Day 89 Seeds of Truth

3/30/202

 Last week was particularly challenging, and I struggled to keep up with some things. Yesterday something happened that upset me, because it seems as if (and I should already expect this) the enemy was listening to conversations, biding his time to attack. So this morning I decided that I would shut myself in with the Lord, cut off the cell phone to avoid the texts and any unpleasant or demanding phone calls. I wanted to focus on Jesus. I  had decided that I would attend church with my Jesus Image family online, since I've been missing it lately. It is a Jesus people church in Orlando, Florida led by Michael and Jessica Koulianos. Yesterday I described what God had spoken to the Jacob Tent family of believers about welcoming in the presence of Holy Spirit and allowing Him to linger, not putting God in a box or limiting what He wants to do by rushing to do the next thing. Jesus Image does that so well, and they teach and train young people, and some older students, how to love Jesus.

They had just returned from a few days in Orange County, California, training and ministering. Today they were commissioning students from Jesus School to go out into communities or other nations and share the love of Christ. The missions teams are going to the Middle East and Germany, and others will be in Phoenix, California, Georgia, and Houston. Each year they do this, and the students are so excited and full of the love of Jesus. The kids were likened to seeds being sown on fertile soil all over the world with revival coming. I would have loved to have had a church like this growing up and for my children. So many things I missed, and they missed, and it is so important for children to know they are made in the image of God, and He has a plan and purpose for their lives. In fact, we all need to be encouraged that we have a place in this world.

There were many who were baptized in the morning service, and Michael always asks them why they want to be baptized. The responses are so heart felt and never rehearsed. There are tears and joy and celebration. The little children are taught early about the love of God in a depth most churches do not feel a young one can understand. They respond that they want to surrender to Jesus and give Him all their love. I was like that, except my training was pretty much on my own, except when I asked questions of teachers and read books. I was so blessed to have school teachers who also attended my church when I was a child and young teenager. I learned so much at the feet of Jesus after I was older. I had an insatiable curiosity, and I still do, except now, it's hunger I feel. I'll be beginning a new study about the Courts of Heaven with a prayer group beginning Tuesday. It is in short bites using a 365 devotional. I wish we could have started in January, but I am excited to walk through it with other intercessors. It's called "April Showers Bring May Flowers" with the Her Voice Movement. I'm not sure what our effort will encounter, but I love learning and growing. We will be studying the book of Daniel, and we will be following his example of prayer and praying multiple times a day. 

Tonight I also attended the evening service at Jesus Image. Prior to Michael teaching in the morning service, he said "It feels like heaven here. Isn't that wonderful?!" I can feel the presence of the Lord even here in my room. Tonight was the same. The worship lifted us to the throne room of God. The speaker was Sister Nechama of the Evangelical Sisterhood of Mary, and she spoke from her heart on how the gift of repentance opens eyes to see the suffering of the Father and Jesus on the cross dying for our sins. She spoke about how God's heart hurts when people do not accept His love and seeing His Son endure the suffering on the cross. It must have broken His heart to see His Son taking the sins of the world onto His shoulders, yet God had to turn away, because He is holy. 

Sister Nechama also shared about the modern day martyrs of our faith mentioning those who recently died in the Congo and a detailed account of some of the hostages released from Hamas torture recently. She shared the testimonies of some who shared that they survived the day to day torment by choosing the path of faith in one way or another. Some had not even been believers in God or even in the synagogue, yet they had divine encounters that helped them endure, so they could come back and tell others. I am so grateful that someone cares so much for my dear family in Israel.

My day was full, and the attack from the enemy came again, but I remain standing strong. I'm not sure why I seem to bother the enemy so much, but I imagine it's better me than someone else. I thank God for the gift of repentance and for His great love. Learn to spend time waiting for Him to speak, to talk friend to Friend. We miss so much when we try to do it alone.

Shalom.

Day 88 The Father is Waiting

 

3/29/2025

 

Many years ago when the Covid plague hit the country, followed by mandates, fear, and ultimate chaos, my thought was "as in the days of Noah." Each time something new happened, and I saw very little response from the church, my thoughts were the same. Each time something else happened, like clockwork I might add, my response, now a lament would be the same. Over the last year and a half, since Israel was so maliciously attacked, and the church seemingly unconcerned, I have sought the Lord on behalf of the church even more. Everyone is so quick to quote 2 Chronicles 7:14, but they do not read with understanding that this means the church, beginning with the individual, intercessor standing in the gap, repenting first for one's own sins, then the sins of the others for whom they stand in identification with the sins, as did Daniel. Moses was an example of a mediator and an intercessor, as was Abraham when he tried to spare Sodom and Gomorrah if ten righteous men were found. Sadly, there were only three, as Lot's wife, turned around and looked back at the city, against the warning of the Angel of the Lord. How many times do we look back?!

The signs of the time are all around us, yet many still do not see. Many times in scripture, God blinded the eyes of the people and stopped their ears from hearing, because He knew the hardness of their hearts.  Jesus even told His disciples that the parables would be explained to them, but others would not understand. God's ways are higher, and we do not always understand. Actually, I am beginning to wonder how many who say they know a thing or two truly understand. Paul said we see in part and understand in part, but when we are face to face with our Savior, then we will understand. Even His disciples did not understand until after His resurrection when He met them in Galilee. But this I know. The word of the Lord is very clear about repentance and forgiveness.

Today, following our worship at Jacob's Tent, the Lord spoke a prophetic word through one of the lady's present in the service. In brief, God was saying to them what I have also prayed about in every church I have attended except one online church. The warning spoken was first to humble themselves and not put God in a box according to their order of service, and not to put a hold on the work of Holy Spirit. I  have written about this before. We have our agendas - worship, singing a few songs, then on to the next thing on the bulletin. While that is not the way it is at Jacob's Tent, as they always try to be sensitive to the move of Holy Spirit, this message was for another purpose. Tears flowed from the eyes of the one speaking this message in obedience to the word of the Lord, her heart yielded. Our shepherd confirmed the word and worship continued, with many on their knees before the Lord, singing and praising. Then they were led into a time of repentance, seeking the Lord for any offenses against the Lord or another that needed to be forgiven before the gifts could be brought to the altar, which is scriptural. It was a beautiful time, and I searched my heart, as I do numerous times daily, because we do not want anything standing between us and the Lord. A sermon was not given, as this time of repentance and asking forgiveness continued. Then our shepherd began to ask forgiveness from others, beginning with someone in the family, who was not present, but who may have been listening online. My heart overflowed with joy. This has been a prayer of mine for a long, long time, and I pray that forgiveness is received and fellowship restored. What a beautiful worship service. This is so needed in the church at large, but I believe that God is moving on hearts. I have a close friend who attends church in North Carolina, whose pastor is sensitive to the move of Holy Spirit, and he says many times the service is spent at the altar, seeking God for answers to prayer and healing. I look forward to visiting this church in the near future.

Revival is happening in certain churches, especially in California, and young people are running to the special events being held, and God is saving young people, delivering older people, healing, restoring, and I believe there is going to be an explosion of love and power spreading across America and the world in greater numbers than the Jesus Revolution in the 70's, as many young people respond to the call of God to evangelize. I am so blessed to be part of evangelism in America and across the globe. If God can use an older donkey like me, He can use anybody. Now is the time to answer the call of God in fulfilling the great commission, the mandate Jesus gave His disciples in Matthew 28:

"Then the eleven disciples went away into Galilee, to the

mountain which Jesus had appointed for them. When they saw Him, 

they worshiped Him; but some doubted. And Jesus came and spoke

to them, saying, 'All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth.

Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the

name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them

to observe all things that I have commanded you, and lo, I am with you

always, even to the end of the age.' Amen."

Matthew 28:16-20

Today I read this in my 60 Days of Prayer:

Surrender to Divine Timing

"When faced with delays or challenges, have faith that waiting with patience and humility will lead to renewed strength and growth. Embrace this moment of pause as an opportunity to align your will with His, knowing His timing is perfect and His ways are higher than yours." 

And the prayer:

"Heavenly Father, grant those feeling suspended in uncertainty the strength to trust in Your timing and wisdom."

God has given each of us gifts and callings. We each were born for a purpose, the greatest purpose is fulfilling His will which is to love Him with all  our hearts and our neighbors as ourselves. God longs for relationship with us. The Body of Christ, the Bride of Christ, the church has many members, as an individual has many parts, each one dependent on the others, functioning perfectly as God created us to do. This is how the gifts of the Spirit work together, each member working together. Now is the time to walk in the work He has called and equipped you to do. His hand is extending, and He's waiting for you. 

