You're Still Writing Me

🕍 "You're Still Writing Me" – The Tabernacle Journey in Song ✍️🔥

In the sacred stillness of the Tabernacle, where light flickers from golden lampstands and incense rises like prayers from aching hearts, one truth echoes through every curtain and cord: God is still writing us.

The song “You’re Still Writing Me (Anthem of the Becoming Miracle)” is more than music—it’s a journey through the Tabernacle of the soul. Each lyric draws us inward, from the dusty outer courts of doubt and disillusionment to the Holy of Holies, where we remember we are known, loved, and authored by the Divine.

Reflections

I was recently reflecting upon the power of belief in God. Belief in relationships, belief in humanity, belief in one's divine self... belief in forgiveness and miracles.
The power of belief is a choice, it's a power, it's our very power of creation.

⛺ From the Altar of Sacrifice
“Just a dreamer on a midnight road…”

The song opens where many of us begin—in the wilderness, hearts grown cold, disconnected from the fire of worship.

This is the Altar of Sacrifice, the first station in the Tabernacle. Here, the journey starts with honesty. A laying down. A giving up.

“You don’t wait for me to be whole / You meet me broken and call it soul.”

It’s here we surrender the illusion of perfection.
We bring our burnt-out dreams, our half-written pages.
And God begins again.

💦 To the Laver:
“I was made to need / The spark of faith that sets me free…”

After the altar comes the Laver, the basin of cleansing.
Not just about washing hands—but about renewal of identity.
The “spark of faith” is rediscovered not through striving, but through surrender.

“Even just a seed of belief / Can shake the chains and set me free.”

Here we remember: grace is not reserved for the perfect, but for the willing.

🕯️ The Menorah’s Flame:
“You’re the Word that makes my spirit warm…”

Inside the Holy Place, the Menorah glows with steady light
—representing the Spirit, the presence of God, and His ongoing revelation.

In the song, the metaphor of a book unfolding through the storm reflects this: God is both Light and Word.

“Every ‘no’ and ‘not yet’ line / Was just You carving out the climb.”

This is the social/emotional light—the Spirit gently shaping us in love.
In the Menorah’s glow, we find hope rekindled.

🍞 Table of Shewbread
“To know that covenant love still stays…”

Here, twelve loaves sit always before the Lord
—symbolizing His covenant, His consistency.
The table reminds us that we are not alone in our journey.
That even in silence, He is with us, feeding our souls.

“So I won’t just learn about You, Lord / I’ll adore You on my knees.”

Worship matures from knowledge into adoration—from theory into encounter.

🌫️ Altar of Incense
“Each chapter bleeds of sacrifice…”

The Altar of Incense sits just before the veil.
It’s the place of longing, of deep prayer, of imagination infused by Spirit.
Every verse of the song is a rising fragrance, shaped by pain but transformed into poetry.

“Faith isn’t finishing the race— / It’s trusting You’ve already won!”

Here we give voice to mystery.
We name the ache, and we trust that God is in the becoming.

🕊️ Holy of Holies
“You’re still writing me... with Your blood and destiny”

Past the veil, into the Holy of Holies,
we meet the miracle: a God who writes with blood, who writes us blessed.
It is here we remember: we are not abandoned stories or broken chapters.
We are living temples. Becoming miracles.

“Every scar a miracle / Every wound now prophecy.”

He is the Author and Finisher—not just of faith, but of you.

🌄 Final Reflection

This song is the sound of the Tabernacle turned inward.
It is the journey of return—the recognition that we are not finished, not forgotten. We are in the middle of a sacred sentence.

🕊️ The Tabernacle was never just about ritual
—it was always about relationship.

And the song is an anthem of that relationship unfolding—mysterious, miraculous, and merciful.

📖 Isaiah said it best:

“O Lord, Thou art our Father; we are the clay, and Thou our potter; and we all are the work of Thy hand.”
— Isaiah 64:8

You’re still being shaped.
You’re still being written.
You are still becoming a temple filled with light.