Day 179 Teach Us to Pray

 

6/28/2025

"Lord, teach us to pray."

Luke 11:1

 

A dear friend called me early this morning. I hadn't heard from her in a while, but I knew she had been extremely busy trying to balance the care of the people in her life. She tends to bite off more than she can chew at times, and she has overcome many severe personal health challenges. Still, she finds the strength and wherewithal to take care of others, even in the midst of her pain. She's loyal, faithful, and loving, and family is everything to her, as it should be. I called her a couple of days ago, just to let her know I cared, and to touch bases, as I sensed something was up, and I was right. Being attentive to the voice of God is so important, and as a friend, who seems to have more than I can handle all the time, I want to keep my discerning ears open at all times. 

As the days pass by, and the war continues in Israel, we on the prayer wall become at a loss for words. Today I heard the words, "Lord, I don't know how or what to pray" spoken by one of male intercessors, allowing himself to be vulnerable. Thankfully, when we no longer know how or what to say, Holy Spirit steps in with words that cannot be uttered, and our prayers ascend to Abba on high, as incense. He knows our hearts are surrendered to His. One of my favorite words to pray when I don't know what else to say is "HELP!" and He does.

The disciples had been with Jesus for a time, had witnessed the periods of isolation when He separated Himself to be alone with the Father, to seek Him, and here they are asking Him to teach them to pray. In Luke 11 Jesus gives us what is known as The Lord's Prayer, the Model Prayer. I say it each day as a corporate prayer and as an individual response. When we repeat the words, we should do so deliberately, slowly, so we can fully understand the significance of each plea. It is not a magic all in one prayer. It's a model to show how we are to approach a Holy God. We come to Him in humility, surrendered and laying our hearts and souls on the line, never demanding, but in reverent fear. He is God. He alone is holy.

It is interesting to note that in this context found in Luke's account, the prayer follows with Jesus teaching His apostles the importance of continuing to ask, seek, and knock, when it comes to spending time in prayer. He gives a parable of the friend who comes at midnight and asks his friend for bread. The friend wasn't responsive to the needs of the one asking, but persistence paid off. This is the key - persistence. In Matthew 6, the same request for Jesus to teach them to pray was made by the disciples during the Sermon on the Mount. But here, Jesus follows His teaching by instructing them on forgiveness. He reminds them again, as He has just said in the model prayer, "forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors," the importance of remaining without fault when they pray. If you take a look at this portion of the Sermon on the Mount, it is interesting how his teaching continues from this point on. Nothing is to be taken on granted. 

Jesus then goes on to teach about fasting, then goes on to teach about laying up treasures here on earth. Later on in Chapter 6 He will end the chapter exhorting them to seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and then all other things will be added unto them. He didn't mean glitz and bling, or keeping up with the proverbial Jones. He meant to have our priorities straight by focusing on the gospel message, sharing about the kingdom of God. Jesus warns about keeping our eyes open, full of His light, focusing on the true treasure, rather than earthly riches. We cannot serve two masters. I wonder how many people attending that massive gathering understood what He was saying?! Or did they follow Him, because He performed miracles and fed them? I must believe more people were transformed, small beginnings prior to His death, burial, resurrection, and the Apostles being filled with Holy Spirit and fire on that day of Pentecost. The book of Acts describes that day the fire fell from heaven, and they were empowered from on High to proclaim the Gospel of Jesus Christ to all men. They end up setting the world on fire, and they paid a dear price for their obedience and love of the Master, as we will, and as we do now.  

Before any of this can happen in the heart of a man, woman, boy, or girl, we have to listen to the very first words Jesus spoke at the beginning of His ministry, the same boldly announced by the man who preceded Him, preparing the way of the Lord. Matthew shares in his gospel that after Jesus' baptism by John the Baptist, He was led into the wilderness by Holy Spirit to be tempted by satan. After that, Jesus began to preach, and to say, "Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand." (Matthew 4:17)

More than at any time in history these words of the kingdom of heaven being at hand are becoming more and more obvious to those who understand the words of the scriptures, the words of Jesus. We need to be aware, because we are in a spiritual battle that gains momentum daily. I don't have to look around to know that is true, but it would behoove others to take a look and paid heed. Today is the day of salvation, so make the most of it! Be ready when the King returns.

Day 178 Where do I Fit?

 

6/27/2025 

"Let go of your territory for a while. Explore some

new reefs. Scout some new regions. Much is gained by 

closing your mouth and opening your eyes." 

 

Max Lucado

And the Angels Were Silent

 

 

Hebrews 11 is the hallmark of fame of holy travelers who were remembered for their faith in God. Abraham is the forerunner of our faith, because when God told him to leave his family and his country and travel to an unknown destination, trusting Him to guide his way, without hesitation Abraham obeyed. It is through Abraham that the Hebrew line began, and God's covenant with His people was made. In Christ, believers also inherit these blessings and the mystery of a life following God's leading. There will be times in our life where we may not be given advance information, so we simply have to launch out into the deep. When I moved back to Virginia, all I had was a message to "get into the boat and sail to the other side." It took awhile, but I eventually did just that. Because of wrong decisions made previously, my entire family has faced dire consequences of not heeding God's "not yet," so I really needed to make sure this was God speaking. Obedience requires trust, but He does not promise a perfect ride. That's the journey.

This morning in our short devotional a question was asked regarding why people preferred living in cities to country living. The obvious reason is the convenience of having everything you need within a short distance. We have become an "instant society." Everything is made easier for us. Kids don't have to check out books, because they have chrome books or ipads. The fast food industry makes it easy to grab a meal and keep running. No more family meals around the table, discussing how the day went for all. No one goes outside to play, because they can play games on their devises, and they can have "AI" friends or companions. Personally, I lean towards the country lifestyle, and it doesn't bother me to have to drive an hour to a grocery store. I love the quiet, the clean air, the country smells, and the beauty of God's kingdom. I'm still waiting for that dream home or shack, I don't really care. I would accept a hobbit burrow in a hill, just so I could rest and dream. I live at the edge of country, with a row of crepe myrtle trees lining the back yard where I have situated my retro red metal chair, hidden from view, where I can enjoy the tranquility of nature. I had it positioned too close to the bird bath, so we fought for the location. My chair got the hits, so I moved it to a better area. I remember my daddy sitting out under the big maple in the back yard. It is still shady, but it is much taller now. He loved to rest in the cool of the evening. These are the simple things and ways, but few appreciate simplicity any more. 

It's fun to study the history of civilization, noting how people lived, how they felt about their lives, the changes over the centuries. There are places, people who still live a simpler life style. The Amish people probably sticks out in people's mind, as they do not have any modern conveniences, living simply, in community, where they help each other in time of need. If one suffers, they all suffer. That sounds like how it was in the Acts 2 church. I admire the Amish people, because they work hard, and they actually enjoy it, plus they never go without anything they need. God provides.

I pulled out an old movie just to escape for a brief time, and to dream a bit. Divergent is about a futuristic world in which society is divided into five factions based on the characteristics of those within each faction. 1) Abnegation - included those who put others before themselves, lived simply, depriving themselves of unnecessary or self-serving pleasures. Even a mirror was not allowed, because it could lead to pride. 2) Amity - included those who lived peacefully with others, kind, avoiding conflict. 3) Candor - included those who believed in living honest, transparent lifestyles, devoid of any form of deceit or idleness. 4) Erudite - included elite members of society who prided themselves on their educational prowess and understanding. They considered themselves enlightened and obvious leaders. 5) Dauntless - included the peacekeepers, without fear, never afraid to take a risk, reckless in their attitudes and actions, resolute.

The title "Divergent" if acknowledged by those who administered tests was never disclosed, because it would bring death. These people were feared by others, because they did not fit into one faction, they had the characteristics of all five factions, so they were feared and eliminated. In reality, those within this all inclusive group, who possessed the qualities of all five factions, were the perfect balance all in one person. Who else would be better equipped to be the leaders in a society than one who shared all the characteristics of this society. It's an interesting study of people and what they consider the answer to living in balance.