 

Day 87 Defeating the Darkness

 

3/28/2025 

Your word is a lamp for my feet,

a light on my path.

Psalm 119:105

 

Life is clouded in shadows within the darkness of the soul. Only in the presence of light can there be a shadow. Our hope is found in the light, in the presence of the Light, Jesus. Confusion, doubt, anger, and many mixed emotions can extinguish the light. Thankfully, we have the Word of God to be that lamp unto our feet to light out path.

Today was the initial showing of The Chosen, Season 5, Part 1 of The Lord's Supper. Beginning to end there was a shroud of darkness mingled into happy times as Jesus enters into the temple court area of Jerusalem through the sheep gate. He was riding a donkey, prophesied by Zechariah, so his presence was undeniable. The episode replays parts in the last episode of Season 4 and in the trailers, so I don't think I need a spoiler alert. Most everyone I know really is not as interested in the series as I am. There are so many mixed reviews. There's always a critic in every crowd. But, for me, although there are scenes not described in the Bible, it is a television series meant as entertainment and ministry. I know my Bible pretty well, so I can understand some of the changes for effect; however, the Bible says we see in part and know in part, so who's to say what is not accurate. Also, Dallas takes great pains to consult with a Christian, a Catholic, and a Jewish Rabbi to insure he is within the scope of Bible accuracy. Personally, watching the characters in their very elemental humanity, they give me a credible view of how the disciples lived. Also, Jonathan Roumie's portrayal of Jesus is believable, even when he loses his temper. Jesus as man and God. But, I'll leave it up to the audience to make their own determination. 

After the movie we took a stroll through the mall, so we could stop by the new Christian coffee house, Legacy Coffee+Cream being served by two young Christians men. We had a tour and great conversation with Robert who works there, who will be attending Liberty University when he graduates from high school. He is leading a large group of students in Bible study each week in a large room that is available to rent for events. They also have blackboards for prayer requests to be posted by patrons. It does my heart good to see young people teaching the word to so many others. Robert is only 17 years old! Think what his life will be at Liberty. It is my understanding that the coffee house is run by a local church in Colonial Heights. I wish we had more churches interested in doing this type of ministry in the community. I know that I'll be back to enjoy the coffee and pastries, plus it has adequate tables for kids and older kids to mingle, enjoy their brew, and share the love of Christ.

Sadly, when I got home, I checked my emails for prayer points, and I saw the news of the 7.7 earthquake in Myanmar. The death toll has been mounting, as Israel and nations are sending teams to assist. We prayed this morning for those who are under the rubble, trapped, or dead. I pray that Jesus will manifest Himself as they cry out to Him. It seems as if the birth pangs spoken of in prophecy are getting closer, and it is breaking my heart to hear of tragedy all over the world. I know that many opinions are being fomented against our government, and that is a tragedy in itself. Four years ago at election time, God gave this nation what we deserved, and as a result, lawlessness, hatred, murder, chaos, as well as other degradation occurred. When God is removed from government and even the church, tragedy results. This time, God had mercy on America, because we prayed and called the nation to repentance. I am so grateful to my Abba Father for hearing our cries for mercy and deliverance. Sadly, there are many, including those in the church, whose eyes are blinded from the truth, as Jesus said would happen, so they are joining in with those in opposition who are causing people to panic before anything happens. Also, there are many running to stop anything that will help right the wrongs already done. It is so obvious to me that God has His hand on this nation and on Israel. I pray for the church to awaken.

This morning as I listened to Jack Hibbs short morning prayer time on Facebook, I was so excited to hear that every Saturday afternoon he hosts a men's meeting to teach them spiritual masculinity and how it applies to their lives today. I hope I explained that correctly, but the group is a discipleship meeting for men only to help them learn to be men of God in their homes, businesses, every day life with families and friends and in the community at large. We need this in every church for every age group, because there are men who are seniors in age who obviously never had anyone take them under their wings, so they could pass it along to their sons. Pastor Jack said that these meetings have been going on for four years. My cup runs over!

Ramadan is ending soon, so additional prayer continues for our Muslim friends to come to the knowledge of Christ. The only hope we have is in Jesus Christ, as He is the Author and Finisher of our faith. The needs are many, the harvest is great, and the workers are few. May we continue to work while there is light in this world.

Day 86 My Heart is Steadfast

3/27/2025

 And a highway will be there; it will be called Way of Holiness; 

it will be for those who walk on that Way. The unclean will not journey on it; 

wicked fools will not go about on it.

Isaiah 35:8

 

My heart was bursting with joy as I read the above verse from Isaiah, as it speaks of the future glory of Zion, when the children of Israel are regathered. What a day of rejoicing that will be. It also relates to those who belong to God through faith in Jesus Christ as Messiah, and I do dream of this highway where there is peace and harmony after such a long time of sadness and chaos experienced along the way of my faith journey and daily experiences. I remember David's prayer for safety in Psalm 57 when he was hiding from Saul in the cave of Adullam. David often began his psalms of prayer pleading with or questioning God, then he always praises God for His mercy and grace, reminding Him of His faithfulness. After he laments his situation, as Saul was hounding him at every turn, trying to kill him, David ended the psalm:

My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast; I will sing and

give praise. Awake, my glory! Awake, lute and harp! I will awaken the dawn.

I will praise You, O Lord, among the peoples; I will sing to You among the nations. 

For Your mercy reaches unto the heavens, and Your truth unto the clouds. 

Be exalted, O God, above the heavens; Let Your glory be above all the earth. 

Psalm 57:7-11

  

This psalm reminds me to keep my focus on the Lord, regardless of what is happening in the natural. I was thinking of our President just now when David tells God: "They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down; they have dug a pit before me; into the midst of it they themselves have fallen." Selah. This word "selah" means to think about or meditate on what I've just said. Pause. I think this is an appropriate one for our President in light of all the controversy surrounding every step he takes. Again, I must say, God is merciful to us, and we as a people do not deserve it. How long, O Lord, until the eyes of the blind shall see, and the heart of stone is turned to flesh?! That's my daily cry to Abba. No, to the Lord  of Heaven's Armies, Adonai Tseva'ot. When will they see?!

Tomorrow I am going with a couple of friends to the movie theater to see Part One of Season 5 of The Chosen. I am anxious to see what happens next, or rather, how what happens next is portrayed by Dallas Jenkins, producer of the series. Some pastors and other leaders do not like it, as they feel it is not Biblical. If he made a series based on the little written about in the Bible, perhaps, there might not be as much clarity as to how things may have happened. John says that the world could not contain the books if Jesus wrote about His entire life. And we are told more than once that we know in part and see in part. Dallas has worked with a Jewish Rabbi, a Catholic leader, and a Christian Pastor when writing new material. For myself, I feel that he has done a very admirable job, so we pray and ask God what He thinks. That's what I do, and He always answers. I feel that the actor who plays the part of Jesus, Jonathan Roumie, does a believable job. When I consider the personality of Jesus, he seems closest to any other actors. I even asked Jesus what He thought about Jonathan. One day we'll know. 

I had a low spot to my day. We had a visitor stop by unexpectedly. Someone I know, a young person, who has taken the wrong path in life. It saddens me to see what is happening to our world and in homes of professing Christians. The enemy is subtle, and compromise is part of his snare. I had to make some tough decisions in my life, but thankfully I did not compromise the word of God. I've done enough wrong, so I pray repentance prayers daily, as we are so vulnerable to the enemy's tricks. Anyone who thinks otherwise may get surprised, although I hope not. Children need to see consistency and transparency. So glad that our government has decided that's important.

Shabbat Shalom, dear friends.

 

 

 

 

Day 85 Arise and Shine

3/26/2025

Truth is a beautiful thing. God's truth rolling off the tongues of men and women who love the Word of God, and who are eager to share the nuggets of gold found within the pages of the Book of Life. What a joy, what a privilege to call Him LORD. 

Tonight I received an email inviting me to the Wednesday night service at Calvary Chapel Pastored by Jack Hibbs, whose special guest tonight was Charlie Kirk who co-founded Turning Point USA in 2012 with Bill Montgomery. Charlie goes all over America speaking to the young people at high school campuses and colleges, empowering them to seek truth in government based on Biblical principles. This is only a brief description of the ministry in which God has placed this young man, but he is catching the  attention of the young people many say are lost, but in fact, they are hungry for the unfiltered truth, especially the Biblical truth about lifestyles and ideas contrary to God's clear word. His crowds are huge and growing larger, and all he does is tell the uncompromising truth. These kids won't go to church, because they see the duplicity and hear opinions rather than truth, or they hear that God loves them just as they are. Which actually He does, but when we accept Christ as Lord and Savior, we are expected to change and follow His way of living. So much wrong has been spoken, demonstrated, made law, and preached that only confuses the young minds, as well the older ones. Charlie just tells it as it is. 

