Day 148 Movie Time

 

5/29/2026

"If you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself, 

and then make a change." 

Michael Jackson  

 

Today my son had a free afternoon, as his plans had changed, so we decided to do something fun, something we'd not done together in a long time. It was such a nice day, and yesterday I spent the day working outside, cutting the grass before the next rainy days came, and my son had worked along side of me getting some outside work accomplished. There never seems to be a shortage of work to do around here, and I am determined to get this place looking better than it has in quite a while. That will require determination and grit - "courage, resilience, and unwavering perseverance."

We decided to go to the movies, and the movie my son wanted to see was Michael, about the life of Michael Jackson, who was played by his nephew Jaafar Jackson. I heard Kirk Cameron, the Christian actor, speak about the movie, saying that it was a good one to see. Normally I'm a fan of movies like The Chosen and The Lord of the Rings, but I love movies about the lives of people I admire, and Michael Jackson always seemed a kind and considerate young man, only eight years my junior actually. I have never been a fanatic fan of any actor or singer, but I have always admired creative talent, and he was a very gifted artist with multiple God-given talents. The movie was well done, and his nephew definitely was the right one to play the part. Jaafar in his own right is a wonderful artist, and this movie was his acting debut, I understand. I pray his career follows an honorable path.

It was very emotional for me in discovering that Michael's life was one of deep hurts, and he was not allowed to be a child, which explains much of his life. His empathy for those who were hurting whether emotionally or physically becomes very recognizable and understandable. He was known for his philanthropy for those who had desperate needs, especially children. He often visited children in hospitals, and it seems as if when approached, wherever he was, he took time to visit with people and sign autographs. He loved stuffed animals and real ones, especially those endangered, and I can relate to both of these likes. He seemed very much a kindred spirit of sorts to me. It's a shame that his life was cut short, because he was going to begin his career again after controversy not included in this film, of which I am relieved. He had a very deep love for his mother, and they spent quality time together in the evenings watching movies and sharing ice cream. Seeing the relationship, understanding how she must have felt, and grateful for her defending Michael warmed my heart. 

We can never know what another person's life is about, and it seems that after people are dead, tongues begin to wag, criticisms comes, and on and on it goes. I don't know if this is due to jealousy or lack of something better to do. Perhaps the hope of notoriety they have desired in their lives and never achieved on their own merit. This may well be why people tend to kick others while they're down. I don't understand many things, as I've said before multiple times. I just know the person I desire to be, one who brings honor and glory to my Lord and Savior, and a person who loves my neighbor as myself...or better. I think this is what Michael Jackson wanted to do. Only God knows his story, but the movie was well worth the seeing. 

Day 147 We Try

 

5/28/2026

“Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward.” 

 Psalm 127:3 

 

Life has a way of playing tricks on us. But then the life of a follower of Jesus Christ often brings conflict and unexpected disruptions. Just when one victory is won, a seeming defeat comes to knock us off our feet. It really shouldn't be a surprise, as this has been the way it has been since the beginning of time. I often wonder why things must be certain ways, and most of the time I blame myself as I seem to think I deserve every evil or insult that comes my way. I understand all too well that I do not deserve any good thing, much less to be able to enter into heaven. I realize the price Jesus paid to ransom my soul, and I wonder why He did it, because I have failed so miserably. I failed the One person who was willing to die so that I could live. As I have often testified, once you see His death on the cross on your behalf, you will never be able to unsee His sacrificial love. I feel blessed to have spiritual eyes to see, and a heart of deep repentance and a heart that wants to bring honor to His Name. He is forever a part of me, and I wouldn't have it any other way. But with commitment comes a high price, and I am slowly learning how great it can be.

It's very difficult for me to watch my country follow the path it has been hard pressed to pursue. And in spite of the gifts God has given to our great country, it only takes a few to cripple and devastate our nation. Daily I see hatred grow and disdain and blatant disrespect shown to our leadership and by our leaders even by professing Christians. This is not as it should be, but it is. Almost every day I post or state publicly that the church needs to wake up. These are not my words but God's words so aptly spoken in His Word. And they are so ignored today. Many are begging God for revival, coming before the throne of grace daily interceding for breakthrough and breakout, but their hearts are not right. I often think those who pray for the rapture just want to escape, and they really have no true sense of their part in the story, their identify in Christ. We are failing miserably, as many of the prayers are superficial and have not taken root in the heart of the one offering. The church is failing. We as individuals within the body of Christ are failing.

