Day 227 Escape

 

8/15/2026

 "The unrest of this weary world is its unvoiced 

cry for God."

 

It's late, and soon another day will begin. The one thing that I wanted for my birthday this year was to separate myself from the insanity of this world, if only for a couple of days. As an intercessor I cannot shut myself away completely, as I have daily calls, and yet in some ways that is exactly what I need to do. The unnecessary noise of voices wanting to be heard, wanting to be lauded for their ability to pray louder, longer, or say just the right words. In many ways this is what it seems to me that intercession has or is becoming in many circles. 

My quiet times with God have always been so special, and even now as I write these words, I am examining the motives of my own heart, because it has never been and never will be my intention or my desire to criticize the sincerity of another's seeking heart. My Father knows my imperfections, and He knows that we are but flesh, so He knows we will fail. Had He not known these things, why send Jesus to redeem us, to save us from the sinfulness of our own hearts?! Besides which the true accuser of the brethren is busy spreading his own deceit and vile intentions. Followers of Christ need to be wary of his devices so as not to fall into his evil snare, as many already have done.

I've been sitting quietly with Abba all my life, as much as anyone can be aware of from an early age. The quietness of His presence, and the times when His voice is more urgent. During the periods in my life when I faltered in my attention towards Him, Holy Spirit never abandoned me. I always felt Him near me. Even now, as I wrestle with these feelings that are laid heavily on my heart, occupying my thoughts, I still feel His nearness to me. I can never chase Him away. I never want to separate myself from my Abba Father, as I am solely dependent on His wise counsel and His path for my life. I will gather my prayer points, as needed, from others as we stand together, but I have felt the need to guard my heart and mind from the influence of others and seek only His voice. The chatter, the prattle that seems to never stop, simply noise that has become so loud, often empty, as I realize the subtly of the enemy. I know he seeks to destroy my peace, steal my joy, separate me from meaningful fellowship with like-minded lovers of God. But I also know that although I step away, I will always return much stronger, with greater discernment and a greater understanding of how to continue the fight.

The daily news is non-stop, and many times duplicate reports I have already received. I even find Christian news sources to be confusing and many times filled with unnecessary opinions, offering information that is unsuitable to be shared with the public. It reminds me of housewives meeting at the back fences to gossip, much like the prayer chains exchanging concerns for prayer purposes, never, of course, gossip. If we are truthful, at some time in our lives we have all engaged in such unnecessary sharing. I prefer to know facts and leave the rest for God to reveal. I prefer simpler ways to gather truth. In reading through the Bible this year, the Lord has been directing me to keep my focus on Him and to guard the integrity of my heart and mind. I am to focus only on the Word of God. That is what I've always tried to do, but I am to check my motives each day. 

Saturday evenings are my late nights "on the wall" as I join other intercessors who each have a time period set to pray for six national leaders. I must admit that this is not my favorite period of intercession, as I feel so inadequate to break through the thick hedge of evil that surrounds so many of our leaders. Generally there are more praying than a single individual, yet from 11:30 pm until 12 midnight I am alone on the prayer wall. I generally begin earlier and stay later, because I study backgrounds to see who I am lifting in prayer, how their lives began. Often one may begin their lives with honorable intentions to bring change to the government, healthy goals that could truly benefit our nation for good, yet somewhere in between on their journey up the ladder of success, they change. Many times I don't think they realize how much they have deviated from their initial goals, the ones closer to God's heart. And I feel that fear of others more powerful forces the actions in certain regards.

I have become very tired, not of the battle, rather tired of the attitudes of intercessors who seem to think God needs us. It reminds me of a scene in The Chosen series when Jesus tells Simon the Zealot that He doesn't need him or anything, but He wants him and has chosen him as a disciple to follow Him. God created us in His own image to be in relationship with Him, and His purpose is to build His Kingdom - the Kingdom of God - on this earth. Jesus came to fulfill the works of His Father. He says it many times in the Scriptures, yet no one was listening then, and I often wonder who is listening now. The church is busily engaged in its own agenda, building their own kingdom of sorts, however well intentioned their initial plans had been, even when it comes to what they call revival. 