I admire his bravery, his dedication, and his service first to God and to all who attend his meetings and walk away enlightened and transformed by the renewing of their minds. Pastor Jack said that churches need revival, so they can be awakened. Then the people are awakened and transformed. Pastor Jack spoke of the Jesus Revolution, when Chuck Smith had a church full of young hippies hungry for truth. If you haven't seen the movie, Jesus Revolution, it is about this revival in the 70's that rocked the nation and spread across the world. Pastor Greg Laurie, who was part of this story, always says we need another one, led by the youth desiring truth and life that is found not in things this world has to offer, but it is only found in a relationship with Jesus Christ. An awakening powered by Holy Spirit.

I posted the meeting on my Facebook page, so please click on it or go to Real Life. It's a great discussion, and the house was packed! If I lived in California, I would have been there. I thank God for computers and online streaming! I can hardly wait to share with my group tomorrow night. I have a small group of ladies who listen to Pastor Greg Laurie's Harvest Ministries messages each week, then we discuss them on Thursday evenings. We also have additional resources available that I recommend for more in depth study as well as making friends, discussing the message, and signing up for Bible studies. It's a great addition to the small group meeting. So that's my plug for Pastor Greg!! The Lord hijacked me into hosting this group when Covid broke out, but that's another story, and a good one.

As great as online messages and podcasts and other resources are, nothing takes the place of in person church attendance. God tells us so in scripture not to forsake the assembling of ourselves together. So if you're not attending a church, look for one that teaches the Bible page by page, book by book, line by line. We enter His gates with thanksgiving in our hearts, and into His courts with praise. Worship is a time of surrendering to the power of Holy Spirit drawing us up into the presence of God, and it opens our hearts receive the message spoken in His Word. Discipleship is necessary to further teach, train, and walk beside new believers, children, and even seasoned adults. We are continually growing. Jesus said the church should be a house of prayer. I would love to see more 24/7 prayer ministries, but it is also available online, so don't miss out. I believe, and I learn from scripture that what is happening in the world is important as it relates to all life. Jesus is coming back for His church, His Bride, and we must be ready. Israel is key to all things, because the Jewish people are God's chosen people. And we, who have received God's gift of grace through faith in Jesus have been grafted in to the vine by Jesus, and we also share the covenant with the Jewish people. Please read Romans 11 for greater clarity, as Paul shares this important word. The first church is described in the book of Acts, and this is the way it should be today. I believe, and it was mentioned tonight in the meeting, that if the church rose to its proper place doing what God said it should do, then homelessness and poverty would not exist. 

These are exciting times, and God has chosen each of us to be a part of His Kingdom at this time. Let's be ready for Christ's imminent return, as it could be any time now. Come, Lord Jesus, come.

Day 84 Shepherd Lead Me

3/25/2025

 

On Tuesday mornings I love to join the Kehilat HaCarmel Worship Watch from Mount Carmel in Israel. I look forward to connecting with other intercessors, standing on the wall praying for government leaders in Israel and elsewhere, the safety and welfare of the IDF soldiers and Israel's allies, and the hostages and their families. I feel more connected with Israel here in this little group, as well as with the Embassy calls that follow (ICEJ). As watchmen we do so according to scripture: 

Isaiah 62:6-7

 I have set watchmen on your walls, O Jerusalem;
They shall never hold their peace day or night.
You who make mention of the Lord, do not keep silent, 

 And give Him no rest till He establishes
And till He makes Jerusalem a praise in the earth.

 

 

The war is not just in Israel, but the nation is surrounded by countries who are against Israel, but the aggression is in many countries as antisemitism grows in Europe, America and elsewhere. The greater threat comes from public media posting false information, causing the heat to rise, and giving the enemy of our souls great joy seeing the chaos, mayhem, and tragic turmoil hate releases. The enemy uses the weak minded who are so obsessed by his suggestions that they cannot see the blatantly obvious truth staring them in the face. Do people who think they are free, enjoy the enemy manipulating their minds? He makes men slaves to his one cause - to destroy anyone who loves God and serves Him. Pastors and churches are under the spell and have conflicting views of what they can say or do. One is under the opinion that "politics" does not belong in the church, yet if they carefully read their Bibles, they would see the truth of who Jesus Christ is, that the government indeed is upon His shoulders, His business, therefore, our business as His representatives on this earth, the Body of Christ. Even in the book of Acts when Herod told Peter not to mention Jesus' name, Peter did. He said he would not deny his LORD. Obedience to God is more important than following the lambs to the slaughter. All things should be done decently and in order, but how is one to do so if they have no guidance. Romans 10:14-15:

"How then shall they call on Him in whom they have not believed? And how shall they believe in Him of whom they have not heard? And how shall they hear without a preacher? And how shall they preach unless they are sent? As it is written:

'How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the gospel of peace,
Who bring glad tidings of good things!'"

Now these scriptures may or may not be relevant to the above point, but as Christians we are either being taught, therefore, learning and growing, or we are still drinking milk. Paul spoke about that in Corinthians. The end point is that the whole counsel of the word is not taught, and we have a generation of young people hungry for the truth. Many older ones have long been undernourished.

Sometimes I think I am too passionate about following Jesus, but how can that be? Are we not supposed to surrender our lives to follow Him? Are we not to be transformed by Him, rather than conform to the world? Can't we have fun at church praising, worshiping, laying hands on the sick, enjoying the fellowship of believers, and lingering in His presence. Imagine a Sunday service where Holy Spirit is so welcomed, and He takes over, and people remain face down, sobbing, repenting, being saved, healed, and delivered. A message is never preached by the pastor, because he's right there on the floor with everyone else! 

I've said it before, but I love to watch the children dancing at Jacob's Tent and repeating the Shema, the scriptures. It is heavenly. And these children are persecuted, because they go to church on Saturday. When I was a kid, as long as I had a ride, I was at church every time the doors were open. Even as an adult I did the same, until things changed once we moved to New Mexico. Even then I attempted to maintain my attendance, but it was never the same. I did muster some excitement teaching children and some hungry ladies once upon a time back then, and I continue to this day. Imagine if our joy of being in the presence of God each time the church doors were open, spilling over into our homes and businesses, and every where we went we got the attention of others. I've been accused of being different, meaning the love of Christ being seen and felt in me and through me, and I praise God for that difference which I owe to Him alone for saving me from my sinful nature and setting me on the solid rock on Whom I stand. My Jesus. My Savior. My Lord. But if we are hiding ourselves, who will see Jesus? Our Shepherd leads us and protects us. We are His flock, and we have to do better. We have to tell others. We have to show others that He lives in us! We must come out from among the world and be a holy people. Starting now.

Day 83 Contemplating Life

 

3/24/2025

 

Getting to know someone, really know them well, is a process, sometimes a life-long pursuit. When I lived in New Mexico I had two really close friends, both married, who took care of this ole spinster whether I needed it or not. We'd get together monthly, meeting at one of our favorite restaurants, and we'd spend almost the entire afternoon eating and chatting. How I miss those days! And the food, especially the food. I used to bug one of them, because she was constantly looking at her cell phone. I'm glad I'm not attached to my phone that much. Not even now. I forget about it, so if someone texts me to see if I'm available for a chat, it may be hours before I see it. Then I feel guilty when I don't receive a text back. I guess they had to move on to something else, or hopefully, someone else, a better friend than I am. I have an active life, so no one wants to bother me, because they don't know my schedule. So, I've told friends who say that to me to just call, and I'll pick up if I can, and if not, I will get back to them as soon as I can. Many times I can't pick up, but I do pay attention to phone calls more so than texts. Those little alerts, ding-ding-dings, are so annoying. I don't like group texts either (several repeated ding-ding-dings!) or group emails. What ever happened to picking up the phone and calling a body. I love my lap top, and I am very computer savvy, but I still like snail mail and phone calls. Better than that, I enjoy in person visits. Remember, I'm ancient, or, as I prefer, "old school!" I even use a pencil and paper!

