Day 214 Remembering

 

8/2/2025 

"Yet You, LORD, are our Father. We are the clay,

You are the potter; we are all the work of Your hand."

Isaiah 64:8

 

We began the morning prayer call sharing Communion, remembering the sacrifice of our Lord Jesus. I love to share Communion, and I have often done so alone, remembering, as if I could ever forget what He has done for me. Each Shabbat we celebrate the Lord with the prayers and blessings of Kiddish, partaking of the bread and the wine or grape juice. I love to sing the blessings, and Saturdays have taken on special meaning since I began to spend time in fellowship with those of like mind. I now have renewed vigor in attending church locally on Sundays, as I feel I have finally found a place to call home. 

As mentioned yesterday in my post, today begins the observance of the Ninth of Av, a time of fasting and mourning as Israel remembers the destruction of the two temples, the first by the Babylonians, and much later, the second by the Romans, both on this day in history. During this time the nation reads from the book of Lamentations written by the prophet Jeremiah, who witnessed the destruction of the first temple and the exile of the Jewish people. The Torah portion for today is found in Deuteronomy, as Moses begins his final journey with the people of Israel, reminding them again, reviewing the words of the Lord, so that the people would remember that they are the chosen people of God, set apart for a purpose to be a light to the Gentiles. When the Law was given to the people at Mount Sinai, the people heard God speak and saw the thunder and lightning and witnessed the cloud of His presence on the top of the mountain as He spoke with Moses, and as He wrote the commandments on tablets of stone. During the 40 years as they wandered in the desert, because of their unbelief, the Lord had been present in the cloud by day and the fire by night. He had met with Moses in the tent of meeting where His glory covered the tent. But now, as they prepared to enter the Promised Land, Moses would not be going with them. He and Aaron sinned against God, so they, like the generation of those who revolted and died in the wilderness, would not be allowed to enter the land. Aaron had already died, but now, before his death, Moses is reminding them again of who they are and who they are called to be as witnesses of a Holy God. This was a new generation, many who had not experienced all their parents had witnessed. Once they entered the land, God would no longer accompany them in the cloud and fire. Joshua was chosen as the next leader, and he was called to go in and occupy the land. God would be with Joshua, and He would be with the people, but no longer would it be as it was with Moses with whom God spoke face to face.

Today, it is so important that we train up our children in the way they are to live their lives. As parents, as church leaders, we have always been responsible to train our children in the ways of God, so that they will grow up to fear the Lord, grow in wisdom and understanding, and lead their families and the world in righteousness, justice, and with integrity. Sadly, we have fallen short of this responsibility. There are so many broken families, single parents, or absentee parents. They used to be call "latch key" when my children were growing up. Now they are becoming companions of AI and other technologies are their parents, and in some instances, their gods. While I understand the need of many parents who both have to work, it does not remove the necessity of safeguarding the welfare of our children. Many single mothers do not have families who can assist them with the care of their children when they work, and this is one reason why there have been so many abortions. I blame the church in large part, because I do believe that if we stepped up and did as the early church in the book of Acts taught, there would be less homelessness, less orphans, and less abortions. If we would walk beside and train the children from the start, perhaps they would not feel the need to find love and acceptance in the wrong way and in wrong places. Even young men need to be taught their roles as the heads of their homes, so that they can lead with authority and the strength of God's power, wives submitting in love and respect, children likewise. This is not a fairy tale existence, a pipe dream, it happens in homes where there are strong, Bible-teaching churches and discipleship for men. Not the watered down version, but the word by word truth as spoken by God, the prophets, the apostles, and taught by our Lord Jesus Himself. Where are the Promise Keepers of yesterday, the ministry that guided the men in their marriages?! We need to do better.

I realize that nothing is perfect, as I am living proof of the breakdown of a family unit. I am not alone, if more were willing to mention their shortcomings, their need for support, thing may be different. I wish it had been so for me, but sadly, the church failed when I cried out and begged for support, but that is forgiven and in the past. Now we go forward. I have spoken so many times of my life. I grew up in the church, learning the word of God, memorizing it, and I spent my time attending church events. My teachers in school were members of the same church I attended in large part. I was protected, encouraged, and strengthened. Our Librarian was a Christian, a member of my church, and she was friends of my grandparents, so we were very close. She nurtured my love for reading and learning, and she walked me through the library, helped me choose the appropriate books, discussed them with me. She may have been the one who introduced me to all the missionary books available at Central Baptist Church, because I think I read every one of them, begging for more. No child could have had a better teacher and friend than Mildred Green. I wish she were still alive, so I could tell her how I feel. Even as a young adult I would visit her with my grandmother, as I would with other spiritual mothers from our church. Mary Creath, was my fourth grade elementary teacher, who was also a member of our church, and my teacher in Sunbeams, a church group that met one day a week after school. Her husband, William F. Creath, was our school principal, and a deacon in the church. Like I said before, I was surrounded and protected by a great army of people who loved and cared for me. This is the testimony of others I am sure.

Thus the importance of teaching and remembering all that the Lord has done for us. May this become a daily part of your family's life and testimony. Nurture and guide your children, so that they can grow up to become strong witnesses of the goodness of the Lord. So they can be leaders who walk beside and teach others how to be honest, strong and productive citizens so desperately needed in our world today.

Day 213 Sit A While

 

8/1/2025 

 "Come and sit and ask Him whatever is on

your heart. No question is too small, no riddle too

simple. He has all the time in the world.

Come and seek the will of God."

Max Lucado

 

It's not hard for anyone to guess what's on my mind. I seem to eat, drink, and sleep Israel. Waiting for the release of the hostages, praying for a miracle, praying for an end to this war, yet knowing that there must be closure and the matter regarding the land must be resolved according to God's word. Seeing and hearing lies and watching people I used to respect as wise and informed people suddenly speaking out against Israel and the United States, because of our stand with Israel. There is so much division in our nation. How this must make God sad to see His children behave this way. 

The invitation to come and sit and ask Abba anything is something I already do. In fact the majority of my day is spent sitting right here, in this chair, staring at the computer screen, reading updates for prayer or reading my Bible or participating in Zoom or phone prayer meetings. Tomorrow is Erev Tish'a B'Av (Ninth of Av Eve) a time of great sorrow and a day of fasting for the Jewish people as they remember the destruction of their temples which happened on this day in history. Several tragic things happened on this day over the years, going back to when the twelve spies Moses sent out into the Promised Land returned with the bad report from ten of the twelve, which resulted in the death of many as they were made to roam the desert for 40 years until the generation had died for their sin of disbelief. There is the additional sadness and grief over the fact that the hostages remain in Gaza in the hands of the terrorists, who continue to avoid a deal for the release of Israel's sons and daughters held captive for 665 today. To make things more difficult, video tapes of two of the remaining hostages were sent by Hamas to the families revealing the dire circumstances of their captivity. Conflicting reports and media exchange of false information are being released, further adding salt into the wounds of the families and the government. When will enough be enough?!

Meanwhile more drama is being stirred up in other countries at Israel's expense, and the accusations continue to fly. America is being included in the conversations, as Israel is our nation's strongest ally. This is after all a spiritual battle, not a flesh and blood one. It would do well for more people to wake up to that truth and do as Paul instructed us in 1 Timothy 6:12, "Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life, to which you were also called and have confessed the good confession in the presence of many witnesses."  

The invitation's open to all, come sit awhile in the Lord's presence and seek Him about all this mess! It's time to sit a spell and listen to the only one with the answers!  

Day 212 The Exchange

 

7/31/2025

"For we are God's handiwork, created in

Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared

in advance for us to do."

Ephesians 2:10  

 

Tonight is my group meeting, and as usual, I wonder if I am making a difference or not. If it's worth the effort, then I have to tell myself that the "effort" is really not so bad. I tend to be hard on myself. But, before the class begins I have responded to the same questions on the community page for the church, so review is daily for four days. It works out well that way. I've been trying to get my group members interested in participating in the discipleship community for some time, as I find it helpful to hear and share opinions. Even the prayer page is an experience, and a place to actually connect. New believers are encouraging other new believers, while the more seasoned Christians are not as vocal, or not involved at all. Whatever is happening, I find it exciting to see the transparency and support that's been available for each other. I find that family goes beyond blood relations.