But, it's late, and I've rattled on long enough. Only God sees and understands me and what I am trying to say, the sincerity of my heart and the compassion I feel for my brothers and sisters in Christ. This battle is real, and my heart heavy, but perhaps I can yet do some good in prayer on the wall tonight as I lead into a new day may it bring hope that can come only from steadfast trust in Him alone.  

Day 226 I Trust in God, My Savior

 

 8/14/2026

"My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood

and righteousness. I dare not trust the sweetest

frame, but wholly lean on Jesus' name."

The Solid Rock  

 

Earlier in the day my thoughts seemed so clear as I prepared for my group study last night, as I began to listen to the global prayer call, settling down to the worship music which was a rendition of the old hymn, The Solid Rock. It's a song I sing from time to time when the world starts getting crazier than it already is, as it has a soothing effect on me. I've been under such spiritual attack recently that my back feels riddled with arrows. The morning was so peaceful, before things became otherwise. I suppose I was still reeling from the insults from the previous days. 

Holy Spirit has been teaching me about motives. At first I thought it was all about examining mine, but it became much larger than that, as I listened more intently. I guess it's hard for me to even think that Abba may be speaking of someone in our time together. I always ask God to examine my heart to see if my heart is pure, if I am still holding a grudge. If there's any evil in me, I want it gone. I have no desire to be "seen" or "heard" by any man. I live in obscurity, and I like it that way. Perhaps that is why small prayer groups who applaud each other's anointing do not work for me. I can't explain the things I feel, and I won't try. I have experienced so much attach in recent days, but then that is to be expected in these end times. I thank God, as did Paul, that He said in 2 Corinthians 12:9-11: "But He said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong"  

Sadly, I am not as strong as Paul, because I don't always joy in persecution, especially when today is supposed to be a special day for me - my birthday. I'm 76 years old, and although I live with chronic pain, it's okay, because God makes a way. I am rejoicing this morning because a missionary, Kevin Rideout has been released from captivity after being kidnapped from Niger last October. He's in good health, and hopefully, has been restored to his family. How my heart rejoices with his family, with all who love him. Our Savior smiles. Can you see that smile? I can! 

Mary of Bethany was persecuted because she poured very costly perfume, spikenard, on the feet of Jesus, but Jesus blessed her, and He honored her. Many people who have approached the King humbly, in love, bowing at His feet, have been misunderstood. And so it has always been and always will be until His return.

This morning the first verse of scripture that I read was one of my often prayed verses found in Psalm 57:7: "My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast; I will sing and give praise." Verse 8 continues with: Awake, my glory! Awake, lute and harp! I will awaken the dawn." Regardless of all that goes on in this world, as I pray for our President, Israel, Iran, as well as all other national, international and personal needs, I can say to my God, "My heart is steadfast, O God!" I am confident that Your hand is not shortened that You cannot save or Your ear too heavy that You cannot hear! (Isaiah 59:1) My trust is in God My Savior, and yes, Abba, I will do what You have told me to do. I will remain focused on You, Lord Jesus, my Captain, and the enemy has no say in my life as I am surrendered to You.

The newer version of the hymn mentioned above has powerful verses and identifies with my feelings for this day, so this is where I end my blog: 

In Christ Alone (My Hope is Found) by Keith Getty and Stuart Townend

In Christ alone, my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm

What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand

 

In Christ alone, who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save

'Til on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid
Here in the death of Christ I live

There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious day
Up from the grave, He rose again

And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ

No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life's first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny

No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
'Til He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I'll stand

Selah.

Day 225 Feasting with the King

 

8/13/2026

"I am my Beloved's, and He is mine."

Song of Solomon 6:3  

Today marks the beginning of the Hebrew month Elul which leads up to the High Holy Feasts celebrated in the month of Tishri. This is a time of great comfort for the Jewish people, and it is also a time of soul-searching and repentance. It's a wake up call, a period of time the Christian church could well learn from studying Jewish history, the history of our Lord Jesus Christ. It is a month of God's mercy on His people, a time of comforting as Isaiah 40 instructs. God offers mercy, compassion, and hope. Each day the shofar sounds through the city, which according to history announces the time that God descends from His throne and sits on the mercy seat. 