The Lord gives us personality traits or "gifts of the Spirit" as we each have a plan and purpose for being on this earth. It's nice to know the gifts and callings of Holy Spirit, so we are able to walk in our purpose and be a blessings to all others. I was forced to take a spiritual gifts test a couple of years ago, and I really didn't fit into one category, rather they were all bunched up together. It's hard to say what I feel is more important than another. I've never bee a good test taker. I just did what I felt God was calling me to do, or if there was a vacancy in the church, I just stepped in to teach or do whatever was needed. I never considered myself particularly "gifted," but this didn't keep me from helping where needed. But, I do have dreams that never die, and I think that could be a good thing.

From time to time I revisit the question of fulfilling my purpose, so Max's quotation from his book got me thinking again, as did other prompts. So, who knows what tomorrow may bring. Perhaps I'm on the verge of a miracle?! 

Day 177 Surrounded

 

6/26/2025 

"Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is

perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day.

For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for

us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory,

while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things

which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporal,

but the things which are not seen are eternal."

2 Corinthians 4:16-18

 

When I woke up this morning, I felt like a drenched kitten the humidity was high, and it was so muggy. I was up and down all night trying to get comfortable, as I do not have air conditioning in the old house, only a ceiling fan, that I inadvertently turned off when I turned the lights off.  I had back pain, leg pain, foot pain, and I was frazzled beyond description. 

 

The cup of coffee did not help, but a cool shower helped, until I stepped out of the shower into the sauna. In my moment of desperation my son and I went to Lowe's to check out air conditioners. I developed a headache from the shock of an air conditioned car and the building, plus I couldn't make up my mind whether I wanted a portable a/c or a window unit. Frustrated over my inability to decide, I decided to return home and pull out the extra fan. It was badly in need of cleaning, but I used it nonetheless. It did help, as did the shifting weather and the rain, slight as it was, but it did help cool things off a bit. When I first moved back home, the topic of installing an air conditioner was discussed, but Daniel had his window unit, plus the cool downstairs retreat, and I was resolute in my determination to relive my childhood without the modern conveniences of today. I can't believe how soft I've become in my older age. Heat never bothered me before, but now things are different. I was ready to move back to the hills of New Mexico!! 

Thursday evenings I have my Harvest study group, but the impending storm and loss of my internet canceled that gig. Still, I was able to tune phone in to two different meetings last night, and I caught up on the IFA prayer call needs. So, all was not lost, but again, my routine changed abruptly. Still, I did accomplish something, and it was a peaceful night, or so I thought. I made the mistake of going outside to check up on Alex, and every mosquito in town must have been given notice that I was home and available for attack. Alcohol has become my best friend, and I'm not supposed to be using that toxic chemical on my body. I am speaking of the rubbing alcohol, just in case someone new is reading this blog. I also found an ant on my bed, and I definitely do not want to fend off ant attacks in my own bed!! 

 

When you're miserable for whatever reason, it's easy to become discouraged, but this is the time I think back over my life, and I wonder. When I'm out in the wilds...near shopping centers and people, I always manage to make a friend. Checking out at Lowe's I met a lady employee who said she was turning 75 in August, and she was still working. I told her I'd be 75 in August, and I needed a job, so I could shop at Lowe's. We laughed, but she ended up hugging me, because we felt like kindred spirits as we shared our desire to beat the popular idea that once you're over 70 you may as well dig a hole and jump in!! Well, that's a myth! I now have a friend in the community, sort of! We bonded, we talked, we laughed, we hugged...! That's friendship!

I assure you that there is a serious note to my blog for today, as the day was rather a busy one. I just had to take a small break for sanity's sake! The weather certainly got the best of me, but I did manage my morning calls. Discussion of terrorists, uranium stockpiles, detonators and secret rendezvous and other secret stuff can be profitable, but the answer to all situations is left in the hands of God. When considering the power of an enemy, feeling surrounded on all sides, with no way of escape, it does us well to consider examples of God's faithfulness in such dire times. In 2 Kings 6:16-17 the Syrian enemy had made war with Israel, and the city was surrounded so the servant of Elisha the prophet became very distraught over the situation. Elisha told his servant, "Do not fear, for those who are with us are more than those who are with them." Elisha prayed, "LORD, I pray, open his eyes that he may see." Then the Lord opened the servant's eyes, and "behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire all around Elisha." In this time of war and uncertainly we must keep our eyes on the Captain of the Army of Heaven, knowing that there are indeed more with us than those with the enemy. 

In the evening, I decided to watch a movie set in an another time, but there was war, and the enemy seemed invincible. But, not so, when good is greater than evil. This reassures me in a happenstance way, that women are stronger in certain ways. It's our inner courage, our lioness quality, the way we approach danger or threat of danger. We are after all soldiers of the King, so enemies of any sort, can easily be overthrown when our eyes are fixed on Jesus. We need only open our eyes and look around us!

  

 

Day 176 Summing It Up

 

 

 6/25/2025

 "I sought the Lord, and He heard me,

and delivered me from all my fears."

Psalm 34:4

 

Yesterday, after trudging through the muck and mire and stepping on to solid ground again, I decided that I'd just sit still and listen awhile, before I began another day. Determined to forego my usual life, of sifting through countless emails, silencing all the incoming calls and group text messages - none of which I initiated - or any of a number of things that cloud my perspective or bring me down, I determined I'd shut down anything that distracted me, so I could just focus on doing what God wanted me to do at the time. I feel that the daily prayer calls have disrupted my "routine," as I mentioned a day or so ago, but it is a blessed necessity, and I answered a call I believe was God-sent. I've made adjustments over all these days, going on two years now. So now I can breathe, continue to take it one day at a time, just as I have tried to live my life with Christ always. Thankfully, I'm on an upward swing, with no more rabbit holes or eating rug days.

Today was a quiet day in Israel, as far as Iran's attacks are concerned; however, in Gaza, as the search for mines and arsenals, and the search for the hostages continues, tragedy struck. An explosive device set by Hamas exploded killing seven IDF soldiers, and another incident injured two more. So while life as "normal" returned to the streets of Jerusalem, with children returning to school and others playing in the streets, without alerts scream for them to get to shelters, the war in Gaza continues with clean up.

On a national scene, I don't think we ever have a real day of peace, as the incessant chatter against our administration wages war on all that is holy and just. Every day I receive junk emails or have interruptions in the video I am watching on YouTube with political drama. I'm not really one who watches videos unless they are ministry-based, but there are even disturbing advertisements on them. I wonder if anyone has a conscience. I am so careful about what I watch, and I certainly do not trust a secular media report, unless I can hear the actual verbal account from the one making it, and not a person reporting that "he said" or "she said." I don't know why Christians waste their time listening to such garbage, but many do. Didn't Paul the Apostle tell us in Philippians 4:8 to think on the good, pure, lovely things of a good report? Jesus had much to say on the Sermon on the Mount in Chapter 5-7 of Matthew. Really good stuff every Christ follower should read. Abba refers me to it often, as a reminder, and a smack on the hand. I'm smiling as I write these words, because God is faithful to keep me in line. It's part of the comfort offered by our Comforter, Holy Spirit who abides in me. I'm so grateful He does.

Today in the meeting we also discussed the rising antisemitism in the church over the question of Replacement Theology. Whereas I have said I do not understand how educated theologians who pat themselves on the back for their academic achievements cannot understand the truth of the Bible regarding Israel, God's chosen people, it is nonetheless true, as I have witnessed it myself. Other things I witness too, as I mentioned yesterday, but I don't want to get back into that mental/spiritual controversy today. I am focusing on what Jesus is saying, but He does have much to say about that subject in Romans 11. Okay, I couldn't resist a little insert. 

Many scriptures were prayed, many declared, but the one I think is so appropriate for this day, and this time in history is Psalm 46:

"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.

Therefore we will not fear, even though the earth be removed,

and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea;

Though its waters roar and be troubled,

though the mountains shake with its swelling.