Words hurt us, and they can never be taken back. Through God's love and grace, we learn the wonderful blessing of repentance and forgiveness, not because we have to or He won't forgive us - which is true - but once you experience the depth of His great love and sacrifice, you change. I've suffered at the hands of loose lips and angry slips of the tongue, and to this day there are those I remember, even though I have long forgiven. My regret was that I was not able to confront the teacher in love when I was eleven or twelve years of age. Rather, I absorbed the lie, and it adversely effected my life for a season. As I look back over my life, as I am made to recall for reasons only God allows, I endured many callous remarks, perhaps aimed at me, because I was there, too small to be elsewhere. Perhaps I asked too many questions regarding wrongs I saw. I particularly always wanted to know why we sat at one table and others at another, or why there were two bathrooms and two water fountains for people. Remember I was born in 1950, and I could see, and I could feel the hurt. I realize now that God had His hand on me then. He saved me at birth from being choked to death in my mother's womb. She suffered greatly, and I think her entire life had mostly deep hurts, or sadness never fully expressed. There are so many things I have witnessed and seen without being shown or told. I just knew.

Today I was wrongly accused of some things from many, many years ago, but I know that the enemy is very cunning, and I know that he can make things appear very real in our minds, when it is not true. We are in a spiritual battle, and the ones who will hate us the most will be those we are close to, as Jesus said it would be. I wish it were not so, but I will not fight with someone or attempt to vindicate myself, because I trust God, so I put this hurt into His hands. I know that He will sort it out, and the enemy will be exposed. Life is hard, and in trying to help save someone from harm, we may tend to go a little overboard at times, and I have done this, leading to misunderstanding. Sadly I have learned that many things are beyond my control, but I am at least glad that I tried. My son told me that I cared too much about other people, and he also said that I had always put others first before myself. One day perhaps he will remember those words. I haven't changed, as I still do this, because it is right and kind, and I had good examples in my parents and grandparents. At least that was my experience. 

I am grateful for my life, and for my family, and for my children. God graciously allowed me to have three miracle children. I know that regardless of how things may be now that God has a plan for each of them. I will trust Him, as I always have, but the road ahead is dark right now, with corners of light, some very bright, yet fading at the end of day or at the crook in the road. Still, faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence not yet seen. I will rejoice in all things. I will keep my eyes on the Captain of the Armies of Heaven. I will believe, and I will keep trying. It is what He has for me to do. 

Day 146 In Quietness & Confidence

 

5/27/2026

"There are, and there ought to be, stated seasons of communion 

with God when, everything else shut out, we come into His presence to

talk to Him and to let Him speak to us; and out of such seasons springs

that beautiful habit of prayer that weaves a golden bond 

between earth and heaven."

E.M. Bounds

 

Recently a prominent Christian pastor lost his son to cardiac arrest from a drug overdose, and although he knew that his son had struggled for some time, his overdose and subsequent death came as quite a shock to him and his family. Anytime there is loss, especially tragic loss of a child, the grief is harder to bear. Parents are not supposed to bury their children. In the season of grief, the pastor has struggled to pray, and of course this concerned him, because he is a pastor, and he has a congregation to shepherd. He was concerned about his inability to pray or want to pray. When he cried out to the Lord, God heard and answered him saying he needed time to grieve, and he felt that God was telling him that this would be a time to rest, close his mouth (step away from the podium) and listen to what He is saying to him at this time. I understand the need for these times of being still in the Presence of our Abba Father, and I understand the need to grieve. I lost a spiritual daughter not too long ago, and I am still struggling daily with the loss. I have felt the need to get away, but I don't know where to go in this place I no longer know from having living away for so long. Coming home is difficult. Sometimes we get so busy doing the work of the Father that we forget to ask Him what we are to do. And in these times when we are unable to pray, thankfully we have Holy Spirit who makes intercession for us, lifting our prayers heavenward where Jesus sits at the right hand of the Father. Our prayers arise as incense to Abba Father.