I've been part of this group since September 2020, and and although the group is constantly changing, I have one friend who's been with me since the beginning. In fact, she was the very first one. That says something, I imagine. People come and go, as schedules change, but I find that change can be good, especially if the person has learned to fly easily into the next season of life, because we all experience them. Right now I'm grappling with the idea that change may be in the air, and I've found that I'm dreaming again, and quite honestly, I haven't dared to consider options for quite some time. It happened rather oddly, as I was searching for paint brushes in Hobby Lobby one day. I had some time, and I wanted to see what was available in fabrics, and I stumbled upon new merchandise, expanded product lines, all creative, and I began to "design" art and clothing lines in my mind. I had already started the process of "crafting" as I was browsing through Pinterest boards for blog photos. Seeing old fashioned teddy bears and Americana artwork and rag dolls caused my head to spin with ideas. I could spend hours developing boards, but I haven't taken the time in years to visit my site, until now.

As I was praying this afternoon for missionaries across the world, in areas where persecution is very high, I looked at my small bulletin board, and I remembered when I had a room with three boards, where I could post so many more photos. As I prayed, remembering their faces, I began to cry, because I need to see the faces of the ones for whom I'm praying, but there are many, and so many more who have lost their lives for Christ. My rooms in the house are so small, so I only have one bulletin board in my bedroom, the room I am using now that used to belong to my mama when she was alive. It's not just a bedroom to me, it's full of memories, old furniture belonging to my grandmother, and memories of my mother. It's also my prayer room, and my hideaway. I spend most of the time in the rocker my ex-husband of twenty-five years gave me, and although it is old, the fabric tattered and worn, with its creaks and squeaks, it, too, is a special memory I hold dear. I am surrounded by teddy bear "friends" and others, including a rag doll my grandmother helped me make from an old flour sack she had in her attic when I was very young. It has pink yarn hair and embroidered blue eyes, one I did, rather poorly, and the threads are beginning to come loose now. Still, she's a treasure to me, my raggedy Suzie.

I was asked to help with the county fair again this year, setting up art work and other exhibits. I think this year will be photography and paintings. County fairs are so much fun, especially when kids bring in their farm animals and produce. When I was young, I belonged to Four H, and I used to participate in the contests for sewing, cooking, and artwork. Each time I help with the county fair, seeing the arts and crafts, canned, preserved, and baked goods, and especially the quilts, teddy bears and dolls, I get excited and encouraged to think about entering my own things the next year, but all too quickly the notion wears off once I come down from my high and see all the work waiting for me here. Somehow I must find a balance between repairs and handiwork. Perhaps there's a way to handle both tasks and interests on a bigger canvas! Walls need to be painted after plaster is repaired, so maybe, just maybe I can have the best of both worlds. I guess it's time to pull out the art and design books I have piled on the shelves and consider the possibilities. Who knows, I may have talked myself into a new career, or at least challenged myself to think outside the box. Wish me luck, and say a prayer for direction too!  

Day 211 Change in the Journey

 

7/30/2025

"The LORD our God said to us at Horeb,

'You have stayed long enough at this mountain.'"

Deuteronomy 1:6  

 

Trying to focus my mind on one thing at a time has always been difficult for me, as my mind races all the time. From the moment I open my eyes in the morning, smiling at and thanking God for my sleep and rest, even if I don't particularly sleep well, I am overwhelmed with the tasks ahead. My primary focus always must be on spending my quiet time alone with the Lord. There will never be a debate about that, unless, as He is reminding me, something comes up unexpectedly to interfere. Usually when that happens, He has tried to get me up earlier, and although my spirit may be willing, my flesh is weak. I have been getting to bed a bit earlier most nights, as I seem to stay exhausted. If I sit down to rest a bit until I begin again, particularly with yard work, I fall asleep. Reading my emails, I fall asleep; responding to emails, I fall asleep. Playing a game on my cell phone, I fall asleep. I think my body is just exhausted from the heat and humidity, the strenuous work I do outside, as well as the gigantic amount of work that needs to be done on the inside of the home. If I'm not outside trying to clean out the trees and bushes, trying to cut the grass when it rains almost daily, contending with mosquitoes whose bites are poisonous to me, weeding my small garden while staving off the pests, then I'm inside trying to vacuum, clean, dust off cat hair, finish painting doll faces and knitting projects after being dormant for over six months, and cooking and washing dishes. And that's only the half of it, because I have prayer calls and Bible studies. I am exhausted speaking about it. The interesting part is that when I worked full time, traveling, working fifty or better hours a week, I got everything done and then some. I've always been involved in prayer ministries and church activities, so what is the difference? And please don't tell me I'm older!

Actually, I have been cutting back in the evenings from always listening to devotional studies or participating in every prayer call, focusing on less demands being asked of me. I don't need to belabor the point, but as I've said multiple times as I'm blogging, this world is in a mess. I have belonged to different prayer ministries since I was a young adult, but over the recent years, as world events have increasingly accelerated prophetically and more people are becoming aware and involved, things are changing for me. Prayerfully considering, I have stepped back from some things, allowing myself a little freedom. In that freedom I am spending more time doing what the Lord required of me, writing. I'm still lagging behind somewhat, but the notes are keeping up. 

Still, I realize that my life is changing. I've begun to realize that more and more since I had the incident with the tree. As I've said, I am no long a "swinger of birches" nor can I grab hold of a vine and start pulling, dangling from it, without paying a huge price if it snaps. I was asked by a friend yesterday if I'd like to go swimming, but I declined. I used to love to swim, but I haven't done so since my children were young. I don't even own a bathing suit. I'd have to get one of those original ones from the late 1800's to cover all my imperfections. Seriously, at one time, as I love to remind my son, I was considered to be a "dish," and I could make heads turn, but no longer. I know, my son laughed, too! But, he did admit that I was a looker...at one time! Actually, I've always been self-conscious, but that can often be the result of unfortunate things happening at an early age. So, for most of my life, I have been and remain very modest. That's why I love the southwestern and boho styles of clothing, they are fashionable - to my taste - and they cover up nicely, flowing and not clingy.  

As the need for more work to be completed on my parents' house increases, I question the Lord whether He thinks I need to return to work. The openings for the job I used to do are staggering, as no one wants to work that hard, plus, as Robert Kennedy, Jr. is proving to the world, health challenges, primarily mental,  have increased over the past few years. He believes as I do that the "jab" has much to do with changes in overall health, and I have a medical background to support my beliefs, but there is also the problem with obesity in children. Kids are left on their own to fend for themselves with regard to meals, choosing to gorge themselves on poor food choices with little dietary benefit. 

I find it disconcerting that as we "progress" in advances in technology that kids are left on their own, filling their days with games, surfing the net (not a good idea), and doing whatever they do on the iPad or cell phone or laptop. Parents don't have to be bothered, as the tech toys can keep their kids occupied, and they are safe when restricted. Not so, as organizations are discovering more each day. Child trafficking is a real area of concern, and it can begin with the less obvious counterpart of child labor, disguising itself as a "good job" opportunity. If that is the case, then why are the kids told not to tell their parents, or anyone for that matter, about the "opportunity" while instructing them to wipe their phones of information, as well as laptops, packing a few clothes, sneaking out of the house where they will be picked up by a virtual stranger who will transport them to this great opportunity?! Even our government has not fully gotten the point that TikTok is not a good idea. We understand that Communist China has infiltrated our nation, yet we continue the same practices. What will it really take to understand. The same thing is happening with currency and banking. Everything is advancing to one world order, as the Bible speaks of happening. Is this progress? Certainly it is not. What happened to using the brain, stimulating it by study, reading a book, for example. Now we have AI to do everything for us. Do we not see the danger? The world is being lulled into a spirit of complacency, without a clue!

I didn't really know what direction this blog would take, because from the moment I sat down here to finish my notes, everything has changed. Perhaps the change I was going to talk about is not intended for my life as much as it is for whomever my read this post. It is my daily prayer that parents especially will sit up and take notice. I can speak from experience. Back when my children were young, the dangers were not as obvious as they are today. I was a good mother, and I knew where my children were supposed to be and with whom they were supposed to be playing. Sometimes, things change, threats are made, and then, if you're lucky, you find out before it's too late. But if you're too late in finding things out, then it may take a lifetime to right a wrong...or never, unless the Lord divinely intervenes, as He has so often. But today the telltale signs are so obvious. At least they are to me, but then I have worked the field, and I have experienced the heartbreak that comes from lies and cover ups.