Selah

There is a river whose streams shall make glad the city of God,

the holy place of the Tabernacle of the Most High.

God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved;

God shall help her, just at the break of dawn.

The nations raged, the kingdoms were moved;

He uttered His voice, the earth melted.

The LORD of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge.

Selah

Come, behold the works of the LORD, who has made desolations in the earth.

He makes wars cease to the end of the earth; He breaks the bow 

and cuts the spear in two; He burns the chariot in the fire.

Be still and know that I am God;

I will be exalted among the nations,

I will be exalted in the earth!   

The LORD of hosts is with us;

The God of Jacob is our refuge.

Selah 

Considering all things, I'd say that sums up God's perspective on everything! 

   

Day 175 Pause and Remember

 

6/24/2025

 "You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds

are steadfast, because they trust in you."

Isaiah 26:3

  

These past two days have been rather tense, and my "irritation quotient" nearing implosion rate. It seems as if my spirit, my inner being, has been heightened, and my spiritual eyes have been allowed to "see" or "discern" more than my human heart can bear. I don't know if that is an accurate description of how I am feeling or not. To say that I am emotionally disturbed by what I see and sense may be a better explanation, but then, I imagine whoever reads this may wonder "what is she saying!" The words of this song, Be Magnified by Randy Rothwell, may help: 

"I have made you too small in my eyes
Oh Lord, forgive me
And I have believed in a lie
That you were unable to help me

 

But now, oh Lord, I see my wrong
Heal my heart and show yourself strong
And in my eyes, and with my song
Oh Lord, be magnified
Oh Lord, be magnified

 

Be magnified, oh Lord
You are highly exalted
And there is nothing You can't do
Oh Lord, my eyes are on You
Be magnified
Oh Lord, be magnified

 

I have leaned on the wisdom of men
Oh Lord, forgive me
And I have responded to them
Instead of your light and your mercy

 

But now, oh Lord, I see my wrong
Heal My Heart and show yourself strong
And in my eyes and with my song
Oh Lord, be magnified
Oh Lord, be magnified"

As I began writing, this song began to play; it's as if God wanted to make sure my thoughts and feelings were being properly conveyed. Music helps me express my emotions when my own words often fall short. When I try to talk to my son about what I am sensing, I appear overly concerned about the human condition, something that has deeply bothered him for years giving way to deep inner conflict. So, I should know better than to burden him with things that only add to his problems. My first inclination is that in seeing what I see, the problem must be my own, that I am being overly critical or judgmental, so I repent once more, sinner that I am. Then I snap out of that feeling, as I am not going down that rabbit hole any more. I recognize the spiritual attack. No, this is part of what I have been allowed to see for a reason. Still, repentance is never not needed, as I never want to think I know more than I do, because I don't. That is the problem I am sensing with others.

The verse above, "I have leaned on the wisdom of men," is the focus. I have written about this in so many ways, some more directly than others, but it seems as if the words of Jesus are always before me:

 "And the LORD said to me, 'The prophets prophesy lies in My name. 

I have not sent them, commanded them, nor spoken to them; 

they prophesy to you a false vision, divination, a worthless thing, 

and the deceit of their heart."

Jeremiah 14:14

All my life I have observed others and intently watched how emotions, fear being the greatest one, work in the hearts of man (inclusive) to not rely on the words and counsel of God, rather they must run to a person for a word from the Lord. Jesus spoke about this in His teachings. I am watching as groups of people develop into a movement, then the movement grows larger than life, except when discernment comes in, otherwise that  group may splinter into another group, eventually growing into another movement, another camp of seemingly spiritual wherewithal. It becomes so nauseating to watch and scary, especially among those professing belief in Christ. I have become so skeptical of people who demand respect and acclaim because of academic achievements. Does a person's credibility become more profound based on "post-nominal letters" than on their relationship with the Almighty God, for whom they say they speak? So, as the lowly one with on a BS attached to my name (note the pun), I admit my confusion and dismay.

So here I am today, rethinking over recent developments. It is also disconcerting to me to consider how one moment in time someone is hailed for their decision to save the planet from certain, eventual nuclear destruction, or on a smaller scheme, the country of Israel and the larger nation of the United States of America (notice the emphasis on the latter to note our home), to do an about face and have the news media, and even Christians who think they can read facial expressions, begin to rip the man to shreds! I don't understand. Maybe my lack of education prevents me from it?! Regardless, respect should be shown. If the man who was cursed, because of another's frustration and obvious fatigue (and who wouldn't be?!), can accept regret for those hastily spoken words and give forgiveness, who are we, all sinners, to complain?! Even in the church - who made us God that we think we can give our opinions so freely or say, "Thus saith the Lord?" I think God expressed the same sentiment in Jeremiah, and then again in Ezekiel.

When I witness all that I am seeing on a national level, especially in churches, it brings me to my knees and to literal tears of repentance and great sadness. When David repented of his sins, God said that He looked for someone with a broken and contrite heart and a broken spirit, this meant that David realized he did not deserve God's mercy. I know I don't deserve His mercy or grace, and I will never forget the day I looked into Jesus's face, hanging on that cross for me. We change, because you can never erase the vision from your eyes. Not as a torment, because I am forgiven, but from a keen awareness of where I would be  except by the grace of God. Then I'd miss seeing the altogether lovely One who gave His life for me, so I could have relationship with God in this life and in the next.

I think this is a better way to spend my days.

Day 174 Just Thinking

 

6/23/2025

"Though I walk in the midst of trouble, You will revive me; 

You will stretch out Your hand against the wrath of

my enemies, and Your righteous right hand will save me.

The Lord will perfect that which concerns me, Your mercy,

O LORD, endures forever; do not forsake the works of Your hands."  

Psalm 138:7-8 

 

I have decided that regardless of what happens today, I want to begin my days as I used to do, silently, waiting, and listening. Sometimes when I open my eyes I am greeted by an impatient cat either sitting at my door or Alex, scratching at my window. I've been waking earlier lately, probably because I am forcing myself to go to bed earlier, even if alarms are going off. Maybe I'll be able to snag a cup of coffee before the creatures sense my presence. We'll see how that goes.

Quiet time passed quickly, as prayer calls come early, and I am beginning to think about that as possibly a distraction. I can always catch it later, if I miss it, or if I am directed otherwise. As I write these words, I'm listening to a song based on scripture, "teach us to number our days that we may gain a heart of wisdom...." I'm learning that although I love walking through the word each day, as I read it each year book by book, it is not a failure or sin if I get behind, because God has other plans. With everything that happens in our nation daily, and since I have daily prayer calls for Israel, and I am very committed to intercession, I need to listen and remain calm, and seek God's wisdom above man's. I do well with that, but honestly, I have been irritated about some things lately. Just little things people say without thinking, because we need to guard what we say. We are each responsible for what we do and say in this life. None are perfect, we make mistakes, but we seek forgiveness, and we go on. Unforgiveness and anger are two powerful and evil demonic entities that are destructive to a person's character and health. So much healing is needed in this world. But Jesus can died to set us free, and as His, we need to call on Him to help.

My refrigerator is covered with magnets, many with sayings or words of encouragement. I was looking at one this evening when I went to grab some water, and it was a picture of a little girl playing in the yard with her dog. They had obviously been playing, and she was squatting beside him as he laid on his back, petting his belly. He was thrilled with the attention and love. The message read: "We make a living by what we get...we make a life by what we give." That's definitely a sentiment worth thinking about. I love to give, so this is probably why I chose this particular magnet. It used to think that I could give more to people if I made more money, especially now, because being retired I don't have the same resources. But one day, as I was thinking about something Abba said to me a long time ago, I began to think about things in a different light. I may have mentioned this recently, so I'll leave it open for consideration. 