I am very familiar with times when I simply do not know how to pray. I can be sitting in a prayer group, listening to others go before the throne of grace, and feel so distant. I can be in complete agreement with what they are praying, but I am unable to voice the depth of my feelings. Sometimes all I've done in my quiet times is cry, and yet there are times in those tears when I can visualize the battle or feel the depth of a person's despair that has now become mine. Standing in the gap for another can be exhausting for a time, but we learn how to release the problem into God's hand, because the battle is His, not ours.

In recent days I have ached to comfort those I know are grieving or suffering, and I have stood in the gap for those who have prodigal children, who once loved Jesus but now have drifted away. I know this battle well. With all the special prayer and events associated with the 250th celebration of our nation, along with other ongoing concerns and responsibilities, I have found myself in a place where fighting off distractions has become increasingly difficult. This could be part of the spiritual battle or it could be my own flesh. I always tend to blame myself for every flaw, but I am very aware of the spiritual battle that is going on. I also know the distractions that are strategically placed, and they are very needful of prayer and action, but for me, I know that my focus is to remain on what God has said to do. So, I need my quiet times away to be still and listen to what God says, not man. Part of the problem is silencing the noise of opinion or perspective. The battle is the Lord's according to 2 Chronicles 20:15, so we leave the results in His hands. We have our work, and He has His. Many times we try to help God. Imagine that! Trying to help the Creator of the Universe! He doesn't need us, but He does want a relationship with us. He wants us to enjoy Him. Come and sit awhile. Listen to what He has to say to us in the midst of the turbulence, the unsettling feelings and thoughts, and the continuous lies and lawlessness that our world has adopted. 

I was talking to my daughter today, and she was reminding me of my words to memorize scripture, graft it on her heart, as one day we may not have the privilege of owning a Bible. We are fast approaching some very disturbing consequences of our unfaithfulness in using our Constitutional liberties. The church is asleep, and the uncompromising Word of the LORD is not being preached, and the sheep are not being taught for various reasons. It is time to wake up, grow up, and take our place defending our faith, knowing how to stand in these uncertain times. The Bible is our guide, and Jesus is the word of truth.

The only way anyone knows the truth is by learning from the Lord Himself, reading and studying the word, and allowing Holy Spirit to lead us to all truth, as Jesus said He would do. And we learn in the quiet places. It's time to separate ourselves from this world, find the quiet places, sit and listen to what the Spirit of the LORD is saying to us today. Learn from Him, not the media or those who scroll. Be still and know that He is God.

Day 145 Grocery Day

 

5/26/2026

 "I'm not behind in life, I'm just buffering."

Unknown 

 

In scrolling through some information looking for something and not find it, I came across the quotation listed above. While I'm not quite certain in what context the term "buffering" applies, I decided that, as concerns me, it meant "spinning my wheels" or in effect "accomplishing nothing."

When I downsized from all my creative plunder, all my wonderful patterns and ideas and some very special plush friends and collections that I'd acquired over the years, so that I could fit into the moving van, I didn't realize how much much of it meant to me and would be missed. In the process of the move I lost a couple of treasures, items I held dear, like a cross my mama gave me as a child. I gave away tons of books and so many tools. I thought my daddy would have tools, so I wouldn't need mine. I was correct about part of it. He did have tools, but they are ancient and not very functional, unless their antiquity makes them valuable as collector items. The basement looks like a museum of old vehicle parts, transmissions, motors, plus there's a windshield and dashboard in the attic along with other treasures. My next purchase needs to be a pick up truck, so I can haul this stuff to the dump, unless I can find someone who is interested in these types of memorabilia.

There's so much that needs to be spruced up, cleaned up, knocked down and built up that I do not know where to start. I get overwhelmed walking through the house, although I have done well not to obsess about it overly for almost five years now. But my statute of limitations has come to an end. It is now time to "DO" something constructive or destructive depending on what it is that needs to be done.

With all the college graduations I began to think about my days at Virginia Commonwealth University, and although I wasn't particularly social, because I had a husband and three little ones at home, I did find time to wander through the fan or drive through on my bicycle as I went from VCU to MCV for my job. There was this little shop in the fan on a side street that sold hippie style long skirts. I found a brown one that I really loved, and I wore that thing to a shred apparently, because I don't have it any longer. That was a long time ago, though. Since then my style hasn't changed much, although I tend to love the "boho" look now, but it's really not that different. Then there's "Santa Fe style," but they all seem to include long skirts and sometimes bulky long sweaters. What can I say...I'm just "myself."