My second focus, which is also a primary focus, is on the church. It's time to wake up and listen to what God is really saying today, because the hour is late. No time to focus solely on the growth of your own church and your own people. There are so many hurting folks out there, who may never visit the church, so we have to go to them. Some are hiding in plain view, but we can't see for our own busy lives, or, as much as I dislike this word, our agendas! They stand outside doctor's offices, on the front sidewalk, looking as if they are waiting for a ride to come. They may walk into the fast food place where you're seated, eating your meal, and they sit down at the table next to you, smiling to acknowledge your presence, while quietly unwrapping a burger, lost and alone. Once I was riding along a busy street, a troubling issue was occupying my thoughts, when on a crowded sidewalk, amid the other people, I saw a young lad with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, clutching it across a naked chest. He was scantily dressed, without shoes, on a cold winter's day, walking in plain view of the people, yet unnoticed. He seemed to appear from nowhere. He looked at me, smiling, as I passed by, unable to stop as the way was blocked. I hurriedly turned my car around and went back, but he had vanished as quickly as he had appeared. I was on my way to work, so I called a church close by in the area. The girl who answered said they didn't have anyone to go, but not to worry, the police would find him. I hurriedly called a friend, who tried her best to find him, but not being able to. I think I even called the police station to see if anyone from the church had called. A few days later, God revealed to me that I was the only one who saw the boy, because I was the only one meant to see him. He was showing me the great need that existed in the area, with the church, and with the people. This was in answer to my prayers, and an earlier vision He had given me. My mind cannot unsee the many things my eyes have seen in this life. And this is only America. Imagine the great need elsewhere, as I have described in earlier blogs. I don't want to stop seeing. I want to know what's happening in this world. I want to pray, and I want to go, if God sends me. 

Whatever is next, I welcome. If He wants me to write, I will. All I want to do is keep doing whatever it is He calls me to do. I pray the church awakens from their slumber, parents too. God has given our nation a second chance, but the adversary is busy, and people are listening to lies, not bothering to check on the validity of the sources. We need to wake up while there is still time. Jesus is coming back. 

Day 210 Lord, What If?

 

7/29/2025

 "If any of you lack wisdom, let him

ask of God, who gives to all liberally and

without reproach, and it will be given to him."

James 1:5

  

After almost three-quarters of a century of living, one would think I would have more confidence in myself, but, sadly, there are times when wondering comes in. Not the good kind of wonder as in "Wow, look at that beautiful sky!" when I'm admiring the gifts of creation. No, this is more of a "I wonder if I said the right thing, or if I did the right thing? What if someone thinks I'm dumb? What if? What if?" That  kind of mind wondering that is not always beneficial. Tonight, for example, before our prayer meeting began, the leader called on me to pray. She was substituting for the group leaders who were out of town, so she wanted to open in prayer. Many times after I pray in a group that is still relatively new to me, with new members coming in all the time, my mind goes blank. This is really silly, since all I do is talk to the Lord like I'm talking to whoever is reading this blog. Fortunately, I did just that, and all was well. I was so relieved. I know the word very well, and I have memorized it all my life, so I can share it, such as in prayer. But sometimes little things get me wound up.

It's not that I doubt God, I doubt myself sometimes. I've never been shy about asking God to explain  things to me that I don't understand. In fact, I talk to Abba about everything, all the time. I remember my son thinking I was talking to myself, when we first started living together. Especially, when I laugh at what I think God is saying back to me, or almost visualizing Him shaking His head, as if to say, "There she goes again!" We have a good time laughing at me, but when I "wonder" I ask Him.

There's so much insanity and division everywhere these days, that I can understand it if someone ran and hid in a hole. Many times I have felt like that myself, just dig a hole and climb in until the "crazy" is over. But, it's not that easy these days. Many people are searching for truth in a world full of lies and cover ups. When the truth is exposed, people still want to doubt it is true, because it's easier to believe a lie sometimes. The enemy of this world has blinded the eyes of so many Christians, that the name "Christian" is getting a bad rap. Why is it easier to believe a lie than to simply ask for answers? Is it easier to believe someone whose answers are veiled in secrecy? Those who are attempting to find out the truth get scoffed at, branded as conspiracy theorists, and blamed for things falsely to throw the attention off on someone else. This is a mad world!!

The Lord, on the other hand, is always available to teach us the right way, tell us the whole truth, and answer our doubts, without accusing us of being ignorant, or the questions as being stupid, irrelevant, or any other insult; God does not heap on  condemnation. We can go to Him, ask Him anything, and He will gladly help us. Sometimes the answer is as simple as picking up our Bible, our spiritual guide book - God's word, so it is 100% accurate and trustworthy. Perhaps, He'll seem to whisper in your ear, or the whirlwind of your mind, as He did Elijah, when Jezebel tried to kill him, or when Moses was asking God for help at the Red Sea, with Pharaoh and his troops on his heels. God simply asked Moses what he had in his hand. Many times, he'll ask us questions like that. He told me to get up off my face from the rug, that He needed me for something. That was shocking to me. Again, doubt. But I'm glad I did, and I haven't been down that rabbit hole since. There are times when the answer does not come right away, as there's something to be learned, perhaps? It's a matter of "trust Me."

David, the Shepherd King, often cried out to the Lord, doubting, not knowing what to do. In Psalm 42:5 David asks: "Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him for the help of His countenance." Then again in verse 11, he repeats the question: "Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall yet praise Him, the help of my countenance and my God." David realizes that there is hope in God, and he picks himself up with praise on his lips. David spent a lot of time shepherding his sheep, getting to know and trust His God. In Psalm 32:7 David calls God his hiding place: "You are my hiding place; You shall preserve me from trouble; You shall surround me with songs of deliverance." I can't tell you how many times these verses have been a comfort and a song in my heart. The scriptures  call God our Rock, our Fortress, our High Tower. All day on Tuesday I kept singing the words of Proverbs 18:10: "The Name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous run into it and are safe." Over and over I sang and repeated these words. Then when we had our prayer meeting that night, these words brought reassurance to someone else. That's the way God works. All we need to do is trust Him. He will show us the way.

Right now I lack wisdom about a great many decisions that need to be made concerning this home. In the great scheme of things, this is a small problem, as the weight of the world is much heavier than my home getting repaired. But God cares about even the small things that matter to us, so I simply ask for Him to direct my steps, to order them aright, as the word says do. The word says if anyone lacks wisdom, so I'm asking. I can ask Him anything, anytime. May He receive the glory, the honor, the praise. 

Day 209 Remember Your Roots

 

7/28/2025 

"The name of the Lord is a strong tower, 

the righteous run unto it, and they are safe."  

 Proverbs 18:10

 

Today's my baby sister's 69th birthday!! I cannot believe life is going so fast. It seems like yesterday when she was a teenager, lounging out in the sun on weekends, greased up with oil, fit to be fried. I never joined her in those adventures, as I was busy cleaning the house. But I really wasn't a lie-in-the-sun person. I preferred swimming under the water when I went to the beach or pool. I had to be doing something, not just lying around baking my skin. It's a good thing, because my freckles are not treating me well in old age! 

Since I moved back to Virginia, my sister and I have had a few adventures. We only live about 45 minutes from each other, so to me, after living in Northern New Mexico for 35 years, traveling long distances to visit clients or get anywhere, that is a breeze. Besides, I can always entertain myself looking at all the green trees and foliage. Virginia truly is a beautiful State, and the topography of the land dips and sways, twists and turns, rolls and waves. Although I have not yet found my hiding place, I do have some scenic places I love to stay. I don't have to do anything, except sit and commune with God and nature.

My sister has four adult children who will be honoring her day by taking her out to a favorite restaurant. It seems as if they love one called Mexico Restaurant, that has six locations in the Richmond area. She knows that I don't like the cuisine of most Mexican restaurants, as I much prefer the taste of New Mexico's southwestern tastes. My favorite food by far is a large plate of green chili chicken enchiladas prepared by Chef Linda in North Dinwiddie, Virginia. I'm not well-known by locals here, but many know and appreciate the flavor and zest of my creation in New Mexico. This is why, each season, I order 25 pounds of hot green chiles from Fresh Chile in Hatch, and we roast our own, so I can prepare my feasts. Anyone desiring to taste and see, let me know.

I must say I do enjoy Don Quixote Restaurant, located near my home, even though they do serve green chili sauce rather than the actual chopped green chili cooked into the dish. What I enjoy mostly with this restaurant is the customer service. When I walk into that place, I am greeted warmly with a welcome back, and I only go once a month at best. The main waiter knows what we enjoy from the menu. It reminds me of El Parasol in Ohkay Owingeh where I used to go several times a week just to get green chili chicken tacos with guacamole!! The young waiter there smiled when he saw me coming, because he knew what I wanted. I told him once that I was going to trip him up, and I did and ordered a side tamale! He only laughed at me, but the point is that he knew me, and over the years, we became friends. This is making me homesick, but hopefully I'll see my friends soon, as I really hope to make the journey this autumn. I can't wait to see the aspens in color! 

My birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks, my 75th year! Just think - a quarter of a century!! I would love to celebrate this joyous occasion with friends in New Mexico, but at the same time, I'd love to find my hiding place here, so I can have some quality "think time" with Jesus. That may not sound like a birthday celebration to most people, but over the many years of living alone, I have learned to cherish those little getaways with the Lord. Since Sipapu is rather far to travel for a couple of days, I will have to find another place to lay my head, swing in the shade of the evening (without mosquitoes), and enjoy the countryside. Virginia offers so much, so I just need to spend a little time looking. Maybe I'll just pack a bag and strike out on an adventure on my own. I have been known to do that before!

When I was younger, my Papa used to take me to Gretna, where his sister Gracie lived. My Papa's family roots go back to the Cherokees, so maybe this is why I loved to visit. I remember Aunt Gracie making hoe cakes, a rather large biscuit, and for dessert she made jam cake. Yummy! Papa would also take me to Goshen Pass, and we'd have a picnic with the family. I believe the last time we went was right before TJ, my second child, was born. That's 50 years ago! Can that be possible?! If that is the case, then perhaps that is where I should set my sail. Wherever I go or whatever I do, it has to be memorable, as I will never pass this way again. Sadly, for my 70th birthday, the pandemic restrictions were in place, cramping my style. I had planned a Zoom birthday, but I only had one visitor on that call. My dear friend, Irma, who is now with Jesus enjoying all the joys of eternal life! This time must be different.

So with that, I'll end this rant. Until I visit with you again - remember the important things that make us unique, our roots!  

Day 208 The Good Shepherd

 

7/27/2025

 "I am the good shepherd; and I know My sheep,

and am known by My own. As the Father knows Me,

even so I know the Father; and I lay down

My life for the sheep." 

John 10:14-15 

  

When I was a child, I always looked forward to Sunday mornings, but probably not for the right reasons. Every Sunday morning mama would make pancakes for breakfast, with bacon or sausage, orange juice or coffee, or both! Oh, how I love pancakes to this day. My diet has had to change since then, as I make gluten free pancakes these days, but they still taste the same. Gluten free food has come a long way. Of course, I have always enjoyed going to Sunday School and church services on Sundays, and I even enjoy services on Saturdays. Sometimes I walk to church, even on muggy hot mornings, but there always seems to be a slight breeze to help me on my way. My son says the church is a mere 300 feet from our house, besides I love walking, even on days when my legs don't want to cooperate. Thanks to technology, I can enjoy sermons from my pastor other pastors I follow, any time I want, but Sunday afternoons are my favorite times to soak in the word. God said to remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy, and that's what I love to do. Sabbath and Sunday. My cup runs over with the goodness of the Lord.

This morning on our prayer call, Pastor Gerald from the Philippines, shared a short message based on Psalm 23, the beloved pastoral hymn of David, the Shepherd King. When I was a child, this psalm was one of the first ones I memorized. I always encourage others to memorize scripture, grafting it within the heart where it is needed in times of reassurance that they are not alone. New Christians are instructed to memorize scripture, and I always encourage the ladies in my Harvest Group to do the same. The day may come when we will not be allowed to have a Bible. Sadly, although we have a President who is trying to change things, there is still persecution here in America for the follower of Christ, and the Bible is not wanted in libraries or schools. In many places, the Gideon Bibles have been removed from hotel rooms. What a shame when the word of God has so much to offer to a sick and dying world. In foreign countries, saints are willing to die than give up their copy of the word of God. What will happen here in America should that day come? God forbid that it should come to that point, but Jesus said that in the end there would be scoffers of His word. This is happening already, increasing day by day. People praying in silence in public places have been arrested and been found guilty of causing riots. Not too long ago, a man was arrested for setting an elderly Jewish lady on fire. What has become of our once moral, respectful nation?! What is the answer? The answer is not a what but a who, the answer is Jesus.

Psalm 23 begins with the familiar phrase, "The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want."  A shepherd cares for his flock, protects and defends them from predators. If they fall down, he picks them up; if one is missing, he leaves the others and goes out to find that one. Jesus is our Good Shepherd, who tends His flock, the believers, and protects them from evil. If one goes missing, He leaves the others and searches for the one who has gone astray. His sheep know His voice and respond when He calls. He sees to their every need in the kingdom. In the parable of the Lost Sheep, found in Luke 15:1-7, Jesus describes His love and care for His flock. It is a parable where He is symbolically comparing believers as the flock, the church. In John 10:1-30, Jesus gives a deeper understanding of the physical and spiritual role of the Good Shepherd, who lays down His life for the sheep. His sheep know His name.

Verses 2-3, "He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in the path of righteousness for His name's sake." In his book, A Shepherd Looks at Psalm 23, Phillip Keller, a shepherd born in South Africa, gives a wonderful study of the psalm from the viewpoint of a modern day shepherd in comparison to the role of our Good Shepherd, Jesus Christ. Keller shares four requirements for a sheep to lie down:

"Owing to their timidity they refuse to lie down unless they free of all fear. Because of the social behavior within a flock, sheep will not lie down unless they are free from friction with others of their kind. If tormented by flies or parasites, sheep will not lie down. Only when free of these pests can they relax. Lastly, sheep will not lie down as long as they feel in need of finding food. They must be free from hunger."

The author, who is a shepherd, makes great efforts to describe his life as the caretaker of his flock, considering the idiosyncrasies of their natures. Jesus as our Good Shepherd knows His flock, and He says that His sheep know His name. Because we have relationship with Jesus, hear His voice and trust Him, we can know that He will care for our needs, comfort and walk beside us, leading us not only to green pastures, where we can rest, but He also relieves our thirst, restoring our souls. In the arid areas of the middle east, it is hot and dry, so water is a necessity. Jesus is the living water. If we drink of the water He gives, we will never thirst again (John 4). He teaches us His precepts, which is the word of God, and leads us in the path that we are to go. Psalm 119:105 calls the word a lamp to our feet, a light unto our path. He restores our souls tangibly and spiritually with nutrition and hydration. Our physical life line, and our spiritual yearning. 

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for You are with me; Your rod and staff, they comfort me.

King David spoke of fighting off a bear and lion, courageously putting the welfare of His sheep before his own life. He showed this same zeal when he attacked and killed Goliath. He stayed the hand of his enemies through his trust and faith in the power of the Lord. We have this hope and trust in Jesus who goes before us daily, setting His angels guard about us, hearing and responding to our prayers of faith. Protecting those who abide in Him and call on His name. The terrain in Israel can be hazardous, because of the mountainous paths and deep ravines, and deep streams of water. If a sheep falls into water, his lush, wool coat absorbs it and weighs him down, making it impossible for him to get out of the water, so he can easily drown. The shepherd uses his rod and staff to guard the sheep from such hazards and as a means of pulling them away from danger with the crook of the staff. Our Good Shepherd calls out to us, comforts us, and strengthens us when we fall or stray off the narrow path that He has set before us in His word. He draws us back, and He comforts and renews. He restores, and He corrects. I have felt the "crook" of His staff warning me many times.

"You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; My cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever."

Before the spring season comes, when the shepherd takes the sheep to high pasture lands - table lands - he must go and prepare the area to ensure it is safe for the sheep. As the snows melts, the shepherd searches for poisonous plants that may have taken root, removes stones, makes the way safe. In our lives the Lord goes before us and keeps us from evil. The word promises in Psalm 91 that His angels encompass around us, and in Psalm 27, He is our refuge and our strength. Many times in scripture He assures us of His presence and His great love for His people. In 1 Samuel 17:47 David tells Goliath that "the battle is the LORD's," and many times in scripture the word testifies that God fights for us.

Sheep are susceptible to pests, and during "fly time," a season when the flies are particularly ferocious, the shepherd has to remove pests that get into the thick wool, and they treat the sores with oil that soothes and heals. In James 4:14, "Is anyone among you sick? Let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord." Oil represents the presence of Holy Spirit, and Mary of Bethany anointed Jesus with oil - a fragrant rich perfumed oil called nard - prior to His death. Oil is also used for cooking and for lighting the lamps, and as a soothing balm for healing. On the night Jesus was betrayed, He was praying in the Garden of Gethsemane. Gethsemane means "oil press" in Hebrew. When oil is squeezed from olives, a big stone is used to press the oil, requiring great strength and pressure. In the Garden, Jesus asked for the cup to be removed, if God so willed. The agony, the pressure/squeezing was so great that Jesus sweat drops of blood from broken capillaries.

"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever."