I received a phone call from a friend I'd not spoken to in a while, who said she'd been thinking about me for a couple of weeks, so she thought she'd call. We had a nice long phone visit, and shared some things, discovering that we still are being led by the Lord in similar ways. At least we understand each other without having to say very much. That's always good, because, as I've shared, I tend to think too fast, and it frustrates others when I'm finished a thought, and they are still at the beginning of the conversation. It's hard to "fit" in sometimes. So this was good for me, and I hope it was reciprocal.

The day is done, the hour is late, and the bugs are attracted to the lights. May tomorrow bring all who read this blog blessings beyond your wildest imaginings. 

Day 173 Wonder

 

6/22/2025 

"A man's heart plans his way,

but the LORD directs his steps."

Proverbs 16:9

It is exceptionally hot and sticky this evening as I struggle to put my thoughts together rationally. The clock keeps ticking, the day is ending, and I am beginning to tire after a day of questionable success. I always enjoy my weekends with Jesus, attending church services, being around believers in Christ, listening to the word being taught line by line, the whole counsel of the word. Today things have been changed around a bit after a night of cat and mouse, trying to sort through the aftermath of chaos in my own life, along with the drama continually enfolding in our world. I can be having a wonderful, leisurely day, even though I'm engaged in prayer for nations at war, when out of the blue, the phone rings, and I mistakenly pick it up, and the atmosphere shifts. Still, I can focus on what I need to say or do, or I can listen for the Lord's clear call. Family drama still seems to follow me no matter where I am, and although I am getting better at setting boundaries, it still is not easy to silence the never-ending retorts of the enemy. I thank God for the gifts of long-suffering and mercy. 

Yesterday I missed my regular Shabbat services, so perhaps a portion of my balanced life was misplaced. It was a relatively calm day, but with the summer heat advancing and humidity rising, even I can have a few bad days, although I've always enjoyed summers. Mosquitoes seem to love me. It must be something about AB+ blood that entices them, because all I have to do is look outside for a second, and I get hit a dozen times or better. I have a very small vegetable garden that needs tending badly, but I am not going to pull one more weed until I can do something about those brute beasts. 

My long haired cat needs a good brushing and trimming too, but every time I go near him with the brush, I end up with more hair on my arms, legs, and face than he has on his body. Well, that is a bit of an exaggeration, but I do get messy. Alex doesn't seem to care how many tree berries or leaves he has tangled and matted in his fur, his favorite pastime is lounging in the tall grass, on his back, with legs outstretched, and his arms over his head. He's hilarious to watch, and he definitely feels as if he owns the yard. When he first arrived on my doorstep, he learned to let me know he was at the door by pulling himself up the screen with his big claws and hanging there. I had just re-screened that door, had it looking so good, and he destroyed it in one day. Somehow, it didn't matter, so I just let him have his fun. I thought I'd buy my next back door with the screen at the top, but Alex clearly has no respect for metal doors, as the front storm door is metal at the bottom, so Alex will claw it to announce his arrival. I wonder if we lowered the doorbell if we could teach him to use that instead?! That cat!! Inside, Daniel's cat, Mia, becomes jealous, so she starts to scratch my wood on the dining room chairs. Granted these chairs are not expensive, and they are slightly loved, as I purchased them from Habitat for Humanity's shop in Santa Fe years ago, but it's the thought that counts. Even it's old, like I am, I want it stay nice, at least meeting my definition of nice. It must be true that cats rule though, or so my son believes. He calls Mia the Queen of the house.  This is why I've always been a dog person!

In case you're wondering why I haven't picked up where I left off last night, well, I'm not so sure I really want to talk about it. I've been trying to avoid news, because I receive way too many updates from Christian media and prayer networks in my email as it is. I decided that I was going to do what God told me to do, what I've mentioned umpteen times in my blogs...keep my focus on the only one who matters - Jesus, King of glory. Since it was early, I decided I'd tune into Jesus Image Sunday morning service. Michael Koulianos was speaking about the presence of the Lord, a subject very dear to me. We cannot do anything without His presence, His peace, His love consuming our lives. Without His presence we have nothing. Some days, like now, I'll put on music from Jesus' Image softly playing in the background as I read, pray or write. It's soothing hearing the words "Hosanna, hosanna, in the highest...." Many times, after a highly emotional day, I can close my eyes and sing along, tears flowing down my cheeks as I am lifted into His presence. I get lost in the wonder of His love, and the surreal, priceless shalom that permeates my being. I am home in His presence. And at least for a short time, I can forget about the world situation, and simply focus on Him.

                                              

Day 172 Tu Sabes

 

6/21/2025 

"Through God we will do valiantly,

for it is He who shall tread down our enemies."

Psalm 6:12

 

The whole earth speaks of the glory of our God and King! Birds sing as they busily search for morning meals of earthworms and other succulent specimens for their young ones, offerings from the rainy evening and early morning mist. All is calm, and nothing seems amiss, and yet...!

Every morning, at the crack of dawn, I hear an annoying little sound emanating from my cell phone announcing to me and the world that my friend, who lives an hour up the road from me, has turned on his computer. But Friday, there was no "ding." I looked at his Facebook page, and there had been no activity since the evening before. Very curious. So I attempted to call him on his house phone and received busy signals. I tried his cell phone, and it did not have a voice message set up. Just like him. So I dial his home again...busy signals. I recalled another time when this happened, and he wound up in the hospital, having surgery. Or was it a time before that?!! So, I texted his daughter, who called in the calvary, only to find out that he had a power outage and a bum cell phone. "These are the times that try men's souls...." came to mind. I received a message later announcing his "all's well," and the wonderful news that he'd purchased an updated phone. This morning, but not quite as early, I heard the familiar "ding." Life is good.

Today is my daughter's birthday, so I'll call her later on, and perhaps we'll have a movie, depending on her plans. She has many admirers, and she always has a special phone message to encourage and uplift others. I ask blessings on her day, shalom peace of God, and healing from the top of her head to the soles of her feet, inside out, spirit, soul, mind, body. May she be preserved blameless until the day of Jesus Christ. Amen! I'll report later. 

As my day progressed, as the day had barely begun time-wise, prayer calls, though weighty in needs, became times of rejoicing in the midst of troubles. The psalms of David often began with the king in distress, on the run, hiding out in caves and obscure locations, but regardless of his initial turmoil, as he wrote, his mood always changed to praise and worship, as he reflected on the goodness and faithfulness of the Lord. 

In our prayer time we have been remembering the time Balak, the King of Moab, had tried to hire Balaam, a diviner, to curse Israel. This is the time, God sent an angel to destroy Balaam, and his donkey saved him from the sword of the Angel of the Lord who was blocking the road. Balaam had consulted with God, and God had told him not to go to Moab, but after the insistence of Balak increased, God told him to go, but He sent the Angel of the Lord in his anger. The poor donkey got the brunt of it, until he spoke up for himself. Didn't Balaam think it a bit strange that his donkey was talking with him?! After the encounter, Balaam was given the okay to proceed to Moab, but he was only to speak whatever God said to say. Balak takes him to one location, and Balaam, after offering sacrifices to God, speaks the word of the Lord:

"Balak the king of Moab has brought me from Aram,

from the mountain of the east. 'Come, curse Jacob for me,

and come, denounce Israel!'

How shall I curse whom God has not cursed?

And who shall I denounce whom the LORD has not denounced?"

Numbers 23:7-8

Obviously, Balak is aghast at this turn of events, so he takes Balaam to another area to curse Israel. After another sacrifice, another prayer, Balaam receives a word from the Lord:

"Rise up, Balak, and hear! Listen to me, son of Zippor!

God is not a man, that He should lie, nor a son of man that He should repent. 

Has He said, and will He not do? Or has He spoken, and will He not make it good?

Behold I have received a command to bless; He has blessed, and I cannot reverse it.

He has not observed iniquity in Jacob, nor has He seen wickedness in Israel.

The LORD his God is with him, and the shout of a King is among them.

God brings them out of Egypt; He has strength like a wild ox.

For there is no sorcery against Jacob, nor any divination against Israel.

It now must be said of Jacob and of Israel, 'Oh, what God has done!'