It is also said that during this time in history the King, who is unapproachable otherwise by the common people, will go into the field where he walks and fellowships with the people. Anyone can come near to him without fear, without jumping impossible hurdles to secure a brief audience with him. But every year at this time, the King leaves his throne to be with the people. 

"The four Hebrew letters of Elul (Aleph-Lamed-Vav-Lamed) form an acronym for the verse "Ani l'dodi v'dodi li" ("I am my Beloved's and my Beloved is mine") the Song of Songs, symbolizing the close, loving relationship between God and humanity during the season of return."  

It is a time when the Jewish people pray and await the return of the Messiah, as they earnestly seek Him. It is a time we pray that the veil is lifted, the eyes are opened, and the Jewish people will recognize that Jesus Christ is the Messiah so clearly foretold throughout the Scriptures. Imagine what rejoicing would come when this day finally comes.

Today as I was listening to music in my quiet time, Michael W Smith prayed the following prayer as He sang the song Let It Rain from his album, Worship Forever. Interestingly, this album debuted on September 11, 2001, the day that rocked our nation and forever changed our lives. At this time in our American history it is important that we cry out to our Father, who loves us so dearly, for mercy:

"O God, we are a desperate people. We see nations torn apart, we see families broken, we see the wasteland of lost souls, heavy hearts fainting with fear. This dry ground is breaking under our feet, and these dry bones waiting for the winds to change. But You see Your people, and You hear our cries in this dry and weary land where there is no water. Our strength is in remembering, our power is in returning, so tonight, tonight we return to You. Bring us back to truth as You did in the Reformation. Sweep through every small town and city as You did in the Great Awakening. Shake the nations like You shook the people of Wales. Flood our streets like You flooded Azusa. Let our churches fall on their faces in repentance, for that time of refreshing will come. O, God, Christ Jesus be lifted up in our schools, in our work places, in our churches. O, God, let it rain!"

I join my heart with that of my brother in Christ, Michael W Smith, in humbly seeking the mercy of God, as we repent for our sins of not doing the will of our Father on this earth, for not heeding the call. Let it not be "as in the days of Noah...." May our hearts be open, as we approach our King while He can be found. The King is in the field. Come, Lord Jesus, come.  

Day 224 Pause to Worship

 

8/12/2026

"A Christian is like a teabag -

not worth much until he's been through

some hot water."

Daily Walk

 

Now that's an understatement! A little hot water?? I feel as if I've been soaking all night long, and I'm feeling a bit water logged and tea stained! The good news this morning is that my rash from the poison oak fiasco is beginning to look "human," if that can be an adequate description. I still do not know how I managed to get infected, but thankfully, it has remained isolated to my left wrist and arm. Epsom salt is once more my best support against poison bushes. I have purposed to leave the bushes until autumn or closer to winter when everything has died, and I can remove the entire row of bushes and eliminate the poison vines. At this stage of the game I'm not even certain what daddy planted, but I know it is not the beautiful forsythia bushes he used to have lining the property on two sides. They were the most vibrant yellow, and when they bloomed it felt like heaven. Bright flowers bring me so much joy, and I have thoroughly enjoyed the crepe myrtle trees - purple and bright rose. I still have to contend with the Virginia Creeper, but it is manageable. I love sitting outside in my little tree garden in my red retro chair enjoying the beauty and peace.

I woke up before the alarm and visited with Alex on the front porch. He really is a spoiled cat to be half feral. The kitten came face to face with him this morning, but he did not linger inside. I caught her watching him out the window, as if she remembered him. My theory is that Alex is the one who brought Fae to us, as he has other friends visiting us from time to time. He prefers the great outdoors and the freshness of the morning, but once it gets cold, he'll probably want to be back in my room sprawled lazily across the bed. I sat down to visit with him awhile this morning on the top step beside a fat slug and a smaller one attempting to make their exit. At night slugs love to check out the cat's bowls. It seems to be a favorite spot for other critters as well. I've not seen our resident opossum lately, but I hope he's safe. The neighbor came by early this morning, walking his little dog, and they lingered a few minutes in front of my house. We spoke briefly, but it's hard to get into a conversation when I'm still in my pajamas and robe. Plus my hair looked a fright, but that's normal. He's retired military, and he enjoys watching movies in his garage on Friday nights. My friend and I have been invited up, but we have yet to go. It would be nice to get to know him, as he seems very friendly. I 'd love to hear about his tours of duty and share with him about my work as a civilian employee at Fort Lee in Race Relations. I'd love to know about the growth of the base and the change in the name. I have many years to catch up on. 