Today, I've spent the majority of the day washing clothes and bed linens. I also threw in a couple of throw pillows and a pillow blanket. I had intended on vacuuming, but the day got by me, plus I made a homemade chicken and rice soup with green chili! I love green chili, which reminds me that I need to order my annual supply. When I plan my trip to New Mexico in a couple of months I won't be driving, so I won't be able to load up my car with green chili or big sacks of pinto beans. They are the best souvenirs one could purchase. I make due here in Virginia, because I am able to order whatever I need. Only thing is that it is way expensive, so I want to savor every bite. Since my son prefers the excess heat of the jalapenos that I planted and froze, my green chili supply is lasting a bit longer. I hiccup if chili is too hot for me, plus it's not enjoyable as the good burn.

Trying to ensure my blogs read well, I generally wait the next day to launch one, just in case I've a misspelled word, which I blame on spell check, as it has proven to be most unreliable. Also, I have to make sure that I haven't gone too badly off the deep end. I tend to have different ideas, and my focus is on Israel and prayer. I do have plans to go to the movie theater to see Part 1 of The Last Supper, Season 5 of The Chosen. I always book my seats, but normally, there are very few in attendance. I can't figure that one out, as the series has been so good, and it gives me things to think about, ask Jesus about, too. Of course He's right there with me, so my thoughts are heard by Him. I started watching The House of David, but I'm not certain what I think of it yet, except there's a lot of death and some witchcraft scenes that are bizarre. It does add some mysteries to the scriptures. Pastor Greg seems to enjoy it, so I'm giving it a chance. I understand that it's a series, like The Chosen, so they have to take theatrical liberty I suppose. I have always loved movies, but I've not had time for it, and it's not my first choice for what I can do with free time. Like I said, I'm a bit different.

Hopefully, this blog will fly. I'm trying to write, Lord, even if poorly. Enough musing. Shalom.

 

Day 82 Blessed Assurance

3/23/2025

 

I'm having another one of those days, even though the day is well spent and bedtime is close. Or maybe not since I have a tendency to linger in the evenings until I am literally falling over. Then I steel myself and hold tightly onto the rail and wall as I descend the basement stairs for my evening exercise with an episode of Alf as my companion. Daniel has been long in bed, as he loves to roost with the chickens. I've been lounging away the afternoon again, after a scrumptious meal of gluten free pizza and a few sips of Dr. Pepper. It's Sunday evening, and I've missed a few meetings, but I had hoped to spend a little time with my daughter. I had some things I wanted to share, but she had other plans, I guess. 

Since I've been blogging, I've been visiting Pinterest for headers. I haven't taken the time to post on my boards for a few years, except for a couple of times, although I receive regular emails to entice me to log on and play. I do have a good eye, and anyone so inclined, is invited to check out my boards. I've been meaning to check them out myself, as I think someone has put group boards on the site without asking. Is that possible? As long as it's nothing bad, I guess it's okay. I'm not glitzy, so that may not be good, but then, maybe a little "glitz" may be good for me. I have grown accustomed to my ways.

Before group prayer this morning, I found myself curled up in Abba's lap again. I finished the short devotional I was doing with a friend on YouVersion this morning. I had forgotten that it was a short version of John Bevere's book, God, Where Are You? that has captured my interest and made me want to read the book. He's talking about the wilderness experience, and he shares a bit of his early ministry days up to the time God sends him to the nations. His story reminds me somewhat of my call, but his wife was supportive and involved, as a couple should be. For a split second I journeyed back into my past, but I quickly put it aside. It doesn't do a bit of good to think about what could have been. But the closer I get to my birthday, I am reminded of the fact that I am still kind of  "stuck!" I feel strangely that there's yet something left for me to do. Abba does say He's doing something new, or am I only dreaming?!

Music plays a huge part in my in my life, and worship is so important to my daily quiet time. The hymns and songs are within my heart, so I don't really need to turn on the music. I sing in the shower, too, and those songs come from Holy Spirit. Anyone who hears me must wonder what I am saying. Once my neighbor said she heard me singing. She said I sang well, so I asked her what language I was singing - English, Hebrew, Spanish, or otherworldly. I love the latter. I'd rather have His songs than mine. Music is a source of encouragement and supernatural strength, strength I need many days in order to face what may come. Tomorrow's Monday, and I used to paint doll faces with a group of ladies who meet each week to work on dolls for missionaries, Dolls on Mission. I used to love going, and during the week, I'd paint at home. Something happened when we broke for the holidays, and I haven't gone back yet. Each Monday I plan to go, but something inside of me can't force myself to do it. I had been sick off and on with my annual upper respiratory irritation, but it seems to return, and my strength has been zapped. There are other underlying circumstances, I realize, but I cannot seem to put my finger on the cause. Just the effect. So maybe I am in Bevere's version of a wilderness experience.

I'm listening to music as I punch out these words on my keyboard. Spontaneous worship is on by a group called WorshipMob. The song, "I Will Make Room for You." It's one of my favorites, and the jest of it is making God my priority, while moving anything else that may taken His place out of the way. Yep, that's definitely my heart cry. I will make room for Him. Remember, I love to climb up into His lap, and just sit a spell. I'm never too old to be with Him, and it's time I love. I had gotten so used to living alone, talking with Abba out loud and often, that my son thought I was talking to him...or myself. After noticing his puzzled expression, I asked him about it, so I explained. I think he had figured it out, because he grew up seeing me with a headset on dancing around the house, singing when he was growing up. I'm glad some things haven't changed for me.

I took a little breather while I listened to some worship music, before I continued this blog. I also picked up Abide in the Secret Place by Andrew Murray. He was commenting on the fact that we do not understand what a privilege it is to be able to come into the presence of a holy God and linger. The inexpressible power and honor of sharing this relationship with the Almighty God of Heaven and earth. This is the blessing I have, because I have had so much time to bow in His presence or just be in the room with Him, His ear listening to anything I say, whether it makes sense or not. He hears me, and He understands. And this relationship is available to anyone who wants to draw close to Him. Whenever I feel overwhelmed, without friends to share, I have my Abba, my Holy Father, who is only a heart cry away. And yet, not even that far, because Holy Spirit dwells within me.What a blessed assurance of His love and power in my life. It's worth everything, and it's available to all who call on Him with an open heart.

 

Day 81 A New Thing

3/22/2025

 

It seems as if each day God is giving me confirmation about the new thing He is doing in my life or about to do. Abraham believed God for the promise He made to him, but it took 25 years for it to come to fruition; then, Abraham was given a test to see if he'd give his son to God, and Abraham passed the test. There are so many stories about waiting, trudging through the wilderness, thirsting for water. Today began with my a portion of my favorite scripture, Isaiah 43:19: "See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland." This scripture promises a time of refreshing, and the water in the wilderness represents the streams of living water flowing through our dry, wasted carcasses when we pass through the times of spiritual dryness and stagnant waters in our lives. The water of life, Jesus, brings us new beginnings and nourishes our dry and weary bones, rejuvenating our souls.

As always my eyes light up when the music plays. Worship ushers in more of the presence of God as I wait, listen, and breathe a sigh of relief and understanding when He speaks to me. I feel the music He brings, and I sing! Thinking back to yesterday evening, the words, "Spring up, O well, into my soul! Spring up, O well, and make me whole, Spring up, O well, and give to me, that life abundantly." The song begins with: "I've got a river of life flowing out of me. Makes the lame to walk and the blind to see. Opens prison doors, sets the captives free. I've got a river of life flowing out of me." Now how great is that?!

Last night I was privileged to spend some quality time listening and sharing with a dear sister in the Lord, who, like me, has a hard time articulating the words she wants to say. Fortunately, we share so much in common, that without having to say much, we understand each other, and we can pray. I had to ask her forgiveness today, however, because when we get to swapping concerns, some words needed to be said or tears needing to be shed, may not have been. I never want to stop the flow when God has a purpose for all things. After our call ended last night, I asked Abba if I had talked too much. Whereas He did not say I had or that I had not afforded her enough freedom to share, I still felt I should write her a note asking her to forgive me, if in any unintentional way, I had not given her sway. It's important to share, but many times, the best thing is to listen. While I couldn't give a hug over the phone, I hope my love and support were sufficient.

Tonight, my daughter and I shared another movie, called "The Healing Garden." It was about a man who lost his wife to cancer, lost his home due to hospitals bills, and lost his truck for the same reason. He moved into a trailer park where he met many disgruntled people, mostly older ones whose lives were hither and yon. The man enlisted the assistance of a little girl in the neighborhood in planting a healing garden, in the tradition of his deceased wife. The story is one of healing, and I recommend it to all.