Look, a people rises like a lioness, and lifts itself up like a lion;

It shall not lie down until it devours the prey,

and drinks the blood of the slain."

Numbers 23:18-24

As can be expected, Balak busts a gusset, and continues to try to have Balaam curse Israel, to no avail. 

Interestingly, while the leader of Argentina was visiting Israel to lend support, Prime Minister Netanyahu and President Milei visited the Western Wall to offer prayers. While there PM Netanyahu left a written message tucked into the wall from the 24th verse: "Behold a nation shall rise like a lion." announcing the beginning of the present conflict, Rising Lion. Later, it is my understanding that he returned again to the wall, leaving a note, "Behold the lion has risen - the people of Israel live."

As I form these thoughts from today, our President Trump has announced American's hit on Fordow nuclear site and two others in Iran. Another turn in our conflict, but a bold and courageous stand with America's ally and best friend, Israel. It pleases, as I know it pleases God, that President Trump and Prime Minister Netanyahu stand with shields linked together as the the enemy of our nations. Quite an end to my day, any day. Selah.

  

Day 171 Just One Day

 

6/20/2025 

 "My soul yearns for you in the night; 

in the morning my spirit longs for you."

Isaiah 26:9

 

My soul doth magnify the Lord! The morning has clear skies and the promise of a lovely day, a welcoming day. This afternoon my sister and I are planning a visit to Hopewell to visit our cousin whom we've not seen since my daddy passed on to heaven in December 2012. We've visited by mail and phone, but he lives so close to us that we need to visit more often. Time is precious, and we are all advancing in age. Only God knows when our appointed time will come, so until then we need to value the days we have, and if possible, make up for the ones we've missed. Get to know each other all over again!

Our cousins on my mama's side have already started making preliminary plans for a cousin get-together in early autumn, because we've been meeting up a lot recently at either the funeral home or the church for memorial services. I think I much prefer a living reunion. Mama's side is much larger, and it spreads out over the eastern states, perhaps one in California. I'm in the thinking stages of making a road trip to New Mexico early October when the air is brisk and fresh. It's my favorite time of year! I've not been back since I moved the end of October 2021. That's way too long, even if we do keep up with each other a little better than our eastern states families.

Family visits are times to catch up on what each one has been doing over the course of a lifetime really, because I've been gone for so many years, living in another state almost 2,000 miles between. Everyone grew up while I was gone, had a family, most of whom I've never met. The questions always come up: "What have you been doing all these years? Did you work? Did you get married? Did you have children?" All legitimate questions that shouldn't be uncomfortable to answer, but for me, my life has not been of an ordinary lifestyle or in any way "normal," and I've moved around so much. I didn't have a home of my own since my divorce 25 years ago until now. But then, I'm living in my parents' home, so that throws another shift into the mix. Everything about my life has been nothing less than out of the ordinary. And every change, every move I have to give glory to God for keeping me, for loving me, for saying to me that "You are Mine." I think I make people anxious, because the Lord is my life, and everything about me has to do with Him. I'm a living, breathing testimony of the furious love of God, and I share this testimony with everyone. I often sound like a street evangelist I imagine. But to whom much is given, much is required.

Each time I recount my life story, always in part, because it is so extensive, the devil ends up tormenting me about how "stupid" I sounded, or accused me of bragging, when there is absolutely nothing in my life to brag about, except the love of God! As I type these words, my eyes well up with tears just remembering certain times, wondering how did I do it, how did God bring me to another port in the storm?! His mercy! His grace!  

Early this morning I woke up to the sound of alerts going off in Israel, as the ballistic missiles from Iran were pounding Israel from so many directions, in so many areas, all targeted in well populated civilian areas. Pastor Jack had mentioned feelings of imminent terror, and for Israel, this is happening exponentially, sometimes throughout the night (my day), and sometimes whole days or nights are spent in bomb shelters. I decided that I'd leave my cell phone in the car while I visited my cousin, as questions about Israel, and my involvement, causes much speculation and assumptions on the part of why I am doing this? The response is really rather simple, but one many people just take for granted. I'm met with raised eyebrows, a quick glance to another, or many other questions. The answer is "God." So off we'll go again, no doubt, on another side journey of my life on wheels. 

I pray that my day is quiet, peaceful, filled with laughter, jubilant with joy, and ridiculously relaxing. I call it a day without war, but perhaps it would be better put to say a day I don't have to focus on war. At least until I am reunited with my cell phone and computer screen. I don't need a computer screen to tell me when to pray or how to pray. I can be listening to child's play or absorbed in adult-rich conversation, and be spiritually standing on the wall in Jerusalem. A watchman never takes a break or disengages from the assigned post on the wall. I have to hurry home for Shabbat, as it begins at 6 pm. Friends are waiting. At least for a brief time, I can focus on who holds our future in His hands, and who watches over Israel, because He never slumbers nor sleeps.

 "I will lift up my eyes to the hills - from whence comes my help?

My help comes from the LORD, who makes heaven and earth.

He will not allow your foot to be moved; He that keeps you 

will not slumber. Behold, He who keeps Israel 

shall neither slumber nor sleep.  

The LORD is your keeper; the LORD is your shade

at your right hand. The sun shall not strike you

by day, nor the moon by night.

The LORD shall preserve you from all evil;

He shall preserve your soul.

The LORD shall preserve your going out  and

your coming in from this time forth

and even forevermore."

Psalm 121 

Day 170 The Quest

 

6/19/2025 

"In that day the LORD will defend the inhabitants of 

Jerusalem; the one who is feeble among them in that day 

shall be like David, and the house of David shall be like God, 

like the Angel of the LORD before them. 

It shall be in that day that I will seek to

destroy all nations that come against Jerusalem."

Zechariah 12:8-9  

 

I love the old hymns, because they often capture what I'm feeling perfectly. This morning I woke up singing "A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing; our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing; for still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe; his craft and power are great; and, armed with cruel hate, on earth is not his equal." Martin Luther seemed to understand the enemy well during his sojourn here on earth (1483-1546). As the conflicts in Israel continue - 622 days in Gaza and 7 days into the direct conflict with Iran - I become physically exhausted with the up and downs, shifts and swings, alerts coming every three hours, and many times every few minutes. I become impatient with the seeming futility of it all, but I know God hears our prayers, and I know that He is working all things out. I know, because we have witnessed it over and over again as each day of this conflict holds another threat. The Bible holds so many reminders of His faithfulness, and in the words of the prophets, He tells us exactly what is going to happen, so we need not fear.  I am learning that in my own life, just as Jesus said, each day is sufficient on its own. 

The exciting thing about this war, yes I said "exciting," is how it had been prophesied so long ago, in precise detail. The psalms of David alone masterfully recount God's plan from the birth of Jesus to His death. But then, isn't that what's it's all about? The story of creation, the fall of man, and the redemption of man. We owe the Jewish nation so much, beginning with giving us the written word of God so meticulously woven together. I don't understand how theologians, pastors, especially seminary instructors missed it. There is only one Bible with two parts with 400 years in between, for a very good reason. It has been said that the Old Testament conceals the New, and the New Testament reveals the Old. I think that's how it goes. Regardless of what we think, God has His plan, and His plan will come to pass, in His time. So, I'm trying to learn to take everything slowly, savoring each tasty morsel, listening intently to what God says He is going to do. A surrendered life, walking in obedience can be a huge sigh of relief. 

Pastor Michael Yaron from Tehilat Yah Fellowship is located in an area of Israel, Rishon LeZion, which has been targeted by many Iranian missiles in recent days, but thankfully no loss of human life. They are a diverse, faith-based community focused on Yeshua, the Jewish Messiah. Here they bring the message of Jesus Christ, offering love and acceptance, discipleship, friendship, and warmth to all who attend. He met with our prayer group today, sharing the needs of the fellowship and of the community at large, as it is not easy to live under this continuous threat of violence for such a long time. He testified, as have so many, of the miracles God is performing all over Israel as He fights on Israel's behalf. Still with all the devastation, the needs are great - shelter, clothing, food, all the necessities of existence, as some have lost everything when the missiles destroyed their homes. 