Later a lady was walking her little dog, and we exchanged "hellos." I was cutting grass which seems to be the time people honk their greetings or wave. Everyone seems friendly, and it reminds me of when I was growing up around here. It's an old neighborhood and is relatively quiet. I was able to get the grass cut, and tree branches and debris from the storm picked up off the yard, but there's weeding left to do. Weed eating is my son's chore, so I left him plenty to do. The rain beat up my wild flowers, so I need to finish cleaning up my flower bed, but that can wait for another day.

I'm ending the day with music by Terry MacAlmon - my usual Wednesday night Hour with Jesus. He went overtime tonight, but I am so glad, because it is so wonderful to sit and listen to praise and worship songs, many of which are from the early days of Integrity Music. His followers don't seem to mind what he sings, as we love it all. He closes with a short devotional, a refreshing way to end the day.

"Let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually."

Hebrews 13:15 

Day 223 Risky Love

 

8/11/2026

 "Risky love seizes the moment."

And the Angels Were Silent

Max Lucado 

 

I was awakened by a thump landing on my bed this morning. Little Fae, our mischievous orphaned kitty, decided that it was time to play, and she wanted Gram to get up. It was still rather early, so rather than insisting on her way, she quietly laid down beside me, and put her little head on my shoulder. This didn't last very long, as she decided she needed a better place to lie down, so she crawled up on my chest and settled down for a few more minutes. I was the one to break the silence, however, as she was calm and peaceful still. But the moment my feet hit the floor, she was off and running! My son had gotten her out of the room, but he had neglected to feed her. She didn't seem overly hungry, as she enjoys eating dead bugs and chasing the living ones. Once she was fed, I grabbed my coffee and settled back in my bedroom for quiet time. By this time, Fae had located her ball, and she was busy entertaining herself. And so the morning began.

I received a call during my global prayer call that I felt that I needed to take, and I was correct. The exchange did, however, offer me some hope regarding a matter long held in abeyance may actually have been put to rest. I made the follow up calls, received promising news, but my attempts to gain "in my hand proof" have not yet been obtained. Until this matter is handled, I still have actions to pursue. These are stressful matters, and after dealing with this issue since 2016 it has become very wearying and has a way of tuckering me out for the day. I had to walk around with my phone in my hands, waiting for a return call that never came. Typical, sadly, of this company. Nonetheless, I am giving another day of grace before I proceed on to my next course of action. I don't understand why things have to be this way when the respectful and professional way of handling things should be the customary response. I live in a different world. 

To press that truth of this not being my world a bit further, I received yet another phone call, more drama, more accusations intended to blame me for things that are so absurd - again! After a relatively long monologue, I decided that I'd listened enough, and I decided to end the toxic conversation. Max Lucado's comment about "risky love" was in connection with Mordecai the Jew consulting Queen Esther when wicked Haman had the king sign an edit regarding the annihilation of the Jews. The king had no idea that Queen Esther was a Jew, but Mordecai was asking her to approach the king without invitation, a crime punishable by death unless he held out his scepter. Mordecai told her that if her fear kept her from informing the king of the matter, she would not survive death. The memorable words often quoted about these end times is what Mordecai said to the Queen in Esther 4:14:  "And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?" Mordecai's entreaty worked, and Queen Esther replied:  "Then Esther sent this reply to Mordecai: 'I will go to the king, even though it is against the law. And if I perish, I perish'" (Esther 4:15-16). Sometimes the response is risky love, an exercise perhaps I must pursue in dealing with legal and personal matters. 

Oswald Chambers wisely counsels: "We have to pray with our eyes on God, not on the difficulties."           2 Chronicles 20:12 "Our eyes are upon Thee."

