know it's there. It is the culmination of everything this journey with you has been moving toward. So many stops and turns. So many forks in the road, each requiring pause and reflection to discern the way forward. We are at the threshold of the new thing. The fullness is coming quickly. It will be another collision that has been in the making for over a decade. The way you create and design our destiny is breathtaking. We need not be nervous, only expectant. We are finally ready to be the collision, the very thing you created us for. Ready to step into what was only a soft-spoken whisper of a dream—a lifetime of promises.

Our life journey with you has made us ready: the pressing, the burning, the sifting—all divine appointments with the One who truly transforms, shaping us into the image of Christ over a lifetime. You have never left us. The mighty work I envision on the horizon—it is you coming in a way this generation has not witnessed. It is for you, because of you, and about you. You created us to release your glory on the earth, all of your wonder and love flowing through your beloved, your bride.

It is the harvest I see off in the distance. An abundance of sleepers coming over the hill—no longer sleeping, they have been awakened. We were purified and refined for this hour. Tested and put through the sifter. We have been melted down, and you still choose us for this glory story. We are the soft clay in your hands and our hearts cry out: Here I am, choose me. Cleanse my lips with a coal of fire. Form me into your useful vessel. Knead me and mold me in every circumstance, for your will to be done on earth. Your will, your way.

Dry bones are coming alive and need to know how to truly live. We are the vessels that will carry your living water to them. Help us to know the when, what, why, and how for every person and every moment. Keep us aligned and seated in heavenly places as we pour out to the ones awakening—no longer asleep, rubbing their eyes, ready to see truth—stretching and preparing as they walk over the hill from the valley of death, coming to us who will lead them to the giver of true eternal life.

It's time to soar. An ignition has been lit. Wickedness is burning up. Souls are being born into the spirit, awakening to eternal life. Only God holds the fullness of what's coming as we wait in expectation of this beautiful new chapter of creation being written.