It's so easy to become overwhelmed and distraught even over the needs of so many people across the world. There are many agencies who support Israel tangibly, like the International Christian Embassy Jerusalem, International Fellowship for Christians and Jews, the Aliyah Return Center, Haifa House, and so many others. Each has a function, each serving more than one need. God is so gracious, and He provides for every need, but I sure wish I could bolster more support for them. I post on Facebook for the express reason of letting readers know what is going on, where, and how it affects and effects the world, the nation, and each one uniquely. These are dire times, so I cry out for compassion and assistance.

The mental strain has been hard on people, but I am concerned about the toll the war and decision-making is having on the Prime Minister, his wife and family? The same goes for each staff member, each soldier, each family member, the hostages. Plus, the seemingly continuous quarreling within and without. These certainly are the days that "try men's souls." Here in the United States, and in each corner of the world, there are those who have opinions, and hurl obsenities and insults, when we all should be on our knees before God asking for His mercy, repenting of our continuous griping and complaining, putting aside our fear of man, and grabbing hold to the hem of His garment, asking for divine wisdom and discernment for our leaders. Who are we to think that we know anything?! We are not the leaders, and they need our prayers.

I am reminded of a scene in Star Trek when Captain Kirk said the following:

"There will always be those who mean to do us harm. To stop them, we risk awakening the same evil within ourselves. Our first instinct is to seek revenge when those we love are taken from us. But that's not who we are... When Christopher Pike first gave me his ship, he had me recite the Captain's Oath. Words I didn't appreciate at the time. But now I see them as a call for us to remember who we once were and who we must be again. And those words: Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise. Her five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no one has gone before."

The words written above should be considered, because they speak of character and integrity. As followers of Jesus Christ, we are not like those who want to see harm done or to do harm. We have to defend our nations, and this is what God expects us to do. A quick study of scripture can satisfy your minds on theat point. Our President wants peace with all nations, and he would love to see a world of peace, unity, and caring, focusing on making our world a safe and better place to do life. Israel, as God's chosen people, living in the land He gave them, wants to live in peace with her neighbors. Once Iran and Israel were on friendly terms. The same was true with the United States. Hopefully, things will change so that it can happen again. Whereas I am very much aware of what Bible prophecy says, my hope for all countries would be peace by following the commands of the Lord as our judge, lawgiver, and King. I do not have a pie in the sky mentality, but I do have ea childlike trust in everything He has said in His word. God can do anything, and I am expecting great things, because He is a covenant keeping Father. We all have our part to play in this conflict. Pray for our leaders, whether you agree with them or not, as this is what we are commanded to do in 1 Timothy 2:1-2. Rather than embarrassing yourselves and looking foolish, walk circumspect, not as fools, as Ephesians puts it. Trust God for He alone is worthy of praise. 

"Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing; were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God's own choosing; dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He; Lord Sabboth, His name, from age to age the same. And He must win the battle." 

"And tho' this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,we will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us; the Prince of Darkness grim - we tremble not for him; his rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure, one little word shall fell him."

"That word above all, earthly powers, no thanks for them, abideth; the Spirit and the gifts are ours, thro' Him who with us sideth: let good and kindred go, this mortal life also; the body they may kill; God's truth abideth still, His kingdom is forever. Amen." 

Day 169 Es Bastante

 

6/18/2025

 "The little that the righteous man has is better

than the riches of many wicked."

Psalm 37:16

 

Many years have passed since the Lord spoke to me about a certain gift He wanted to entrust to me. At the time I thought little about it, except to wonder what He meant. Then I attended a conference, and a total stranger repeated God's words to me. Since then I have tried to keep doing what I knew to do at the time, and once my life got straightened out, and I was living alone, surrounded by new friends and some old ones, I continued in the way I had been living, and I have done so up to this day. I see things differently than most people, and many times they don't understand what I'm even talking about, because I tend to finish my thought, then head on to the next one. I don't mean to do it, but I think with the speed of light...well, perhaps not that quickly, but I see up the road faster, and I have not learned the art of explaining things well. Other times I get so excited about what God has said or shown me in His word, that I want to talk about Him to everyone. I think sometimes my friends, and family, avoid me, because I have a one track mind.

For many years I've lived alone, so I've been lost to my thoughts. I'm good with one on one conversations, but not so with a crowd. As a case manager I developed the skill of listening very attentively, as I needed to paint a picture of the health and needs of my client. Besides, I always enjoy listening to people, and I think many times that's the most important thing I can do. I learned not to take my laptop or Ipad to homes where the client experienced anxiety associated with mental health issues. I can't blame anyone from becoming irritated, even angry, if someone is talking, and the person who is supposed to be listening is busily typing. So, I found it better to take a clipboard and pen, and I'd take notes, very short ones. Once I sat outside on a bench, in the snow, still falling, listening without taking notes. I knew that I could call someone and retrieve the information I really needed for my report. Besides I have a very good memory. I cherish those days, because at least I made that person or persons feel accepted, and maybe, loved. It was hard to retire and leave all my friends, because that's what my clients were to me. It's harder still to learn that some have passed away since I've been gone. I never forget people, even though they are filed away in my personal mental file cabinets, as there have been so many people who stepped into my life, plus all the family members. Special people every one, even the not so easy to get along with cases. Special.

I've been watching Highway to Heaven again, as you may have surmised, but the scripture above is Pastor Jack's idea, although I did not follow the flow of our prayer time. But, that's the way it is. The word of God speaks to each of us differently. 

Wally, in an episode of Highway to Heaven, is a "bum," as he likes to refer to himself. He is homeless, in a sense, as he lives in an old boxcar near the railroad track. He has a little dog, and he earned a little money putting on puppet shows. One of the puppets was a bum. Wally wasn't an alcoholic, and although he was on the street, he seemed fairly clean, had canned food in his home, and shared it with visitors or strangers. Yes, he was visited by Jonathan, an angel disguised as a bum. Remember the scripture about entertaining angels unaware? Wally also spent his time cheering up a sick child. Wherever he saw a need, he took what little he had, and he shared it to help another bum. Whether it was a few dollars and cents or his time, Wally shared. He was content with his life, and that's way God wants us to be.

Paul, speaking to the church of Philippi said: "Not that I speak in regard to need, for I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content: I know how to be abased, and I know how to abound. Everywhere and in all things I have learned both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." (Philippians 4:11-13)

These are familiar words, and they are often used almost as a cliche when we pray for a person who is in need, having a difficult time. But, we are called to do more. Pastor Jack did say that "prosperity has to do with stewardship." In 1 Timothy 6:6 Paul shares "Now godliness with contentment is great gain." 

Knowing what God said to me all those years ago, waiting to discover what He meant or waiting for the fulfillment of it, so I can get on with whatever it is I am supposed to do, makes me a little impatient. I have so many dreams, and I've lived with death to vision for so long, that perhaps I missed the point. God doesn't work the way it seems to us that He should. I realized in that moment that in a way I am doing what He wanted me to do all along, just in a bit of a different way. The point is - never put God in a box. However He chooses to bless your life, or the lives of others, it is enough. 

 

Day 168 The Witness

 

6/17/202

"Beloved, I now write to you this second epistle 

(in both of which I stir up your pure minds by way of reminder),

 that you may be mindful of the words which were spoken before by the holy 

prophets, and of the commandment of us, the apostles of the Lord and Savior, 

knowing this first: that scoffers will come in the last days, walking according to 

their own lusts, and saying, 'Where is the promise of His coming? 

For since the fathers fell asleep, all things continue as they were 

from the beginning of  creation.' For this they willfully forget 

that by the word of God the heavens were of old, 

and the earth standing out of water and in the water."