A good shepherd takes care of his flock in all the ways described above, and he tenderly cares for them. Our Good Shepherd leads us, protects us, and watches over us, as we walk in obedience to Him. Our Good Shepherd paid the ultimate price for us with His death, taking our place on the cross. He died, was buried, arose the third day, and now sits in heaven seated at the right hand of our Father, making intercession for us. One day He will return for us, and together we will live for all eternity, dwelling in the house of the LORD forever. Oh, what a day that will be!  

Day 207 Sabbath Rest

 

 

7/26/2025

 

Life should be simple for a child. Children should never see or hear anything disturbing to their innocent sensibilities. They should be protected and guarded from every harmful influence. They should be allowed to grow up happy and free, enjoying the beauty of life, dancing in the sunlight. I see myself, as a child, and I know that although my life had problems, I did not realize it. I am so grateful for that. When my mind, even in the early days, remembers, and I can see myself, I only focus on the things that made me smile. I want that for all children on every continent, in every household. No more digging in trash heaps, drinking filthy water, being awakened by screams and guns firing, or seeing machete blades swinging and homes being burned. No unpleasant dreams, no horror, hatred, and destruction. Lord, why is it that this happens in remote areas, amidst the beauty of Your creation? Why is it, Lord, that I was given a life in a country that where such things are not allowed to exist? We, in America, land of the free, home of the brave, are so blessed. And yet, and yet, even here, hidden behind closed doors, in alleys, in dumpsters, in absolute filth, ugliness and horror exists. 

This morning, Pastor Jack shared about his perfect, restful day on Friday. Living in Chino Hills, a suburb of Los Angeles, where a raging war of hatred and crime is ongoing, he exalts God's glory in describing his day as having "a spectacular sunrise, cool temperatures, good visibility, light breezes, coolness in the shade, a touch of heaven, and a strongly blessed day." He may have called it "paradise" a some point, nonetheless, Pastor Jack praised the name of our Lord for the gift of the day. This is as it should be. Glorious, in spite of turmoil, war, crime, and all that befalls a nation and a world. Our five minutes of praying the word back to its Author and Finisher of our faith. God's word is life.

The scripture he shared this morning comes from Ephesians 3:20, but I include verse 21 so it will flow contextually: 

"Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly, abundantly above all that we ask or think according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen."

Pastor Jack remarked that Governor Newsom hated the church, and so it appears, in every indication of his outworking, that he does. He tolerates and even exalts every profane thing, welcoming murderers, morally depraved, pedophiles, child traffickers, and every evil contradiction of faith in God to have a heyday in the city. He denies permits for church events, and in the rare occasion that he has already signed a permit allowing the event, at the last minute he withdraws it. By this time every protestor has been loosed in the area or bussed in by instigators. But what really disturbs me is the fact that these protesters are really agitators who perform lewd, promiscuous acts in front of young children, who are innocently attending an event. Why is this permissible? What makes it acceptable to people? Tolerated by anyone with any moral compass. One does not have to be a professing Christian to care about the welfare of their vulnerable, impressionable children.

Today's message at Jacob's Tent was a double portion from Numbers about the journeys and the tribes who were inhabiting the Land of Promise. In short the Torah portion spoke of possessing the inheritance. Bill, our shepherd, reminded us that we would all go up to Mount Moriah on our journey with the Lord. Mount Moriah is the place where Abraham offered up Isaac as a sacrifice to the Lord. It is also the site of the threshing floor that King David purchased for the building of the first temple by his son, Solomon. It is even believed to be the site of the Garden of Eden. Bill also shared that we would also be called to our Gethsemane as the Lord continues to cleanse us and purge the dross, the unacceptable things that are no longer permitted. Gethsemane, you may recall from a previous blog, means "oil press." As a follower of Jesus, as we grow and mature in our faith, things that were permissible will no longer be so, as the Lord guides us. As His followers we are allowed to go through trials that refine our faith, that prune us of anything that takes our attention from or distracts us from God. He presses us, squeezes us, until we are ready for the next step. The process is painful, but it is necessary and beneficial, as our character is being transformed into the likeness of Christ. It's a process, and it is all worthwhile.

Sometimes it seems as if life is unfair. Why are trials of faith necessary? Why is sickness allowed? Only God knows the whys and wherefores of life, because it is His good plan. Maybe it doesn't seem fair, but if we got what we deserved, we'd be in hell. Without Jesus, we would not be redeemed from the curse of destruction. But Jesus said things would happen, life would not be perfect. How could it be unless sin was completely eradicated from this world, and peace reigned. All I can say is give it time, as it will surely come to pass in God's good time. Believe me, His timing is perfect. Don't try to hurry Him along.

Paul spoke of the thorn in his flesh, and although it is never identified, we know that it was distressing to Paul. So much so that he asked God three times to remove the problem, but God said that His grace was sufficient. Now that's tough, and yet He does the same to us, in different ways, but things happen. Listen to Paul and be comforted:

"And lest I should be exalted above measure by the abundance of the revelations, a thorn in the flesh was given to me, a messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I be exalted above measure. Concerning this thing I pleaded with the Lord three times that it might depart from me. And He said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ's sake. For when i am weak, then I am strong." (2 Corinthians 12:7-10) 

Another to consider as we run this race is that we are not only prone to patting ourselves on the back, as may have been a trait Paul hinted at when he said "lest I be exalted above measure," but many times we are never satisfied with our physical appearance or status in life. The appearance part can be something that is very hurtful when dealing with children, especially. I know, because a comment was made to my daughter about clothes she should never wear, and she remembers it to this day. The person who made the remark is now with Jesus, and I know she did not mean to hurt my daughter's feelings, but it did. Young girls are particularly susceptible to negative comments and can be drawn in by too much attention being paid to looks. I think Beth, Bill's wife put it very nicely when she said "Don't criticize God's artwork!" In Psalm 139 David writes: 

"For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother's womb. I will praise You, for I am fearfullly and wonderfully made; marvelous are Your works, and that my soul knows very well. My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them." (Psalm 139:13-16)

God planned everything about us, because He knows the plans He has for us. Plans to give us a future and a hope (Jeremiah 29:11). I don't know why children are born with conditions, but I do know that God loves us, and His promises are true. I think of Helen Keller - her life is a testimony to the miracle-working power of God. I just re-watched The Miracle Worker, a movie about Helen's early days. It always brings a feeling of warmth and gratitude, and as Helen laughed at her new found abilities, I rejoiced with tears and laughter as I celebrated her life and memory. Even accidents happen in life, and we ask God "why?" Understandable as in Joni Eareckson Tada's story. She had a hard time, struggling with wanting to live, but through faith in Christ she made it, and she continues to overcome each hurdle thrown her way. These women are two more of my heroes in the faith. So, ladies, and gentlemen, boys and girls, let's stop criticizing God's artwork! When we are weak, then we are strong. I am trying to remember that myself.

I think that's a good way to end my Sabbath rest. Shalom! 

Day 206 The Cleansing Blood

 

 7/25/2025

 "Whether you turn to the right or to the left,

your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, 

'This is the way; walk in it.'"

Isaiah 30:21

  

For the last three or four days I have been unable to rest my legs, making it extremely difficult to focus on my blogs. By the time I get around to finishing my thoughts, I cannot make sense of them with all the discomfort. It's easy to become discouraged, but I do believe that there is something I am to learn from this period of inconvenience, my little "aside," I call it. My devotional calls it "a fork in the road." Life hands us opportunities to challenge our thinking, and God uses them to see what we're made of, if we mean what we say. This is just a speculation on my part, but I know that God allows little roadside circumstances, perhaps distractions, to test our tenacity. Even the Apostle Paul had his moments:

We are hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed - always carrying about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our body." 2 Corinthians 4:8-9

"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 temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal." 2 Corinthians 4:16-18 

In my study of the book of Hebrews using Andrew Murray's classic guide, The Holiest of All, I have been inching through the verses line by line, as the writer brings life to each syllable, each thought, provoking deep reflection on my part. Chapter 9 compares the earthly tabernacle with ordinances of service, limited under the first covenant. The priest was the only one allowed to go beyond the veil to the altar of God, and then only once a year. Before going in, he had to atone for his own sins, before he could do so for the people, and he had to be first sprinkled by the blood of a spotless animal himself before bearing the sins of the people. The heavenly sanctuary with Jesus Christ as the Great High Priest has no such ordinances, because He became the spotless Lamb, His blood offered as the atonement for our sins. Verse 14, "how much more shall the blood of Christ cleanse your conscience from dead works to serve the living God." It is hard to wrap my mind around the idea that because of Jesus, we who serve Him, share in His sacrifice, becoming priests, as part of His inheritance. I'm not even certain that I can express in my own words the depth of what the author of Hebrews is saying. In 1 Peter 2 we, who are believers in Christ, are called "living stones," being built up into a spiritual house - a holy priesthood. Verse 9 is a well-known verse: "But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light."