Yesterday I "googled" retro clothing, and I actually found a shop in the fan! It may be the very one from all those years ago, so I will be checking that out in the near future. I also looked for fabric discount stores in Crewe, but the closest was Farmville. I used to sew a lot back in the day, and I remember there was an old factory, off the beaten path, where I'd find some great fabric. I particularly love making skirts of rayon, and that fabric is very hard to find, as the old stores that carried it have closed. Still it gives me something to pursue, as I really do want to get back into making my own clothes and design a line of my own to market.

I'm not certain what sparked my search yesterday, unless it was a devotional I read about the parable of the talents. I certainly do not want to squander the gifts God has given me or hoard them. We all have gifts, and over all these long years of my life I have done so many things, and my ability to sew and craft, later to design jewelry, kept food on the table and clothes on my children's backs. I created a set of puppets used in teaching at risk kids in high school, and I also assisted with many children's programs and Vacation Bible School. My life has been an active one when I think back over it. I'd really enjoy picking up where I left off and finishing some projects I've only dreamed of doing. It all seems impossible today when I consider my previous conversation about all that needs doing around the house, but I can't give up the dream. Who knows...maybe I'm just meant to encourage someone else?! Someone may have their own dream and need support and a little shove in the right direction. Funny, I can inspire others, but I frustrate myself. 

But for now - today at least - it's time to get ready to go to Food Lion to pick up some veggies for supper. Grocery shopping is not one of my ideas of a fun day, but it is necessary...and costly. But as long as I'm dreaming, I'll add lower prices and a garden of my own to my wish and project lists. Nothing's impossible! 

Day 144 We Remember

 

5/25/3026 

“Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.” 

John 15:13  

 

Today we remember those who have given their lives in service to America so that we may enjoy freedom. Many prayers cover the spouses, of those who have lost their lives over the years. So many children grow up without knowing their fathers or mothers. We also pray for those who have been deployed, scattered all over the world, leaving behind their loved ones. My heart goes out to those who wait, and for those who grieve.

Once upon a time I was a military wife, and I worked at Fort Lee as a civilian employee where I met my husband. I learned much working at Fort Lee in the Race Relations Office for Lieutenant Colonel Edward Arrington and a fine group of young men. It seems as if I've always stood in support of those who are treated unfairly. Later when God placed me in case management, I worked with many veterans assisting with their support in receiving the needed medical support and assistance they needed. Over the years I watched as the government services were cut back, so I am very grateful for the new administration's attempts to ensure that our selfless veterans receive the needed care and support they so richly deserve. Many have suffered great emotional, mental, and physical trauma. I also appreciate the Gold Star Family program and the honor shown to the family members of those who have loved ones who died in the line of duty. 

I graduated from high school in 1968 during the Vietnam War, and I watched many of my male friends drafted into the service. This was a war where the returning veterans were not welcomed home warmly, as this war was a very controversial time. It breaks my heart when I remember the ill treatment imposed on those who weren't given a choice to serve, and yet they went, only to be scorned. 

I generally watch parades and listen to true life accounts and documentaries honoring our military, but today I was unable to do so. I did watch the tribute given by USAA, as I am associated with this group. I enjoyed the tributes given by the Presidential Prayer Team and read the account from the White House Prayer Group. Today was a day of introspection and prayer, as I consider the present day needs of our military, especially those deployed to the Middle East conflict. Many in our nation do not understand the need for the support of Israel and the Iranian people against evil, but the threat of nuclear war is very real. I pray for wisdom and discernment for our leaders at this time. I also surround the military serving there with divine protection and cover them with the blood of Jesus Christ. May they be blessed. 

As I end this day, I lift up all our special loved one who are grieving and those who wait: 

"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as we share abundantly in Christ’s sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too." 2 Corinthians 1:3-5

Day 143 Shavuot & Pentecost

 

5/24/2026

"And suddenly there came a sound from heaven,

as a rushing mighty wind, and it filled the whole house

where they were sitting."