 

This may sound crazy, perhaps misguided or misunderstood to many, but this is an exciting time to be alive, and to watch God's hand on the lives of His people. I am not just speaking of Israel, although it is His land, given to the Jewish nation, but I speak of all who have received Jesus Christ as Savior and King. I speak of all who understand His plan since before creation, and of all who realize God still speaks through His prophets of old. One has only to open the pages of the scriptures and lean into the promise of our covenant-keeping God to understand that He is God, and there is no other.

Today there are many scoffers, those who want to criticize, who cannot understand that God is holy, and He is just. There are those who once believed at a tender age, who now wonder if He exists, where is He? Who have listened to lies, and who, rather than focusing on what God says and trusting Him, choose to put their faith in man, and they only see the distractions created by those who desire power are perpetrating in our nation. In the Bible passage above, Peter continues his thought in verses 8 and 9: But, beloved, do not forget this one thing, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day. The Lord is not slack concerning His promise, as some count slackness, but is longsuffering toward us, not willing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance."

Peter then goes on to describe how the Lord will return as a thief in the night, and He will take those who wait in anticipation, those whose lamps are full of oil and ready when He returns, home to be with Him. He warns of what is to come next, when our Lord will return to bring destruction upon the earth, and then scoffers of this age will know the judgment of the Lord. I myself want to be found waiting, ready to meet my Master in the air, but while I wait, I occupy. I do the work that He has given me to do, so that on that great and glorious day I can stand before Him and hear the words, "Well done, My good and faithful servant, enter in."

I am the first to say that I muddle through life sometimes, because it is difficult being a human being watching the behavior of man, not understand who would not want to follow Him, who would not want to live an honest, lawful, moral lifestyle, following His ways and commands. They are not burdensome. In my ignorance, I have sinned and fallen short of His grace, but He is true to His word, and He forgives when He sees true repentance, a broken and contrite heart. He is not an evil dictator who tries to extract a pound of flesh from us. He only wants our love and fellowship. Why is this so hard to understand? We have only to open our eyes each day and look around at the beautiful earth He created, smell the natural fragrance and hear the birds singing and busily feeding their young or squirrels storing nuts for winter. We have only to open our eyes and see!

God has given us a second chance in America, a chance to do the right things, a time to walk worthy of the high calling of Jesus Christ, and this does not include burning and rioting, and all the ugliness we have witnessed in the streets or behind the closed doors of powers that think they be, who remain behind the scenes doing their evil deeds and blaming the innocent. I have never witnessed such hatred and lies and cover ups from leaders who profess to know God, who profane His name for self-glorification. Let me be very clear, I do not put my faith in man, my only allegiance is to my Risen Lord and God, but I do recognize His sovereign hand on the man who sits in the White House, who has endured so much evil since he first announced his run for this high office the first time. Prior to that he was everyone's friend. What happened? Were they afraid that their sin would be found out? Did they fear, knowing that regardless of the mistakes he had made in his personal life, ones they previously extolled because of his wealth, that he had a huge heart for those the world considers less? Did you know that in his first administration one of the journalists, wanting to make a name for herself, going to great links to dig up dirt, found out the truth about a man who was generous and giving when he saw a fellow human being in need? He did so many things behind the scenes of his life that people never knew. I doubt they read her report, but I did, and I remember commenting on it at the time.

Regardless of what anyone thinks or knows or thinks they know, God has His hand on our President, and no evil will be able to touch him as long as He follows God. This is true of anyone who is serving God. God promises to watch over and protect us, until we finish our work in His plan, and then we graduate to a higher office in His Kingdom, a kingdom not like man's.

I was so blessed and encouraged when I read the note that Mike Huckabee, our Embassy envoy in Israel, wrote to our President encouraging him, as he makes the most important decisions at this time. His words are honest and from the heart of a man who loves His God, and a man who realizes that the position he holds is a divine appointment, as is our President's. I close with this note:

 

 

  May the Lord God be praised! Selah.

Day 167 Love Him Back

 

6/16/2025

"I will lead the blind by ways they have not known,

along unfamiliar paths I will guide them;

I will turn the darkness into light before them

and make the rough places smooth.

These are the things I will do; I will not forsake them."

Isaiah 42:16 

Scripture is full of the promises of God, but sadly, in many churches the entire word of God is not being taught. Replacement Theology has overtaken the halls of the Christian theological seminaries, and a "new covenant" with God is being preached. At first I wondered, how can this be? I couldn't understand how anyone could miss the truth of the word of the LORD, if they were paying attention to what was being taught or read or studied. When I was young, my mother used to take me to church, and I would listen intently to what the pastor was saying. I would listen to the Baptist doctrines of faith or what they practice - do not smoke, do not dance, do not this and that - then between Sunday School and preaching, I'd see some outside smoking, the same ones who were drinking at the dance the night before. I used to wonder why dancing was prohibited, because David danced with joy in the presence of the LORD. I didn't have to wonder why smoking and drinking were bad. I had many questions growing up, but "children were to be seen and not heard" back then. Interestingly, it was that way in Israel too. But I am fortunate, no, I am excessively blessed, because I learned the word of the God from sitting at the feet of Jesus, asking Him the questions I had. As a child, I memorized scripture, and to this day I remember them well. In fact, the ones I memorized are the ones I often hear repeated as prayers for Israel and America.

But I do not understand how pastors or teachers, especially those instructing aspiring pastors in the seminaries, could preach a different gospel. In fact, I've been in services and heard those exact warnings about teaching a different gospel, not adding to or taking away from God's words. And yet, in many ways that is exactly what is happening. Why can't they see it? If the words of the prophets are taken away, thought to not be relevant for today, then how does the New Testament make sense. It's like the discussion regarding the spiritual gifts and the body of Christ - it is likened to our physical body. We all have parts we play in the ministry, as members of the church, and we are only complete when we function in unity, as a toe cannot function without a foot, or a body function without a brain. It is almost silly when we try to justify otherwise. Paul makes it so simple, as simple as he does in Romans 11 when he speaks of Israel and the church. Why can't the church see it? Understand it? Teach it? 

At this time in the history of our world, can we not see the significance of what is happening with the wars with Israel and Iran and her proxies? Can we not see that God's word is being fulfilled in real time, and what our part as believers in Christ should be? What is it that we do not understand when we see that the Iranian people are cheering themselves, because they have been in bondage for all these years under a treacherous regime that dates back to the 7th century? And why is this not being talked about in the church? 

On Father's Day, I didn't hear one word about Israel. I didn't hear one word about the evil covering this earth. No, it was sticking to the agenda, the planned agenda. Stick to the notes. Don't want to worry anyone. Well, if we are not right in the eyes of the LORD, if our lifestyles are not according to God's word, then we need to worry, no, we need to FEAR, because God will not be mocked. I am speaking as one who knows, who experiences regret at the things I did to crucify Christ. No, it is time to stand up and take note of what is happening. Stick to the word of the LORD. And if it has been forgotten, then take some time, go into your prayer room, close the door, and sit with your Bible open in your lap, and read and pray for revelation before it is too late.

This is not written in gloom and doom, but it is written from the heart of one who loves her LORD with all her heart, soul, mind, and strength, and I love my neighbor as myself. In fact, I love my neighbor more. I am not perfect, and I never will be until my glorious Savior and Lord will return to take me to be with Him in glory. Until then, I will stand, I will speak, I will write, and if HE wants me to march, I will march. I am not saying go out into the devil's den or his events and cause mayhem in the streets. No, I am saying that we are to speak up for the truth of God's word and be ready for His return. Listen to what He is saying and not the enemy, who is blinding the eyes of even the elect, as Jesus said would happen.

Please, become a student of His word. If you say you love Jesus, then study to show yourself approved. If you have questions, ask your pastor. And if you don't have a pastor, then find a good Bible-believing church (front to back), and join a congregation. God tells us not to forsake the assembling of ourselves together. There is strength in the unity of the brethren. Stand in support of Israel. "Find the love of Jesus and love Him back." 

 

Day 166 Father's Day

 

6/15/2025

"Our Father, hallowed be Thy Name...."