As I continue to stand in prayer with Israel as this war continues, seemingly without end, sensing the deep suffering of the people, the turmoil of the government, I have felt so unworthy to consider myself chosen, as part of their inheritance. I know that because of the mercy of Jesus, in extending this great blessing to Gentiles believers, I have a part in the scheme of things, prophetically speaking. I understand that the Bible was written by the Jewish people, chronicling the history of their life and suffering, the story of Jesus from Genesis to Revelation, and I realize that only because of my acceptance of Jesus Christ as Messiah and my belief in the report of the apostles He taught, that I have been grafted into the family of God. It all comes through His shed blood, the price He paid for our sins, and because of the rejection of His own people, the chosen race of Israel, Gentile believers have been given a chance to be part of the story. This is indeed glorious news to a believer who through faith receives the report. But, we have a calling to stand beside the chosen race of Israel, encouraging, strengthening with our prayers, and tangibly offering assistance as able. Not all know Christ, so not all understand the hope they have to endure this suffering, their inconsolable grief consumes them. Our faith gives them hope, and hopefully opens their eyes to the gospel, the living, breathing word of life - Jesus Christ the Messiah.

In summarizing this one verse of scripture from Hebrews 9:14, this is what I know to be true, because I have accepted the free gift of salvation through His death, burial, and resurrection, and I have surrendered my life to be used by Him:

"Jesus owns me. Although I live in the flesh, I am not my own. My inward man grows, though outwardly, I perish."

"Spiritual man outgrows the physical body, but I do not lose hope even though the heart may faint."

"Inwardly I am being refreshed day by day."

One day I will finish my race, and receive the prize of the high calling of Jesus Christ. Andrew Murray's last words of encouragement to the reader encourages me to stay the course:

"Oh to realize it! Christ went into the Holiest, not for Himself, but for us. And we go in, too, by His blood and in His Spirit, not only for ourselves but for others." 

  

Day 205 Life in the Wilds

7/24/2025

"This is the day the LORD has made;

we will rejoice and be glad in it."

Psalm 118:24

 

Guess what I did today? Any ideas? (Hint provided above!) You're right! My anticipated wait is over, and the green chiles have arrived, early! My son, Daniel lugged out the grill, while I crawled haphazardly up into the attic for the large pot, and then I readied my kitchen. Daniel had purchased charcoal, as we do things the old-fashioned way, plus I doubt anyone here has a roaster! Besides, that takes away half the fun of watching Daniel sweat in the hot sun! Actually, it wasn't a particularly hot or humid day, and he survived rather well. My job was to peel and pack for freezing. We always buy the extra hot chiles, so after he roasts, throws them into a pot of water to loosen the skin, I peel. The peels took awhile, as we had 25 pounds, so, wearing heavy-gloves, I peeled, coughed and hacked from the fumes, while I sneezed, snorted, and my nose ran. As anyone who peels chile knows, we dare not touch any part of our body with chile hands, as the oils in the chile burn something fierce. I did not use gloves the first time we roasted chile, and I thought my hands were going to melt or burn up from the pain. Old skin absorbs faster, so I soaked my hands in milk, water, baking soda, scrubbed with every "remedy" recommended, all to no avail. I had to wait for the burn to leave. It took a couple of days to die down, but I could function after the first day. Trying to sleep with that discomfort was difficult, but I lived to peel another year. Now I am much more careful. Other than hacking up a lung, that is, and having to stop several times, carefully remove the gloves, carefully avoiding contact with my bare hands (after I washed my hands with the gloves on), so I could blow my nose profusely, and carefully put the gloves back on! This is a hazardous to your health job! But one that is well worth the effort if you, like we, enjoy this wonderful vegetable God has provided for our enjoyment. You haven't lived until you've tasted my green chili chicken enchiladas or my chili and cheese fries. Nothing better!

I also spent some time outside admiring my crepe myrtle trees - no longer bushes - the very ones I risked life and limb for getting that nasty vine out that was killing my trees. They hadn't bloomed, and it was late in the season. This vicious vine had wrapped around the tree trunk and lower branches, and it had vines that covered the top of the trees. But now, they are so beautiful and full. 

 

I still have to work on back side of the yard, as there are overgrown, half-way dead bushes with that vine entangled in the top of the tree and vines wrapped around. After I mowed the lawn, I spent considerable time messing with that tree. Sadly the only answer is to cut the bushes down, remove the vines, and save the tree. There are some bird nests in the bushes, but I think they are almost finished with their nesting. They seem to have found homes in the gigantic maple tree in the back yard, so hopefully, I won't disturb their homes. After all, they have squatter's rights! 

Being out in the bushes all afternoon, pulling down those nasty vines, brought dust and critters down on me. I love coming in and taking a nice soak in the tub. But I am scratching my skin off from the voracious  mosquitoes that seem to love me. I am still wondering why God created mosquitoes, but I know He has a purpose for every creature. I should have paid better attention in my botany classes and in the study of insects - entomology. I remember studying the life cycles of certain plants, ginkgo biloba being one. While it was interesting, the field trips fun, it just wasn't my cup of tea. I preferred bodies or even better, microbes. I was great at identifying unknown bacteria. I wish I knew how to identify this vine!! Did you know that there is actually a cell phone app to diagnose sick plants? What will they come up with next?! Actually, I'm a little afraid to ask, as I do not trust AI, and there are some risky social media apps, as well. But that's another rant session for another day.

While I was reading over my post to ensure I had spelled words correctly and that it made sense, a tiny little mosquito-type fly flew by me, a no-see-um I am told. But I saw um, and I squashed it!! Their bites are worse than mosquito bites, as they itch more and last longer. I identified the bites on my arm beside the mosquito bites. I guess I'm the meal of the day!

Once more the time has crept by, and I need to rest these ole bones. Rest properly so I can live to write another day. Hopefully, tomorrow will bring an equally pleasant day. Selah.

 

Day 204 "Follow Me"

 

7/23/2025 

"As He passed by, He saw Levi the son of Alphaeus 

sitting at the tax office, and He said to him,

'Follow Me.' So, he arose and followed him.

Mark 2:14 

 

What was it that made Matthew (Levi) leave his job, no doubt a lucrative one, and follow Jesus? Just like that?! There's no indication in scripture that he had previous contact with Jesus, so what happened? 

I enjoy watching the series The Chosen, and the story of Matthew presents a possibility that seems plausible. Tax collectors were not well liked or respected, and choosing this profession, working for the Roman government brought shame on the entire family. In the series, the character of Matthew is portrayed as being autistic with noticeable quirks in his behavior, nonetheless a young man of unique capabilities - strategically sound wisdom, unmatched organizational skills, and a genius mathematically. He has done well for himself as a tax collector, and has become quite wealthy, but his father has disowned him, because of the shame he feels for Matthew's chosen vocation. Alphaeus, who once had his own business, lost it for the same reason, disgraced by his son's choices, so he had to travel from home with his new line of work. Once a respected member in the community, he also lost his status. But things changed when Jesus asked Matthew to "Follow Me." 

In the series, Matthew had observed Jesus with the people as He taught and performed miracles. He also witnessed the huge catch of fish Jesus had provided for Peter and Andrew. This was enough to peak Matthew's interest and bring more confusion to his troubled mind, as Matthew did not understand nor could he reason out the miracle he had witnessed. When Jesus passed by, looked eyeball to eyeball, and Jesus said "follow Me," Matthew heard the call and accepted it. Just like every other disciple. In John 10:27 Jesus, speaking to the crowd, said: "My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me." Somehow Matthew and each of the disciples heard and understood, and they chose to follow Jesus.

Whatever made the difference in Matthew's life, gave him the desire to radically change his life, giving up wealth, possessions, and a position with the Roman government, it took courage to throw it all away, to accept a life of poverty, having no home, traveling places where they may not be welcomed, entering the unknown. The other disciples had their own questions, I imagine, as total surrender did not come easy for any of them, and yet, He changed their thinking in an instant. For many, their testimonies are similar. When they encountered the living Son of God, they were blown away. The decision to follow Him was spontaneous.