John 2:2

 

Yesterday we celebrated Shavuot, the Feast of Weeks, one of the three pilgrimage feasts that require all men appear before the Lord in Jerusalem annually. As I shared in my previous post, after Passover, also one of the three pilgrimage feasts, was over, the Lord instructed the counting of the Omer, a measure of grain, to be used in counting the days to Shavuot. In Leviticus 23:15-17 the Lord instructed Moses:

"And you shall count for yourselves from the day after the Sabbath, from the day that you brought the sheaf of the wave offering: seven Sabbaths shall be completed. Count fifty days to the day after the seventh Sabbath; then you shall offer a new grain offering to the LORD. You shall bring from your dwellings two wave loaves of two-tenths of an ephah. They shall be of fine flour; they shall be baked with leaven. They are the firstfruits to the LORD."

Shavuot also is a day of remembering the giving of the Torah or law of the Lord to Moses on Mount Sinai. After the children of Israel were delivered from Egypt, they traveled fifty days in the wilderness, arriving at Mount Sinai where God met with the people and wrote the commandments on tablets of stone with His own finger. God told Moses to have the people gather at the base of the mountain on the third day where He would meet with them. "Then it came to pass on the third day, in the morning, that there were thunderings and lightnings, and a thick cloud on the mountain; and the sound of the trumpet was very loud, so that all the people who were in the camp trembled." (Exodus 19:16) 

Today is the Day of Pentecost for the Christian Church, the day we celebrate the outpouring of Holy Spirit as told in Acts 2. Jesus was crucified on Passover, as our sinless, spotless Lamb who gave His life so that we could be saved. When He arose on the third day, He appeared to His disciples and He remained with them for forty days teaching them many things. Prior to his death He had instructed His disciples that He would not leave them alone, but that the Father would send a Comforter, Holy Spirit, who would be with them. Before He ascended to Heaven on the fortieth day, He instructed them to wait in Jerusalem until they were endowed with power from on high. In Acts 1:1-3, 7-8 Luke says, "The former account I made, O Theophilus, of all that Jesus began both to do and teach, until the day in which He was taken up, after He through the Holy Spirit had given commandments to the apostles whom He had chosen, to whom He also presented Himself alive after His suffering by many infallible proofs, being seen by them during forty days and speaking of the things pertaining to the kingdom of God....And He said to them, 'It is not for you to know times or seasons which the Father has put in His own authority. But you shall receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you shall be witnesses to Me in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth.'"

The timing of these events was critical. The disciples had come for Passover, not realizing that Jesus would be put to death, although He told them many times prior. So when Jesus arose from the dead, during the forty days He was with them, this was the time of the counting of the Omer up to Shavuot, the appointed feast when all men were in Jerusalem as commanded by God. The disciples were in the upper room, waiting for the Promise of the Father to come, when the day arrived:

"When the Day of Pentecost had fully come, they were all with one accord in one place. And suddenly there came a sound from heaven, as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled the whole house where they were sitting. Then there appeared to them divided tongues, as of fire, and one sat upon each of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance." (Acts 2:1-4) 

The New Testament, written by the Jewish people, was written in Greek, and the word "Pentecost" means fifty. Later in the account of the baptism of the Holy Spirit of the apostles in Acts 2, is the account of the crowd of people who heard the apostles speaking in different languages, testifying of Jesus. The Jews who were present in Jerusalem for Shavuot were of different regions, tribes, and dialects, and they heard their own individual languages being spoken. When Peter addressed the crowd that had gathered (Acts 2:14) he called them "men of Judea and all who dwell in Jerusalem." Then he explained to them that what was happening had been prophesied by the prophet Joel (Acts 2:16-20). After Peter preached the gospel to these men, testifying from the prophets, he told them to repent and be baptized for their sins. About three thousand received the word, accepted Christ, were baptized, and joined the church that day. It is important to note here that when Holy Spirit was given on this day of Pentecost, the promise of the Father was given to the Jewish people. At this point Gentiles had not been included. In Acts 11 in Antioch the Gentile believers were called Christians, so the original church were Jewish believers in Christ.