At that I end this edition, my timeless story, or so it goes. Rest well, share the hope within in you, and give God the glory due His Name. Shalom.

Day 80 Does It Matter

 

3/21/2025

 

It's Friday evening, and my Shabbat began with Shabbat in Your Home, the weekly worship and sharing time I spend, along with a host of others, with Paul Wilbur and his family on Friday evenings as a jump-start to our Sabbath rest. It's a special time of communion and fellowship, and anyone can drop in at 6 pm ET every Friday on YouTube, so consider yourself invited. This week we had a special guest from the Zimbabwe reporting on drilling water wells for the Lemba Tribe, a Messianic Jewish tribe. Imagine having to look for water daily for all the purposes water is used. They also have animals to water, and it doesn't rain much at this time of year. Over the last two years 20 new wells have been dug, and the entire community where each well is dug benefits. The wells are dug near schools, so the children can spend the time in school, rather than having to walk miles to locate a source of water. Even then, the water is not fit to drink. This is one of the life-saving ministries this family and their supporters helps.

The Torah portion this week is in Exodus 35:1 - 38:20, and Moses is going over the commands that God has given which includes keeping the Sabbath day holy. I googled how many times in the Bible God said this command, and the result was 172 times in the Old Testament, so I think we need to sit up and listen. As a Christian, I still attend services in person on Sunday, plus I have been keeping the Sabbath on Saturday for quite a while. As I've mentioned before, I was raised during the time when Blue Laws were in existence, where businesses were closed on Sunday. So I learned to honor the day. My family also used to attend church services, and my mama made it a point to be there every time the doors were open. 

Saturdays have always been times when I enjoyed staying home and just watching movies, visiting friends and family, or relaxing, especially when I worked so hard at my job. I used to tell my boss that I did not work on the weekend, if they wanted a special project completed. They seemed to understand, so they found someone else, or they allowed me to adjust my weekly schedule. My work ethics were always set high, so my work was always completed. At least that is one thing I can feel good about, and I owe that to my Christian upbringing. The scripture says to do everything as unto the Lord. I remember there were many times that I cried out to the Lord about how I evaluated the need of a Medicaid client requesting services. I wanted to make sure that everything was done decently and unto the Lord. Do your job as unto the Lord, and He will honor your work. Additionally, Proverbs 16:7 says: "When a man's ways please the Lord, He makes even his enemies be at peace with him."  

Yesterday I shared that my daughter had provided valuable insight that helped with some feelings I have been experiencing. My devotional also helped, once I went back and re-read it and let it soak in. It was entitled "The Blessing of Opportunity," and it spoke of trusting God, even in the valley, and embracing a spirit of gratitude in all things and in all ways. I always try to look for the good things rather than the bad, keep a positive attitude rather than a sulkly one, as I have much more to be grateful to God for than most. He's had His faithful hand on my life since I was born, and I am certain that He had His hand on me way before that. My mama reminded that my birth was very hard on her, and she almost lost her life. I had the cord wrapped around my neck, so I imagine that didn't help her very much. Days were different in the cave man era, I keep telling myself. But I was blessed even then, although I was a sickly kid with immune system problems. Still here I am today, alive and kickin,' and I have God to thank and praise for my life. I just hope that I'll be able to share with others along the way. Life can be an amazing journey with our Lord the King. Many times I've wondered if my life really matters, and if I am making my parents proud. But my main desire is to bring glory and honor to my Father. This is what really matters, and this is why I live.

Day 79 As Little Children

3/20/2025 

 

The phone rang early this morning as I was tidying up for the day. Normally I don't answer the phone until I finish my morning quiet time. I was preparing to take my shower, and I was listening to Leviticus on my phone app, so I picked up. I am participating in a read through the Bible plan on YouVersion with a friend. I have already struggled through the book of Leviticus in my own personal reading, so hearing the rules and guidance for sinful things a second time, well, it is not something I rush to hear...again! Each year as I breeze through certain chapters, I have to ask Abba to forgive me, as I realize every word is important, but it is hard to hear or imagine that there is nothing new under the sun in the area of sinful living.

The phone call was from my daughter who wanted to share a short devotional with me, before I started my day. She has her own way of presenting things, and it brings a chuckle to my heart each time. She has inherited a few of my idiosyncrasies and creative antics. But if it helps, then I'm all for it. She was exhorting me about not taking care of myself by giving too much of my time to others. I do have a tendency to take on more that I can chew, but then, she is just as bad, if not worse. I grew up with mama quoting the saying "Children live what they learn,"  so at least my daughter learned to love Jesus and the Word of God and to help others. There's another saying in the word, "freely given, freely give." She's followed that path as well.

She was concerned about me, because I had a hard time yesterday sorting through some thoughts. I had gotten so wiped out from trying to comfort others, that it muddled my thoughts, making it difficult to express what I was thinking. It really wasn't a foggy brain sort of thing, just words and thoughts and the inability to express myself. As she prayed for me, she compared the act of walking with others, encouraging them spiritually, as a hike in the woods that becomes tiring, especially if one is not physically in the best shape to take on more difficult terrain. She prayed that I would carry two canteens of water with me, so I would not exhaust my own supply, but I would have sufficient living water for the other person. What a lovely way to say it. Today was a better day, and my quiet time and prayer call picked me up. I was able to climb into Abba's lap and stay awhile, at least until I sorted things out.

Our prayer call this morning was a real boost spiritually, because our CEO and his wife were on the call. Jurgen's wife, Vesna, sings so beautifully, and she speaks and sings with a sweet, comforting voice. I can't remember if she spoke or sang the words, but as she began to sing she said, "You take us into Your lap, Abba." I am so happy that she experiences God's presence, as I do. It's like a little child relaxing in their Abba's lap, finding strength for the day. So that was the start of a better day for me.

The song, "Come Lord Jesus, Come" was playing softly in the background as I began to read my devotional. I had picked up Abide in the Secret Place, by Andrew Murray to the chapter on "The Knowledge of God." Murray says this knowledge is eternal life. experiential knowledge. "Just as the rays of the sun on a cold winter's day warm the body, imparting its heat to us, so the living God sheds the lifegiving rays of His holiness and love into the heart of one who waits on Him." He goes on to explain how seldom we learn to draw near to God, because we have not been taught to develop the practice of waiting before God in silence, so that He can reveal Himself to us. I have noticed that it is the same with worship services, as three to five songs are sung to invite His presence, but once sung, the service goes to the next phase without truly waiting in His presence. Learning to remain silent before Him opens the way to hear His voice:

"Just as the sun rising each morning is the pledge of light throughout the day, so the quiet time of waiting upon God, yielding ourselves for Him to shine on us, will be the pledge of His presence and His power abiding with us all day long. Be sure that the Sun has risen upon your soul." 

Perhaps this is why God tells us to come as little children, who love to climb up in their daddy's lap, or like Mary of Bethany, learn to sit at Jesus' feet as He is teaching. For me ushering in His presence requires very little effort. Once I open the word, or turn on the worship music that truly acknowledges His holiness, His mercy, grace and welcomes His presence, my soul is at rest, and I can function in peace and clarity. How I wish that all would come to know that God is with us daily, not just a Name to call upon Sunday mornings. When He said He would send the Comforter, in the person of Holy Spirit, who would never leave us, He meant it. Now if man would only awaken to the truth and walk in His light and power. Imagine the change in our lives and the world.

Day 78 No Retreat

 

3/19/2025

 

Another good nights sleep, but once again, I woke up with a type of fog hanging over me, stronger than yesterday, but deeper. This morning the news from Israel was devastating, but nothing I did not know was eventually going to happen. Jesus said as much in John 16:33 when He said: "These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world."  In Matthew 24:3-14 He tells his disciples the signs of the times and the end of the age. In verse 8, He calls the signs, "birth pangs," and rightly so. I imagine my feelings this morning when I woke up were meant to discourage me, or to prepare me, depending on who's view, for what was to come once I turned on the computer for the daily brief. At least I realize where it comes from, and I can look to the Lord for my strength. It seems as if the birth pangs are getting closer, lasting longer, but there's something no quite right. So we wait, but we do not fear.

