Rise up Jerusalem

     Whenever I hear this phrase, I think of it as my Soul rising from the old me to the new me. Urging myself to shake off despair, darkness and ruin of an old life to a new light that ascends my Spirit to the New Jerusalem of Heaven and our King and our God. In that radiance, I get Peace and forget myself and all my desire for things and thoughts of worrying will disappear and disintegrate into refreshing Waters of cleanliness and Hope. 

     I can use every trouble to the betterment of my Soul for it's good, releasing it to rejoicing for that trouble that I'm experiencing, as a Thanksgiving. This way, I know God will rescue me and stand beside me with the comforting solution of His smile. Going it alone, I cannot conquer it by myself. His strength overwhelms and lulls me to rest in His arms and assures me He will never give me more than I can handle. That He stands right beside me. 

     I rise the Jerusalem of my Soul to the one who leads me through this dry and barren desert. Him being my Oasis, after dragging my tired feet through the sand. He lets me drink of the Saving Waters from the well that never runs dry. My destination is in eyes view and I must keep walking towards it. Never losing focus of the green pastures that lie ahead. 

     In my desire to reach my goal, He walks beside me. Talking to me, holding my hand. Telling me it's not more than He would give me to undertake. 

     Rise up Jerusalem. For ahead lies "The Garden of Eden. The Golden City". Where all things are complete and the Joy is never ending.