For some, it comes naturally, no one's conversion to Jesus Christ has ever been the same. I was eight years of age when I made my decision to follow Jesus. For me it was an easy. I grew up going to church whenever the doors were open. My Mama and Grammy read their Bibles daily, served in church teaching the little children, giving to missionaries, tithing, and all the other things we are taught to do. They taught me to love the hymns. They taught me to pray, although I began to talk to Jesus at a very early age. He was my friend as I have testified before. I imagine it is the same or similar for many who are raised in the South, in country or rural areas, where we are protected from the outside in many ways. That is, until we become teenagers, and we become more aware of what was happening outside our four walls or those in the area around us. Our schools were country schools with teachers who lived in the area, were friends with our parents and grandparents, and many were school teachers, principals, deacons in our churches, or known locally. That's the way it was in rural America for me. I did not realize what a privilege it was until later in life. I wish more children were able to grow up loved and guided in this way. We still made mistakes, but we knew we were loved. But then, there are always exceptions, varying influences. Sadness and trauma. I know a bit of this also.

Television was not available to the public at large until the late 1940's and early 1950's, and I do not recall the first time our family had one. I was born in 1950, and we were not well off financially, so we may not have been able to afford a television until much later, and my Daddy was very protective of us when we did have one. Strangely, I do remember when Sputnik was launched by the Soviet Union on October 4, 1957, but as a small, tender child, I could not fully understand the significance of entering the space age. Children see "outer space" as the beautiful heavens we can see with our innocent eyes - sun, moon, stars, like a window to glimpse the face of God. We are taught of the kindly "man in the moon." Blessed with many creative gifts, my imagination had no boundaries, so I dreamed big dreams. God moved on my heart in so many ways back then in my early years.

I do not remember the first television evangelist, but I do remember attending every revival Central Baptist Church, Church Road, Virginia held when I was a child until my early adulthood. That's a lengthy legacy, and I am so grateful. When Jesus called me to give my life to Him, to follow Him, I was eight years old, and I approached the pastor to the following familiar words:

"Just as I am, without one plea, But that Thy blood was shed for me,

And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come! I come!"  

If my experience is like Matthew's, minus the mental challenges, although my son may say otherwise, then the power of the spoken Word, and the mysteries of the Gospel concerning Jesus Christ and His miraculous sojourn on this earth, are alone sufficient to draw a hungry and thirsty heart to Jesus when they hear Him say, "Follow Me." 

Day 203 Jesus, Have It All!

 

7/22/2025 

"He who dwells in the secret place of the

Most High shall abide under the 

shadow of the Almighty."

Psalm 91:1

 

My life is so full. And yet, a conundrum, a cacophony, a fractal. The important thing about my less than normal life is that I know that God smiles on me. He knows everything about me, naturally, because He created me to be "me." He knows what I'm thinking or if I'm not! He knows how I'm going to begin each day, and how it will end. He knows that even if I get a bit distracted and walk around in circles that I'll always be pulled back. Right now He knows that it's late, my legs are aching, because I cut grass and cut branches, and walked up and down the basement steps with laundry. He knows that I missed two prayer calls, one by mistake and the other from sheer exhaustion. He knows that I can "see" distractions, that I understand danger ahead, and He knows that my heart is aching for those who wait, who grieve, who are suffering, who need Jesus. He knows I'm spent, at the end of my proverbial rope as it relates to my family. He knows my heart, and He sees and loves me. I belong to Him. He is my Beloved, and I am His.

So I run into the secret place, and sit under the shadow of my Almighty God, and I silence my mind, crawl into His lap, and we discuss what's next.

"Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee,

 and hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity."  

I received a text message Friday from my closest childhood friend, who at this moment in lounging with her family in blue Hawaii. And believe me, the waters are so blue and clean and amazingly beautiful. How I wish I could be there enjoying the grandeur of God's creation. And yet, I have traveled to so many places within our country, and regardless of whether the road takes me through lovely pastures with rolling hills, past countless lakes and streams, or through a dingy, dirty, traffic packed city, there is always something that is beyond imagination - "beautiful beyond comprehension; too marvelous for words" - when we consider the worlds His hands have made. Yes, I admit to having a tinge of jealousy, but it soon disappeared, and I can be content with where I am in this moment of time. I'm glad that she has a family who enjoys getting out of Dodge on occasion, and that three sisters, and sometimes the fourth, can enjoy time together for a much-needed rest.

After a morning of resting in God's glory, abiding in His grace, I soon return to the thoughts of the day. The Worship Watch at Kehilat HaCarmel in Haifa was a bit heavy, as was the prayer call with the embassy. Even my devotional, 60 Days of Prayer, urges us to be a voice for the voiceless, advocate for justice and compassion, and embrace the calling with joy. It's hard to think of suffering with joy, even harder to imagine when someone else is going through it, and we have no clue as to how it actually feels to walk their walk. On the call this morning, we had a mother of an IDF soldier/reservist who has been on active duty the past 270 days straight. She also has grandchildren in the service, so her heart is heavy. As Hannah spoke my heart ached for what she must feel and the strength she must have as she waits and watches. She said that the soldiers have to endure intense heat from the sun, dressed in their uniforms, armed with their weapons, although they do not always have the weapons they need. She shared that often they do not have enough food or water. There are those who are faithful to carry food to some areas, but they do not make it to all. The soldiers are not allowed to take their boots off while they are serving, for weeks on end. She prayed for protection and for their mental health. There have been suicides. Chaim Malespin, Sergeant Major of one of the ground units, who also runs the Aliyah Return Center, has been involved in the conflict since day one. He often speaks of the "lone soldiers" who are fighting in the war, but who do not have any family in Israel. The Aliyah Return Center provides rooms and support for these soldiers. Sadly, one committed suicide a week or two ago. Perhaps more, as there have been others who ended their lives, because they could not endure the thought of continuing in such a long conflict. Today marks 655 days since the war began. My heart bleeds for them, for their mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, wives, and children. For the lost and grieving. For the hostages who are in dark tunnels far beneath the ground, without proper nutrition, water, sanitary conditions, enduring torture, going without medical treatment. Hannah is a Messianic Jewish believer, so she has great faith to believe and trust God for her family's safety and return. But others do not believe, and this is another reason I am sad. Some of the released hostages have returned to serving God, but they still do not know Jesus, their Messiah. My hope, my prayer, is that as their faith in God has returned, so their hunger and thirst for more and more will lead them to find Jesus.

This evening I turned my focus to worship, as this is where I find my rest, my peace, my enduring hope, especially after such a heavy day. I was listening to Jesus Image, Sunday evening service, where Steffany Gretzinger was speaking about seeking Jesus. Jesus as our living water, our source, our well. In His Sermon on the Mount Jesus said: "Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled." (Matthew 5:6) When He encountered the woman at the well in Samaria He said to her: "Whoever drinks o this water will thirst again, but whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst. But the water that I shall give him will become in him a fountain of water springing up into everlasting life." (John 4:13-14)

Because this woman heard the message Jesus spoke, understood, and accepted Him as the Source of all living water, as Messiah, upon her testimony, and entire village came running to hear the Good News from the Author and Finisher of our faith. 

"The name of the Lord is a strong tower;
The righteous run to it and are safe."

Proverbs 18:10

This woman at the well became the first evangelist when she spread the Good News throughout her town. Before she encountered Jesus at Jacob's well, she was a notorious sinner, shunned by her own people, as you may recall from her story in John 4. But Jesus changed her life, and He changes ours. I know He changed mine. The message is "never stop seeking Jesus." He alone is the giver of life who satisfies all our longings.

 

Day 202 Walking Well

 

7/21/2025 

 

Yesterday I spoke a little about the early church, and how the disciples turned the whole world upside down sharing the Gospel of Jesus Christ. When Saul of Tarsus, whose name was changed to Paul, encountered Jesus Christ on the road to Damascus on his way to arrest Christians, his life changed dramatically. Paul, a Pharisee, persecuted the early Christians, dragging them out of their homes, arresting them for believing the message of Jesus Christ. When he met Jesus, all that changed, and Jesus called Paul to take the message to the Gentiles. I find it interesting that there has been a misunderstanding regarding God's chosen people and Israel's importance in end time prophecy. Replacement Theology has infiltrated the church and theological seminaries teaching that the Christian Church has replaced the Jews as the chosen people, and the Old Testament writings are thought to be no longer of importance. When the disciples set out to share the gospel, they did not have the New Testament, so they shared from personal experience of knowing Jesus and witnessing the miracles, hearing His teaching, and from the writings of the Old Testament prophets. The entire Old Testament prophesies of the birth, death, and resurrection of Jesus Christ, and from their testimony and the Word of God many were added to the church daily. Based on their experience and the writings of Paul, it is hard to believe that the church could become so confused. Paul write the book of Romans in response to wrong doctrines infiltrating the early church, and Romans 11 clearly states God's truth regarding the Jews as God's chosen people. This will never change, and the Old Testament as well as the New testifies of this truth.