As I waited for the call, I began to remember people who impacted my life, family who struggled but who overcame great trials and some who muddled through. My sister and I are trying to get all our cousins together, because we're getting tired of seeing everyone at funerals. When we were growing up, we spent time together, and it forever knit us into a strong family. I want them to remember. Over the years, things change. We grow up, and some of us move away. I was gone for 35 years, and honestly I feel like a stranger being back here. As much as I love New Mexico, my mountains and aspens, and the snow, all my friends, moving home was necessary, and it may have saved my son's life. But it hasn't been easy, and I miss my friends. Two of my close friends and I used to go out regularly to eat. Each year we would go to the chili cook off  to benefit the soup kitchen. Since I left my friends don't see each other much. I feel responsible, as if I was the glue that held things together. Maybe, but so much has happened, and sadly things change. I don't like change.

I've always motivated people, helped them find ways to get things done, ideas for activities in the church and in the community. I used to have the gift of seeing potential in everything. But now, finding anyone who wants to put forth the effort is hard, and that's a shame. We're missing out on so much. I'm always trying to get people to dare to dream, and to dream big. I don't believe of giving up or in. But, truthfully, I've lost a little steam to keep this old engine going. I'm having problems chugging up the mountain, because the valley is dragging me back down into the desert. The sand is hot, and my feet are burning. The heat of the sun bearing down on my head causes a dizzying effect, and I become tired, and I want to quit. Why bother to try to go on. I can't depend on anyone. No one follows through, some never put forth the initial effort. But regardless of the "I don't want to" that wells up inside me, there is the other side that fights and refuses to give up. I'm not a quitter, and I don't want anyone else to give up either. 

I was listening to a favorite song this morning during my quiet time called The Narrow Way by Steffany Gretzinger. The lyrics are:

"Lead me, Lord, lead me
Keep me, oh, keep me
From wandering

 

Help me, Lord, help me
Teach me, oh, teach me
Your suffering

 

I will walk the narrow way
The only road that will lead to life
And I will stay the narrow way 

To see the face of the One I love

 

Lead me, Lord, lead me
Keep me, oh, keep me
From wandering

 

Help me, Lord, help me
Teach me, oh, teach me
Your suffering

 

And I will walk the narrow way
The only road that will lead to life
And I will stay the narrow way
To see the face of the One I love
The One I love

 

There is nothing in this life
Worth the cost of losing You
Is it even sacrifice if I trade the world for You?
You're the treasure, You're the Prize
Jesus, only You
Only You

 

There is nothing in this life
Worth the cost of losing You
Is it even sacrifice If I trade the world for You?
You're the Treasure, You're the Prize
Jesus, only You

 

So, I will walk the narrow way
The only road that will lead to life
And I will stay the narrow way
To see the face of the One I love
Yes, I will walk the narrow way
The only road that will lead to life
And I will stay the narrow way
To see the face of the One I love

 

The One I love
The One I love"

This song speaks my heart. I don't want to wander, because I am serious about this season of my life. I know God has His plan for my life. I'm just trying to catch up. Sometimes my friends and family have not understood my life, my choices. They know I love Jesus, and so do they, but they don't understand my obsession. It's always been there, never understood, but there is a small group of people, like Steffany who gets it. "There is nothing in this life worth the cost of losing You." So, I'll wait, and I'll take the days as they come, and I will walk the narrow way, the way that leads to life, and I won't be concerned with what I can't get done, I'll do what I can. Grateful for the chance.

Day 77 Little Things

3/18/2025

 

Lazy kitten days are here again, or so it seems with this little fella. Long nights and early mornings have become a way of life for me. No matter how hard I try I cannot seem to go to bed at a reasonable time, so I tend to fall asleep right in the middle of my morning reads. My mind has become so "cluttered" that I don't seem to get many things done it a day. Doctors want to explain it away, saying it is "old age," but I refuse to be labeled in that way. I've seen so many people buy into idea after they hit a certain chronological age. So, I am determined to remain young, even if it is only young at heart.

Today I finally motivated myself to pack up my Christmas memories and put the into the attic. It is getting hard to maneuver the small steps up to the attic while trying to tote a large plastic bin, but with the help of my son, we got it back upstairs. The attic holds many objects that take me back to younger days, some good, some bittersweet. Last night when I went to the basement to exercise, I had this overwhelming feeling of grief, missing my daddy. It didn't linger, but there are times I wish he was here just to hear his stories. I'm making every effort to writing a daily blog, but sometimes my inspiration is lost if I wait latter in the day to write. I guess that is what's called "writer's block." But, at least I am making the effort, so perhaps something good will eventually come from my obedience.

Reading has always been one of my favorite pastimes, but other than my Bible and devotional books, I seldom read a book just for fun. When I moved I gave away a ton of books that I wanted to re-read, but I had to give them away. I hope whoever found them at the Good Will, is enjoying them as much as I did. I am halfway through The Holiest of All by Andrew Murray; it is a study of the book of Hebrews, and it is  so rich and noteworthy that I highlight almost every word. I felt I needed to pull it off the shelf, and I am so grateful that I finally did. The Lord gave me lots of hints and shoves until I was obedient. Sometimes, I am slow on the uptake, but He's patient with me. Another thing to be grateful for.

My daughter recently placed a message on her telephone encouraging callers with scriptures, music, and an invitation to leave their prayer request. She made the message lighthearted, and I think it's good medicine for her as well. She gets many calls in a day from telemarketers, as do we all, so I hope one of them, or all of them, will listen to the message and receive strength for the day. It may seem like a small thing, but at least she is doing something to reach out to others and so fulfill the law of Christ. Plus, it lifts her spirit when someone leaves a message in return.

Why am I sharing these things? I dunno, perhaps it's just a way to think about my day, my life, and the little things that don't really hold water to many, but they are important to me. Small things, baby steps to some, but progress for me. Or perhaps a new beginning. I'm in a spiritual wilderness in some ways, as i am waiting for an answer. In the meantime, I being faithful in the little things, and that pleases my Father, I think. At least I'm not growing weary in well doing. So, for tomorrow, I have some more "little things" to accomplish, and before long, I'll tackle some larger ones. But now, it's time to rest up for tomorrow. Thank You, Lord, for today. May I serve You well all the days of my life.

 

Day 76 St Patrick's Day

 

3/17/2025

 

Today is St. Patrick's Day, and many people will be sporting green apparel in order to avoid a pinch, or so I'm told. I did put on my green t-shirt, so I could forego any shenanigans. My daughter and I celebrated from afar by watching some fun movies. Darby O'Gill and the Little People is one of my favorite movies, staring Sean Connery. It's probably not on the list of late greats, but I do enjoy it, and I even own the DVD. There's another one we didn't have time to watch called Leap Year, about a young lady who decides to propose to her boyfriend on leap year, which she heard is acceptable in the Irish culture. So, she flies to Ireland on a whim, as he is there on business, and she encounters a multitude of wrong turns and humorous situations. It is really a good movie. As I have mentioned before, my daughter and I, although we live roughly 2,000 miles apart, still continue to do things together and keep traditions in tact.

I read that the St. Patrick used the three leaf clover, or shamrock, to represent the trinity, God the Father, Jesus Christ the Son, and Holy Spirit. In my devotional, 60 Days of Prayer, it suggests that the unity of the trinity is demonstrated as the three leaves are supported on a single stem. It can also could represent faith, hope, and love. As the divine trinity supports us with infinite love and comfort, in the words of St Patrick, it represents "Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me." What a wonder tribute to our God and King! St. Patrick used this example as a tool of evangelism, and I can see why. Visual aids are very good in presenting the Gospel to children, but I have learned that it also holds the interest of adults.

St. Patrick was born in Britain according to an article I read, and his true name was  Magonus Saccatus Patricius. His grandfather was a priest, and his father was a deacon, amid a Roman influence; however, the area did not lose its Celtic influence. He was abducted and made an Irish slave for six years where he grew in the area of prayer. When he was released from his enslavement, he returned to Ireland as a missionary, having received the call for missions in his dreams:

"Patrick returned to Ireland as a missionary, whose main religious background was Roman. The story follows: Around the year 400, Patrick was born in Scotland. When Patrick was sixteen years old he was captured as a slave by the high king of Ireland. He was sold in Ireland and was taken to the North east of the country to herd sheep. During his six years of solitude he found a life of prayer and pledged his life to God. One night Patrick had a vision and he escaped from slavery and found his way home to his family.

Patrick studied religion for many years to become a priest and a missionary and at night he would hear in his dreams the call from the Irish. They called him to come and free them from paganism, “crying to thee, come hither and walk with us once more”. Finally Pope Celestine fulfilled Saint Patrick’s wish and ordained him as bishop to preach the word of God to the Celtic People. Saint Patrick then came back to Ireland to help teach the word of God. He helped to build churches and he baptised the pagans into Christianity, he also ordained bishops and priests but this did not come without difficulty.

