I woke up this morning.
My heart was beating.
My blood was flowing.
I was alive!

After being dead to the world in deep sleep for hours,
my eyes opened and I arose from my bed.

This waking and rising that happens every 24 hours —

— it is resurrection practice!

— it is a daily reminder that He rose from deep death!

— it is a built-in rehearsal for the raising of our bodies that is to come!

— it is a re-enacting of the greatest victory ever won!

— it is an innate, indwelling circadian rhythm that stirs us to wake up!

— it is an opportunity to receive the breath of life for another day!

— it is an invitation to leave the darkness and walk in the light!

Lord, may we be awakened to the wonder of Resurrection and Life.
Every day.
May we rise up and revel in our own mini-resurrections.
Every morning.

“Wake up, O sleeper, rise from the dead and Christ will shine on you.” Eph. 5:14

His heart beats, His blood begins to flow,
Waking up what was dead a moment ago.
And His heart beats, now everything is changed,
‘Cause the blood that brought us peace with God
Is racing through His veins.
And His heart beats.

He took one breath,
And put death to death.
Where is your sting, O grave?
How grave is your defeat?
I know, I know His heart beats.

His Heart Beats, Andrew Peterson