On Mondays on the Christian Embassy call from Jerusalem, Dr. Jurgen Buhler, our CEO, has been sharing about how antisemitism seeped into the church nearly 1700 years ago when the the Council of Nicaea met to safeguard foundational beliefs, such as the identity of Jesus Christ and to set the date of Easter. Prior to this, Jews and Christians were on friendly terms, and they even worshiped together and were allowed in the synagogues. The Nicene Creed was written, but rather than make the relationship stronger, it lead to division. Fast forward to today, and we can see that the division has increased with antisemitism on the rise. It is important that the church get back to their Judeo-Christian roots.

In the afternoon I turned on an episode of Little House on the Prairie, about Nellie Olsen meeting the love of her life, which had always been the desire of her parents, particularly her mother, Harriet, who often is the life of the series with her antics. In this episode Nellie has already met and married Percival Issac Dalton Cohen, and his parents are coming for the birth of their first child. Harriet is upset about the parents being Jewish and if they will accept Nellie and her family. She is discussing this with her husband, Nels, when she makes a comment about their heritage. She said everyone had a country, but that the Jews were scattered all over the place. That made me sit up and take notice, and it made me think about how things are today about the country of Israel. People can grow up reading the Bible, and yet, they cannot understand that God gave the Jewish people the Promised Land through Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. I don't understand how this can be difficult to understand, as I have mentioned many times. I pray that this will change. Soon. For the sake of America.

I forgot to mention that yesterday, after Pastor Jonathan's message about service to one another, someone reached out to me in kindness. I had walked to church, as I live across the road, so it's not that far to walk, and I enjoy it. My cousin usually attends the first service, so we usually cross paths as he is leaving, and I am arriving. Everyone said it was hot, but I guess I don't notice it as much having lived in Northern New Mexico in dryer climate. Besides, there was a nice breeze. I had crossed the highway and was headed down the road when a truck almost passed me, but it stopped, and the young man asked if I wanted a ride home. I noticed that he was the man who generally sits behind me during the service. I thanked him, and told him that I lived just across the way and pointed to my house, as I was almost home. He insisted that it was too hot to be walking. I assured him that I was enjoying my walk, but I did appreciate his kind offer. He eventually went on his way. My legs were aching from work I had done in the yard on Friday, but I still was pretty brisk as I ventured along. Still it's nice that someone heard the message, and better still that someone reached out to me. It gave me hope.

Many thoughts pass through my mind. It seems as if my mind never rests, not when it comes to human suffering. I champion the rights of those the Lord loves and calls as His own, those who choose to walk the narrow road I have talked about so often. Each day Pastor Greg has a question from his daily devo or from the most recent message. The online community is growing and considering questions we cover in our groups. I think questions can be very beneficial for anyone, at any stage of their walk with Jesus. This is how we grow or why we stagnate. The one for today was:  "How do you know if you’re on the right road, spiritually speaking?" So, any thoughts?//

 

Day 201 Love Costs

 

7/20/2025

"Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud 

of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin that so easily ensnares us, 

and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking

unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set 

before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down 

at the right hand of the throne of God." 

 Hebrews 12:1-2

 

Last night at Angel Stadium Harvest Ministries hosted their annual Harvest Crusade with 45,000 in attendance. This is Pastor Greg's 35th year of holding these crusades, but this year they had to turn people away, as the stadium was already filled to capacity! This morning we learned that 6500 made decisions for Christ. This included in person and those viewing online. At Angel Stadium there were so many people coming forward that the Fire Marshal had to stop the crowd. This is also a first, Pastor Greg shared. This should be exciting news in a world where there is such bad news daily; however, later today fellow Californian, Sean Feucht, a young worship leader, who founded the ministry Let Us Worship during the pandemic, sent a message saying that there have been disparaging comments posted by social media  regarding the Harvest Crusade. Sean has been holding his own meetings in every state and in certain countries in the world. He's excited about what God has been doing in California, as many have been praying for a great end time revival, but he is growing tired of the rude, judgmental comments of others, especially those who are in the body of Christ. Sean is not a stranger to criticism, but it never seems to stop his momentum, his zeal for the Lord. Still, his concern is well understood and well-said, as the Word of God is very clear about criticism made against His anointed. Life and death are indeed in the power of the tongue. 

The mission statement of Harvest Ministries is "To Know Jesus and Make Him Known." The crusade will be followed by baptisms at Pirate's Cove on August 16. Pirate's Cove is the site of the Jesus Movement baptisms and the location of the movie Jesus Revolution, detailing this movement in the 70's. This gathering for baptism at Pirate's Cove will be the 3rd Annual Jesus Revolution Baptism, where thousands of people will flock to take their next step of faith in their walk with Jesus. During the filming of Jesus Revolution, many spectators who were sitting on the rocks watching the baptism scene, and many who were in the crowd observing came forward to be baptized themselves. There have been other groups baptized at Pirate's Cove, and I have heard similar reports. It is amazing to watch what God is doing in the hearts of many today, mostly the youth. May the fire continue to fall!

Harvest's message this morning was entitled "Now What?: Being a Disciple & Making Disciples." We are ending our study of the book of Jonah, where the nation of Ninevah witnessed a mass revival in response to the reluctant prophet Jonah's call for repentance or destruction. Ninevah was a brutal nation, and they were given 40 days to change their ways. I believe that America has been given another chance to change our ways, but many do not seem to notice or pay attention to the many signs God is sending us. In my writings I have mentioned many times the increasing advance of the prophetic time clock as relayed by scripture. They are not my words, rather those spoken by God Himself in the Bible, God's written word. Jesus said many, even the very elect, would turn away from the truth, and I must say that I am witnessing that happen with increasing alarm. Jesus said many times in scripture that things hidden would be revealed, and they are. 

The early church formed by the disciples of Jesus, after He resurrection and ascension, was said to set the world on fire. The book of Acts describes the devotion of the early believers and their growth as they went out and fulfilled Jesus' last words found in Acts 1:8: "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." But following Christ came with a huge cost, as the religious leaders and others did not receive the message, as they did not while Jesus was on earth. All the disciples, except John, gave their lives for the Gospel. Although the enemy tried to kill John the Apostle many times, once by boiling him in oil, he was unsuccessful. John was eventually exiled on the island of Patmos where he authored Revelation - the Revelation of Jesus Christ.

Pastor Jonathan, Western Heights Baptist Church, continuing in our study of the gospel of Mark, spoke Sunday on The Cost of Compassion. The text is found in Mark 1:4-45, where it relayed the message of Jesus' encounter with a leper, who was supposed to remain a safe distance from others, and not to be seen in public. Leprosy was an incurable disease that presented with whitish or yellowish spots on the skin, then spread over the body. As the condition advanced it would literally eat up the tissues and bones causing extensive disfiguring and loss of finger, toes, and other parts of the body and face. Because it was highly infectious, the ill had to be quarantined. One location where lepers were isolated was the island of Molokai, an island of Hawaii. Pastor Jonathan mentioned Father Damien, the priest who served the lepers on this island, the priest I mentioned yesterday in my post on My Heroes of the Faith. His story is quite remarkable, and his life was one of selfless devotion to the most vulnerable of his time. After contracting the disease himself, he chose to remain on the island serving the people he loved, rather than leave for treatment. He died among those who loved him and whom he loved. His one request over the years he was on Molokai was for nuns to come and assist him. Prior to his death his dream was realized.

The cost of discipleship is indeed very high. There are many ways to serve, as not all can go to the mission field, and not all are willing to put themselves in harms way. I learned also this morning that Pastor Khaled Mezher of Good Shepherd Evangelical Church in Suwayda, Syria and his family and others were brutally murdered in church, during a proposed cease fire. Pastor Khaled had been converted from the Druze faith to Christianity for several years and was well loved. Over one hundred others have been murdered by this tyrannical regime now in power in the country of Syria, and in spite of the cease fire, the murders continue. This is one modern day example of the cost of living for Jesus. The author Tertullian said "The blood of martyrs is the seed of the church."

Silence in the face of such brutality has been the normal response. I make every attempt to post current news, but honestly, it comes so fast, from every country, every direction, that my head swims. It literally makes me sick knowing such brutality exists in this world. A world that has so much to be grateful for, yet it is never enough. The thirst for power is so great and so corrupt. I have said many time that there will come a time when a line has to be drawn in the sand. Jesus is coming back. The time to draw the line is now!