Written on April 6, 2016.
In the not so distant land of Threshold, burrowed into the border, lives a little tree named Moonglow, planted in fall for the arrival of spring. It’s planter, a no longer so little maiden who sows because she believes. While shovel turned dirt, a simple song sang, “By faith, their eyes were opened.” And the maiden memoried the part of her that entered Heaven when the rest of her came to earth.
Moonglow’s fruit would one day be pears, for that was the desire of the maiden. Though a sapling stood before her, her eyes encountered a tall tower, bursting with fruit that would invite her to taste and see. To believe and behold. Over and over.
The stewards of the maiden were often dispatched to Threshold to remember romance, and while there, they would visit Moonglow. Many a Monday they discovered growth that would lead to great. But one Monday, they found Moonglow had been waved by water and broken by breeze. And it’s slender stem lay cradled upon creation. Tears fell only to be caught by the King of Threshold and all that lay beyond. He watered Moonglow with them as He said, “only sleeping.”
Many Mondays followed. For the stewards, there was not much eyes could see that said fruit was the future. But the King said “only sleeping.” And so, they sang a prayer and prayed a song and danced in declaration of what was to come.
And then came a Monday. The Monday that held Moonglow’s surprise. A bud broken forth from branch. Tiny. Tender. There.
Bliss became the maiden’s blessing upon hearing of Moonglow’s magnitude. Inhaling wonder and exhaling delight, she said, “It’s time to nestle it’s companion.” For though she didn’t know upon her seeking, she did upon her finding that a gift such as hers needed a compliment. Without, there would be buds but no blooms. Form but no fruit. She was in pursuit of awe and knew nothing was as it should be until it came as counterpart and completer.
We are sleepers too. Like Adam and Abraham, only sleeping in order to be separated unto wholeness. To be awakened with the breath of beauty and the kiss of consummation. Roused by what dwelled dormant within, as it pecks us with perfection, as bud becomes burst.
Sleeper in Hebrew is from the root, ‘shanah’ which is the same root for the ‘shannah’ that completes Rosh Hashanna. Shannah means “over and over, change, new beginning.” Comprised and companioned of ‘shin’ (completeness, wholeness), ‘nun’ (moving forward) and ‘hei’ (presence of God).
To sleep is to be completed, made whole so we can move forward in His presence throughout not the next day, but the new day.
We are lovers awaiting the knock at our hearts door. Only sleeping, miles are distanced and barriers breached. Union comes as He moves beyond our room to the frame of our intimacy. The place we can embrace.
Though we sleep, our hearts are awake. He puts us to sleep because we long for Him. He awakens because He desires us.
Only sleeping is the verse that beckons the chorus:
“Awake, my glory! Awake harp and lyre! I will awaken the dawn.” Psalm 57:8
We are awakened to engage. Not into battle. That is not what our feet to the floor are for. Our quickening is so that we might do something about His faithfulness, not His fight. And when the glory from the deep in us explodes, the exuberance of creation dawns again. And we come, we go, with Him. Companions and compatriots.
Sleep means “to remain”. Awakened we are co-lingerers. Co-lovers. Complete for that day. This day.
This morning, as slumber turned splendor, I thought of all the glory I have been awakened to. The miracle of morning. As sleeper, I have been prepared for the arrival of who He is each and every day. I have learned that I walk on water when I am not drowned by flood. That I split the Red Sea when I separate light from dark so another can pass through.
And I’m reminded of some that have taught me. The not so littles, not because they are bigger now, but because they really never were Small. Not in how they saw (and still see) Him.
I remember one who went to sleep having sought Him for provision, awakened, marveling at the penny in her bed. And the one who planted a crushed bird’s egg so a new bird could grow. That one who awakened to find a baby bird standing on that very spot. The one who asked for a dream and awakened from an encounter. The one who drifted off with a laid down dress upon her hope chest and awakened to find the one she laid it down for.
We are awakened each day because we are His glory. We are here to awaken the dawn in the all and every He has entrusted to us.
Ask Pappa to reveal to you what He completed while you slept. And what He roused you to awaken today!