Pastor Peter from Kehilat HaCarmel Church shared that it wasn't until 1908 when the Azusa Street Revival broke out in Los Angeles, California when the baptism of Holy Spirit was poured out in America. This was the beginning of the Pentecostal Movement. Seventy years later, another revival broke out in California, the Jesus Revolution, and this was the beginning of the Charismatic movement. Today the two movements include about 700 million people who identify as Pentecostal and/or Charismatic.

The history of these two celebrations, Shavuot and Pentecost, are Biblically significant to the Jewish heritage and to we who have received Jesus as our Savior and Lord who have been grafted into the olive tree and are included in the promises of God. In previous posts I have shared about the confusion in the church today and the introduction of Replacement Theology which teaches that the Church has replaced the Jews as the chosen people. This is nonsense, yet it is taught in seminaries and in many denominations today. This has aided the rise of antisemitism all over the world.

So much more could be said, but that is for another time. I encourage readers to seek the truth found in the scriptures for yourself. Study to show yourselves approved unto God, workmen who need not be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth. (2 Timothy 2:15) 

Day 142 Shavuot

 

5/23/2026

"Speak to the children of Israel, and say to them:

'When you come into the land which I give to you, and reap

its harvest, then you shall bring a sheaf of the firstfruits

of your harvest to the priest.'"

Leviticus 23:10  

 

This year's Jewish holiday Shavuot, the Feast of Weeks, began Thursday evening and ends today in the evening in Jerusalem. According to scripture it is to be observed 50 days after the day after Passover, and the days are numbered by counting the Omer according to scripture:

"And you shall count for yourselves from the day after the Sabbath, from the day that you brought the sheaf of the wave offering: seven Sabbaths shall be completed. Count fifty days to the day after the seventh Sabbath; they you shall offer a new grain offering to the LORD." (Leviticus 23:15-16)

This feast is one of the three pilgrimage feasts of the Lord when all the men were commanded to come up to the mountain of the Lord in Jerusalem. It is a holy day unto the Lord, so there is no work done on this day. This day is a reminder of the children of Israel's release from slavery as they make their way to Mount Sinai to receive the Torah, the book of the law. This is also a celebration of the harvest time, so the book of Ruth which is a story of sowing and reaping is read in synagogue on this day.

The book of Ruth is a story of redemption set in the period of the Judges. It is the story of a Moabite woman who gives up her pagan heritage to follow the God of Israel. The story begins in the land of Judah where there is a famine in the land, so Elimelech, who lived in Bethlehem, and his wife, Naomi and two sons moved to Moab until the famine had passed. Elimelech died, so Naomi and her two sons, Mahlon and Chilion remained in Moab. The two sons married Moabite women, Orpah and Ruth. After about ten years Naomi's two sons died, and only the women survived. Since the famine was over, Ruth decided to go home to Judah, so she told Ruth and Orpah to return to their homes, so they could marry again. Orpah left and went home, but Ruth insisted on staying with Naomi:

"Entreat me not to leave you, or to turn back from following after you; for wherever you go, I will go; and wherever you lodge, I will lodge; your people shall be my people, and your God, my God. Where you die, I will die, and there will I be buried. The LORD do so to me, and more also, if anything but death parts you and me." (Ruth 1:16-17)

So the women continued on to Bethlehem where Naomi was greeted excitedly by her friends and welcomed back into the community. It was the beginning of the barley harvest. Naomi sent Ruth off to work the fields, and it so happened that she met Boaz, a relative of Naomi's husband, Elimelech, who was very wealthy. Boaz was very kind to Ruth, as he had already heard that Ruth had forsaken her country and her pagan gods to live with Naomi and worship the God of Israel. This is a romantic story of Ruth and Boaz who eventually married and had a son, Obed who became the father of Jesse, the father of David, the King of Israel. It is also a story of a Moabite woman being given a privileged position in the lineage of Christ. Boaz is a picture or type of kinsman redeemer as Christ came to as the Savior to redeem us from sin and death. There are so many parallels in the scriptures, and it is so interesting to see the timing of this Shavuot with the Christian observance of Pentecost. This will be covered more in my next blog.

These are exciting times as we watch history and prophecy unfold right before our eyes, and I pray that it will cause a greater revelation of the destiny of Israel and God's chosen people.