Matthew 6:9

 

Today is Father's Day, a day many countries celebrate, a day when children, and families honor and remember our loved ones. It's a bittersweet day for me, as my daddy and papa have both long-passed this world, but I have my son, Daniel, who lights up my otherwise mundane days. Well, I guess that's not exactly true, as my days are busy and satisfying, but he certainly does lift my spirits and makes me laugh. Or perhaps it's the other way around, but it works!

Best of all, we can honor the Best Father of All Times - our Abba Father - who loves us unconditionally, never gives up on us, gives us every good and perfect gift, and who holds our future in His hands. Pastor Greg gave us a great reminder that even if you grew up without a father as a role model, you can still be a good father. Using his own life as an example, he shared his own personal journey into fatherhood in his witty, yet honest way, and he brought hope to all fathers that even if they messed things up, there is always opportunity to make it better. I know that my son has problems with his feelings, and although he experienced a lot of trauma in his life and made wrong choices, he did provide guidance to his children. Although he never fathered any children, he had children whom he raised as his own, my grandchildren. Today he spoke to one, and after missed opportunities over recent years, his son called, and they mended things and bridged the gap. Although he didn't hear from all of the kids, this healing made his day much brighter. This is an answer to prayer for me, and I do believe more will come.

Pastor Greg shared a few quotations about fatherhood that provided thought:

 

"A good father is one of the most unsung, unpraised, unnoticed,  

and yet is one of the most valuable assets in our society."

Billy Graham

 

"Fathers are the back-up generators of the family. You don't

think about them much until something goes wrong."

Unknown

 

"Even in the animal world, the presence of father figures is

essential to civil behavior, discipline and relational decorum with others."

James Merritt

 

Even in the animal kingdom, good fathers are needed. I have been watching a stray male kitten try to be friends with my outdoors cat, Alex, who prefers outdoor living. The kitten follows Alex around, and as long as he doesn't mess with Alex's food, they can be friends. It's sad to watch when I'm outside, because my cat is jealous, so he doesn't want another cat to come near me. I don't think Alex has had any male leadership, and it makes me wonder if things could have been different, or even if it's too late. Perhaps over time I'll see.

Pastor Greg introduced the older crowd with the term "trad dad." This is slang for fathers who are old school who were raised by stricter parents, who actually disciplined their wayward children, who taught them to take responsibility for their actions, who protected their children, expected to be treated with respect, and who provided spiritual leadership. He also said they still grilled food. I wonder what the new way of doing things is, because my son still uses a grill with charcoal. I guess he's behind the times. He further compared the difference between passive fathers and traditional, godly ones:

 

"Passive fathers avoid conflict and godly fathers resolve it.

Passive fathers go with the flow and godly fathers lead with conviction.

Passive fathers want to be liked and godly fathers want to be respected.

Passive fathers ignore problems and godly fathers tackle them head on.

Passive fathers follow culture and godly fathers follow Christ."   

 

He went on to offer encouragement, again based on his own past in large measure, saying that fathers do not have to be defined by their pasts, that they didn't need to be a biological father to be a good one, as I shared about my son. Even if someone grows up without a father, they can have a father figure in their lives. Greg shared that he had a wonderful father figure in Chuck Smith who was influential in his growth in Christ and in his becoming a pastor. I remember listening to Chuck Smith on the radio each morning when I worked at Medical College of Virginia in the lab. He always shared from the heart, and his messages were always relevant to the time. There's something to be said about "trad dads."

So, all in all, I believe was a nice day for my son, and he even called his dad, hopefully making it a better day for him, as well. Not a day goes by that I don't wish my daddy and papa were still around to talk to about things, especially how to fix this old house. But, they've graduated to heaven where they are sharing daily fellowship with the Father God. I can hardly wait until Jesus returns and takes me to my eternal home. Happy Father's Day, Abba.  

 

Day 165 Sabbath Rest

 

6/14/2025 

 

It's now 1:53 am on Sunday morning as I gather my thoughts and write this blog. It's been a long, arduous Sabbath for me and most certainly for Israel, as the alarms continued throughout the day non-stop for hours, coming moment by moment as missiles soared into Israel. At one point, just for my sanity, I turned off the sound and simply watched the alerts pop up naming cities in peril, always preceded by a warning signal so all can reach the shelters in time. Most of Israel spent their Sabbath in bomb shelters, I pray, getting to know their Savior as LORD. My regular service from Kehilat HaCarmel in Haifa were cancelled, , although one of the pastors was at the embassy meeting, others in other parts of Israel were not. So far, everyone is safe, waiting, preparing, and continuing to pray.

So many thoughts run through my head, wondering how the hostages are taking all this noise. Those who still hold them captive are faithful to put fear and terror into their hearts, as we have learned from those already released. I am hopeful that those who still remain in captivity, who grew up in synagogue, learning Torah, will find hope and peace from Psalm 27, as did Sapir Cohen when she was still in Gaza. Since her release she has testified of quoting Psalm 27 daily during that time, and she found peace and strength, and God protected her from harm. Her boyfriend, Sasha Troufanov was released in the last cease fire, and he is now studying Torah. Only God knows, but our prayer is that they will soon be home, safe and well, with testimonies of God's presence.

I wonder how much the hostages know of the victories Israel has won recently, in silencing the enemy's capabilities by bombing their nuclear facilities. Such meticulous safeguards were taken to keep the threat of nuclear waste from escaping underground bunkers and populating the air and harming the people of Iran. The Israeli armies take such care and have consideration for people's safety and welfare, even enemies. We can learn a few kingdom rules from them. But all this work was not done in a day, rather the initial work in dismantling these nuclear sites and the eliminating key leaders had been done by the Mossad, Israel's secret army, who are tasked with foreign intelligence, covert operations, and counter-terrorism. Little is said about this army of heroes. They have been responsible for many of the miracles that have taken place, much to the surprise of others over the course of this war. I pray for their protection and safety and welfare, and I pray for their families. Because of the work they do, they are separated from their families who have no knowledge of their whereabouts most of the time. Such dedication to the service of their country is to be admired.

Some days I become so inundated with prayer requests from local churches, family needs, international ministries where precious saints in Nigeria, Mozambique, Pakistan, India, and other nations, too many to list, watch as their homes are destroyed, and family and friends are tortured and killed in front of them. Many are then attacked and left for dead, their babies discarded into the jungles, left to die or be eaten by wild animals. They lose everything to gain the pearl of great price. Jim Elliot, an American missionary who was martyred for Christ, put it this way: "He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose." Voice of the Martyrs and Open Doors, whom I've mentioned before, assist these precious ones. I receive prayer updates, and I keep a bulletin board so I remember. Most of the time, the ones who survive are assisted in new opportunities to support themselves and what family remains, and they find family within the communities where they find safe havens.

Although it's difficult to keep up with all the needs that pour in, it is an honor to pray and provide support. It's times like this that I wish I had worked longer, so I could help more, but then I'm not dependent on man's support, only God's. After all, He's the one who has supported me and provided jobs and experience I would not have obtained had I had it my way. God surely takes what the devil means for bad, and He turns it for His good when we love Him and are called according to His purposes. So, until He calls me home, I will continue to be the best I can be and do the most with what He provides to help as many as I can. 

For today...tonight rather, I will continue to pray for and support my precious ones in Israel. The best thing anyone can do for Israel is to pray - for the government and leaders to have wisdom in making strategic decisions; for the soldiers to remain safe and alert to the enemy's booby traps and mines; for the soldier's family members and for their support while their loved ones are serving in the IDF; for the hostages to be found and brought home safely and for their families as they wait; and for victory and an end to these wars; and that the incoming missiles would be stopped, and no further harm would come to the people. 

"But you, Israel, are My servant, Jacob whom I have chosen,

the descendants of Abraham My friend. You whom I have

taken from the ends of the earth, and called from its farthest

regions, and said to you, 'you are My servant, I have chosen

you and have not cast you away: Fear not, for I am with you; be

not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, yes, I will help

you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.'"   

 Jeremiah 41:8-10