I'm Everything I am Because You Love Me 11-21-25

I woke up, the second time this morning, with a very different song in my heart, drawing me out of my sleep to worship, to thank God for the day and get ready for my morning prayer time with my friends. It is no secret by now that I usually wake up to a song, and it usually is a worship song or a hymn. This one wasn’t – at least it wasn’t meant to be originally. It is also no secret that some secular songs we’ve heard for years can just as easily – and sometimes more appropriately! - be love songs toward God. This is so evident, and taken advantage of in movies like “Sister Act” where contemporary love songs Like “I Love Him”/“I Will Follow Him”... are sung by nuns in a campy bad girl turned good themed movie...but I digress.

This morning’s song is one of those secular songs that fits this description. “I’m Everything I am Because You Love Me” by Celine Dion changed the direction my head was going, acknowledging that because of Jesus, His work in my heart, His Spirit guiding and directing me, He IS my strength when I feel weak, He IS my eyes when I can’t see... the times He stood by me, the dreams He placed in my heart… the grateful tears flow and I have just enough time to get dressed for “Prayer Dock” and bolt out the door…

This morning’s prayer dock, held in the living room as it’s in the 20’s this morning, is the most powerful time of surrender and discernment I’ve ever had – the ministry going on in that room to and between us was something I’ve never experienced in 62 years of life.

I’m going to be processing this for a while - and I never want to go back to not walking in the awareness of that clear and overflowing exchange of Grace and empowerment! I don’t want this on the back burner. Ever. This freedom, this release from grave clothes I didn’t know were clinging to me. This is not just for me. It’s an invitation to lean in and listen. He IS speaking. This phoenix is rising from the ashes of chains that have been turned to powder. The mummy-wrappings are exchanged for royal robes of God’s Grace. It all feels like “a lot”… and it is. But it’s not something honestly that wasn’t really unexpected… I’ve felt this call, dreamed the dreams, felt the warming fire, turned up at different times to refine off the dross – scooping it off. The contentment and peace afterwards were palpable – at a level I have not felt in a long time. A quiet confidence with expectancy and joy. I want to share this oil. But the oil wasn’t easy. It was pressed and squeezed and flowed because of pressure. Choices to “come away with me My love, My beloved” and be with Him on the hills of myrrh, preparing for burial, … “buried with Christ in His death, raised to new life in His resurrection.” Help me live and walk in this newness of life always Lord. Because captivity may be easier to maintain, but freedom is infinitely better!