As legend tells us of Saint Patrick lighting the Easter bonfire at Slane hill, it portraits some of the difficulty which Patrick had to face. On Easter night long ago it was forbidden to light any other fire in Ireland until after the lighting of the High King’s own bonfire. When the High King saw that Saint Patrick was lighting the fire he sent a warband to kill the Saint and quench the fire. But the fire could not be quenched and Saint Patrick and his followers passed the warriors in disguise of a herd of deer and they went onto defeat the royal druids at Tara in a contest of miracle working." 

https://www.livingshamrock.com/pages/shamrock-story

The link above continues the story of St. Patrick, a portion I shared above. It's always an adventure learning about holidays and the real truth behind the legends. St. Patrick's day doesn't have to be drinking and sporting, it can be a real feast of learning more about our neighbors. You can also make your memories just like my daughter and I are doing. Either way, it's a win!

Day 75 Masks

 

3/16/2025

 

The Feast of Purim, the story of Queen Esther in the Bible, the rescue of the Jewish nation, began on the evening of 3/14/2025, and it is continuing on into the weekend, as homes are still hosting parties. Children especially enjoy the festivities, and at this time in history, it's good that they can extend the fun over the weekend. It's a time of dressing up, playing games, acting out the story of Esther, and spending time with friends and families. I'm sure there is dancing in the streets, as Israelis love to dance, and it is quite Biblical as King David loved to play the timbrel and dance, kicking up his feet in laughter.

But the sadness lies behind the masks for many, as they wait for the release of their family members and friends. The planes still streak through the air, and the alerts sound off as everyone shuffles to safety in the bomb shelters. This is the way of life for Israel. The Messianic believers take the time to ensure the children are well provided for, and even the families of those who do not know Jesus as personal Savior, teach their children not to fear. I imagine that is even harder after what occurred in 2023, seeing the areas where posters and flowers and other items are marking the areas where loved ones died. This also is part of the scenic view of Israel that tourists will come to see. There are always memories.

When I lived in New Mexico, it was normal to see a "Descanso" along the roadway or in a field not far off the road, marking the area of rest of a loved one. Memories are preserved in different ways for different cultures, but it always does my heart good to see love and honor expressed by so many people. And in Israel's case, it is expressed by everyone living in the area. 

I heard someone ask why people loved Israel this morning. To me, it seems a strange question. I have never been to Israel except in my dreams and prayers, and I have traveled there through photos and even my daily interaction with ICEJ prayer calls and emails. And lovelier yet is joining Jacob's Tent each Shabbat, hearing the children sing the Shema and join in the Jewish dances to Jewish music. Even teenagers and older young men participate in the joy. It's a wonderful feeling to be part of a people who love each other and the God of Israel so much. My faith grows deeper and deeper enjoying the presence of God. When I do make it to Israel, in God's timing and not my own, I want to roll my sleeves up and help with the harvests. Or play with the kids, sing, dance, and give them big hugs. Or go visit the Holocaust survivors and hear their stories. I just want to love them. I love Israel, because God loves Israel and chose Israel and gave them His land to dwell in. Mostly I love Israel, because the God of Israel lives inside of me, so how could I not love anyone God loves in all the earth?!

I anxiously await the day when Jesus will place His feet on Mount Zion. When all of Israel will be saved, and it will, because God said it will. Come Lord Jesus, come!

Day 74 My Best Friend

3/15/2025

 

Let me introduce you to my Best Friend. He's been with me since I have been old enough to understand, and I've known His Name for a very long time. So, that little girl seated above beside Jesus is me. I've spoken about my closeness to my grandparents, and I've mentioned my safe places and favorite spot. Well, there's so much more to me, especially as relates to this little girl you see above. I never sat in the corner of a log cabin, although my perfect home, the one I've dreamed of having, is a quaint, little log cabin in the woods, nestled high in the mountains where I can see the stars and dream of my real home. There's a mountain stream, wild flowers, and a forest so thick and green. I'm visited by forest friends and night owls, and pesky raccoons, and there's always a fire glowing and a kettle on the stove.

Jesus has always been near me, even when I wasn't aware of His presence. He's the one who has His hand on me, steadying me as I learned to ride my bike or picked me up when I shinned my knees. And yes, He's sat with me so many times as a child, listening to my thoughts and fears, silly things to many, but He never criticized my tender heart. And now that I'm much older, in many ways, I am still that little girl sitting in the corner of my mind, seeking His presence, needing to hear His voice say things are going to be okay. I don't distrust His words to me, rather I need to just hear it again sometimes. Much as the disciples did when they couldn't understand what He was saying about going away. They didn't want Him to leave them. At first things were going so well back at the beginning for the followers of Jesus, but then the more He became known and gained recognition, the fire began to fall. That's the way it is with a child of God, sparks fly once the devil gets a talon into someone's flesh. O, why, Lord, can't they see?

The same is true today. So many people are blinded by what is happening in this world, but Jesus spoke about that too. He said there was coming a time when things would become very bad. I guess the disciples really didn't understand how anything could get worse. They were hoping the Savior would come and destroy the Romans, and they would be free. But, they misunderstood the scriptures, or actually, they were taught wrongly, or maybe that part wasn't taught by the leaders at the synagogue, as they are not taught in churches today. After all, who wants to hear bad news or about storms blowing in from the north?! We still have a way to go. No one wants to listen to Jesus, even when signs are all around us. This little girl sat at Jesus' feet, and she listened. Back then no one really understood either, and when she shared, she was criticized and judged, even when the truth was given in all the love a body can hold.

Why is it that parents don't want to believe their children? Why is it that no one takes the time to see within the heart of a young one? These really aren't questions, just my thoughts as I sit here this morning talking with my Best Friend. You see, He's never left me after all these years. Not true of so many in whom I placed my trust, but that's okay, because Jesus is still here with me. And truth be told, had I listened to Him back then, I could have spared myself a lot of hurt. You see, He's not a man, so He doesn't lie, but He will let you know the truth, not because He's cruel, but quite the opposite. The love of Jesus is the love of God our Father portrayed within the heart of Jesus, His Son. That's another thing the disciples didn't understand. They wanted Jesus to show them the Father, when He was standing right there in front of them. I don't get it, and I don't get it today all these years later. Why couldn't they recognize Him?

Jesus is coming back. Soon, I hope, but then there's a side of me that wants Him to wait a little longer. It's not for selfish reasons, unless it's selfish to want other people to wake up. So many people are asleep, walking around, doing just what they want to do. They think that because God loves them that it's okay to live contrary to God's rules, but that just isn't so. They think He understands, and He does, but not as they think. Living any way you choose, after being taught the scriptures, knowing what you're doing is wrong, trying to justify it, just because everyone else is doing it and patting you on the back, won't fly in the face of a Holy Father. He wants the best for us. I've had to learn that the hard way, the times when I wasn't paying attention to what my Friend was telling me. So, hopefully, if people will listen they can be spared hurt and pain. As a little child we're told not to touch a hot stove, but the rebellious part of us has to try it out. It burns, and the pain sometimes never completely goes away. That's the way it is with eternity, and that eternal flame is much hotter, and it burns forever. There is no escape.

 

Day 73 Just Me

3/14/2025 

A friend recently asked for my help, not realizing that I no longer lived in New Mexico or that I had "retired." I emphasize the word retired, because anyone who knows me should understand that retire is something I really don't know how to do. As a follower of Christ, well...let's just say that God has His plans for my "retirement." I'm busier now than ever, and volunteering has its greater reward when Abba has the say so. I never lack for anything I need, and there always seems to be enough to go around.

My friend also said that she was glad that I was in my happy place. I've thought long and hard over those words "happy place," because I never thought of being happy, just content. I don't know if they are synonymous really, happiness and contentment, but what I do know is that happiness is an emotion while contentment is a natural state of being, in my opinion.  Paul said that he had learned the secret of being content in any and every situation (Philippians 4:12). I think I prefer that assessment of my feelings, as I've had so many changes in my life that I either had to adapt and learn to live with it, or be the most miserable person on the face of the earth. Since that isn't who I am, as I enjoy smiling and laughing, then, yes, contentment is what I feel. 

I told my son recently that what I missed most about New Mexico, other than my daughter and friends, was Parasol's chicken tacos with guacamole and green salsa! When I am able to travel that way, believe me, I will feast on this wonderful delicacy as often as I am able. I'll probably gain a lot of weight, but at least I'll have a smile on my face as I waddle along!! 

But that's not all I miss. I miss my secret hiding spot in Sipapu, where I'd steal away for a few days and play in the snow, walk by the river, mountain bike, or lounge around and write. It has changed a lot in recent years from what I can see looking at the web site, but the mountains have stolen my heart. It was only about 45 minutes from where I was living, but it was scenic and quiet. I have entertained the idea of trying to get a seasonal job there, but there's quite a bit of distance between here and there, so unless I could work out a special deal, the idea seems over the top. Still, I can dream.

 

Yesterday I blogged about my grandparents, and I shared a bit about having no one to encourage my dreams. I've had so many! I remember a scene in the movie Little Women when a man told Jo she should be a lawyer. I remember her responding, "I should have been a great many things." I don't know if I was ever called a dreamer, but I was, and I still am. My kids think I can make and do just about anything, because I had to improvise so many times, but then, my mama could honestly pull a rabbit out of a hat. So, I guess her ingenuity and creativity were passed to me. Once my boss asked me a question once about how to expand the business, so that it would be more profitable. I remember sharing with her that if you look around, and observe what type of services are needed, then think about ways to provide that need, then she'd most likely succeed. I still believe that. Whenever you put others before yourself or above making a profit, it comes back around and meets the need, over and beyond.

I really would enjoy being in a position where I could have my home for misfit toys. A place where the down and out, unwanted, elderly, orphans could have a home and a place to live, feel loved, and learn to be who they dreamed of becoming. It would be a place where they wouldn't be laughed at or told their idea was dumb, too expensive, or impossible to achieve for one reason or another. At the home they'd find healing, emotional support, education and know how to achieve the goal, and then off they'd go to conquer the world, and hopefully, pay it forward to someone who needs it. I believe nothing is impossible when Jesus has first place in your heart. If you are surrendered, and you seek first His kingdom, He says all else will be added. I believe Him. He certainly has changed my life of self-doubt into impossible dream mode. Holy Spirit is a great Encourager.

One thing I really enjoy doing is watching Christmas movies with my daughter. Since we are a little less than 2,000 miles apart right now, the best we can do is choose a movie to watch at the same time, then we discuss it over the phone. We watched one tonight about a young lady whose daddy died leaving her and her sister with a dairy farm, where they made homemade ice cream. The sister had moved to the city after graduation, before her daddy died, as farm living was not her thing. Over the years, after his death, the farm was losing money, and the mother and sister were going to lose the farm to a big city operation, supported by the sister who lived in the city. In the end all worked out, the farm was saved, the sister got the money she wanted, and the relationship was restored. The sister learned that family was more important than business. I love movies with a happy ending, especially when relationships are mended and friendships restored. 

My close, dear friend in New Mexico gave me a necklace that has a saying on one side, and another one on the flip side. Side one says: "Trust in your crazy ideas" and the other says: "Always color outside the lines." She's one of the few people in my life who understands me, and she gets it! I don't think, or behave, like most people. And I do things differently. Thanks, Sharon. Hopefully I'll make the long trek back to the place I once called home, but really, Northern New Mexico is in my blood, and it's a huge part of who I have become. Home of my hiding place and thinking spot, and a place where many people I love call home. It's home to my final resting spot on earth, or so I've informed my son. He loves New Mexico as much as I do, but being here in Virginia has helped me dream again, and it's helped me cross a few bridges. It's been good for him, as well. He now believes in himself again, and that makes the move all the more special. I still have some plans for this place, my parents' home, and I want to make it a safe place where people feel welcome to come take their shoes off and sit a spell. They may even be some homemade lemonade and brownies sitting around if you give me a little warning. So welcome y'all! The door is always open. I'll be waiting, sitting on the porch step with my buddy, looking off into the distance, considering my next great tryst.

Day 72 This is That Time

3/13/2025

  

Holidays have always been important for me. As a child my grandparents were the center of my world. In fact, every thing revolved around them. Any time I had a chance I would spend the night with Grammy and Papa, cooking and crafting with Grammy and watching Roller Derby or wrestling on television with my Papa. Every Friday Papa would come to our house to pick mama up, so they could go grocery shopping together. He owned his own garage in the country, so he'd come after he closed on Friday afternoon. It was like clockwork each week. Other days he'd stop by the house just to take us riding, often asking where I'd like to go. Even after I was grown and married, he'd ask me where I'd like to go for special family picnics. I loved my grandparents so much. Just being around them was an adventure.

My grandparents had eight children - 4 sons and 4 daughters. My mama was the second born. Every Sunday we would all spend time with my grandparents. Most of the children lived close by, but my uncle Sonny lived in California, so they would usually get home once a year, and that was a very special time for me, as they  had two daughters, Kaye and Susan. I loved playing games with them, and even the adults used to love to play a card game, Canasta. On Sundays we would all be in church together, and afterwards we would meet at Grammy's and Papa's and have a meal. The men and little children always ate first, the men in the kitchen and the little kids in the living room at little tables set up just for them. The women and older female children would eat last. As a Southern woman I learned to take care of the men in the family. I imagine it was because they were the heads of the house. Many women now days would balk at that idea, but it was never a problem for my mother and her sisters, and it has never been a problem for the kids. We learned the importance of service.

I remember Christmases at their house. The grown ups and the children would draw names for gift exchange. My sister recalls being called upon to wrap the gifts, and one year she accidentally marked two gifts wrong. My cousin Ray was the recipient of a ladies slip, while the other person received a gift that was not embarrassing and seemed to "fit." I don't know how they righted that fiasco, but it has given us quite a chuckle remembering the look on his face when he opened his gift. There are so many fond memories of these days, and when I do see my cousins, we love to swap stories. In my immediate family, my mama carried on the tradition of the three children getting together on holidays at our parents' home. When I moved away the tradition stopped, and I believe it may have been one of the reasons my mama became so sad later in life.

Three years ago I moved back to Virginia, and I purchased  my parents' home, the home we were raised in. It was hard moving back, because I'd been away so long, and I loved being where I was. My parents and grandparents have already moved their permanent address to Heaven with Jesus, and although I know they would never want to leave there, still I miss them, and the loss still hurts and holidays never the same. The best part is that I will see them again, and we will be together forever in eternity. I look forward to my heavenly home, and although I will be anxious to see all the loved ones and friends who chose the gift of God's great love and have gone before me, the one I want to see the most is Jesus. I am so eager to see His face and feel His embrace. I get giddy thinking about how wonderful that day will be!

Over the past few years I have been learning about the Lord's feasts and traditions of the Jewish people. Tomorrow will be Purim, not a feast day of the Lord, but it is a time of great celebration preceded by a time of fasting and drawing closer to God. Purim celebrates the story of Queen Esther written about in the Bible in the book bearing her name. It is a time of celebration and a time of dressing up in costumes and reenacting the Esther story. Children have so much fun acting out the scenes, but I think adults enjoy it equally well. The past two years have been bittersweet for Israel, since the war and the kidnapping of hostages, still some being held by the enemy Hamas. The interesting part of it is that Haman, the villain in the story of Esther, who wanted to annihilate the Jews, because Mordecai, a Jew, refused to bow down to him, did not realize that Queen Esther was a Jew. Haman was an Agagite, who were descendants of Amalek, and all through Jewish history the Amalekites' one desire was to eradicate the existence of the Jewish people. So the conflict today, the evil hatred, comes from Hamas, whose descendants come from Amalek. The story line involving Amalek goes all the way back to Abraham who was the first ancestor and where the Jewish nation began. Children love to celebrate Purim by dressing up as Haman and rehearsing the story, and in spite of all that is happening, the people honor the tradition.

I am very grateful for my family heritage, and the love and kindness I learned as a child and tried to teach into my own family. My grandparents taught me about the love of family, and more importantly, the love of Christ. My parents in turn raised my sister, brother, and I up in the instruction of the Lord, and in turn, I passed my beliefs on to my children. So many things have changed, and many seasons have gone by. I seldom see my extended family except at funerals, but my sister and I have decided that we need to do something to change that. In this time of chaos and extreme confusion, family values need to be nurtured, God's character needs to shine forth in our lives to those who do not know Him, who never had a family to teach them the values of a life hidden in Christ. I hope my sister and I can make it happen, as time is getting short. We need to make the most of every opportunity to share love to as many as we can, any way we can, as long as we can. This is the time!