It's very late now, and I need to find my pillow. It's been a day of disappointments, yet a day of laughter and relaxation at times from my comic relief, Fae our kitten. Yesterday once we got the refrigerator set up and the food back in place, put the kitchen back together, and grabbed a quick bite, my son headed off to bed, and I finished a few things I had to do. I guess the stress of it all got to both of us, and since I'm much older, I was really wiped out for most of the day just from that activity. Last evening we had quite a thunderstorm that touched down and flooded some areas of my rooms before I was able to get the windows down. Fortunately the sump pump was working, and the basement did not flood. Although today was sunny and remained so all day, I was unable to get the lawn mowed, and I was so tired that I didn't get very much accomplished except for the follow up phone calls that accomplished little actually. May tomorrow prove to be a more promising and fruitful day. 

Day 222 Remember - Focus on Me!

 

8/10/2026

“Holy Spirit, help me discern what is mine to carry and what is not.” 

 

Someone recently shared that when describing me to others she would talk about my joy even in the midst of the worst of circumstances. I have often been told that I am always smiling, and I remember more than one person calling me by nicknames "Smiley," and "Sunshine," to describe my character, my childlike ability to laugh and find something pleasant, even when the atmosphere was less than! I've always taken my worries, that I prefer to call concerns, to Jesus, because He knows everything about how it feels to live among men as a human. It's hard for some people to realize that whereas He is God, He is man, so who better to talk to in these times. But I admit that the days are getting pretty heavy, and the enemy is trying as hard as he can to discourage me. 

I never dreamed that my own family would be the ones to hurt me the most, but I am learning so much from the Lord about letting the hurts go. Abba has been teaching me about human nature, which includes selfishness and manipulation. I fully realize that I've made mistakes in my life, but I am being accused of things that don't make sense. Again, I realize where it all comes from, or who is the deceiver behind it all. I know also that God allows us to endure hardships in order to teach us or perfect us. In short, there are lessons to be learned. In 2 Timothy 2:1-4 Paul encourages Timothy: "You therefore, my son, be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus. And the things that you have heard from me among many witnesses, commit these to faithful men who will be able to teach others also. You therefore must endure hardship as a good soldier of Jesus Christ. No one engaged in warfare entangles himself with the affairs of this life, that he may please him who enlisted him as a soldier." 

As an intercessor I have long been enlisted as a soldier in the Lord's service, and the strongest message He has ever given me in a dream was to "Keep your eyes on the Commander of the Armies of Heaven" and "Cut off the head of the snake!" At one point today, while I was speaking with the Lord, I said that I really needed to look for a job, because there are expenses and things that need to be done. Plus I felt as if I was being pushed into making a decision that I know in my heart did not come from the Lord. So, as I began to voice the words, "Lord, I really need to find a ...." I heard Him clearly say to me, "What did I tell you to do?" And I replied to Him, "Keep my eyes on You and cut off the head of the snake." So, once more I put that thought out of my mind. God does not need my help with anything. He just wants me to be faithful. So, I will just keep putting one foot in front of the other, and keep turning the other cheek. After all, Jesus never gave an explanation. He did tell many, however, that He only did what His Father told Him to do. In the book of John, Jesus said several times that He only did what the Father showed Him to do (John 5:19, 30; 8:28; 12:49, and 14:31).

It seems as if there are so many things happening, and the enemy's arrows are flying. I wrote about this in a previous blog...many times. We need to be aware of these times. Paul, speaking with Timothy again, says in 2 Timothy 3:1-7: "But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come. For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away!" That's quite a list, and I can honestly say that I am seeing this list being played out in people's lives shockingly! I only read legitimate news from truthful, reliable journalists and ministries, and many things I do not need to be told, because God has given me a Spirit of discernment and understanding of things beforehand, so very little surprises me, with the exception of the sources of many things. 

Right now, as I pen these words, helicopters are flying back and forth over this area, and it makes me wonder if the Army is practicing maneuvers. I was married to ex-military, worked at the base, and my family members have served, so I have some inclinations. Whatever all the noise is for, I pray for our military and their families, and for our leaders here on American soil and in the Middle East particularly. That goes without saying, as I pray for Israel and the people of Persia...Iran. But I will not fear, nor will I do anything other than pray and encourage and, mostly, trust God who has all things in His hands. He has given us competent leadership for this time in history, whether those opposed to those in office may feel. All that matters is that God has set up this group of men and women, and He will see it to completion according to His will. Our job as believers is to pray, trust, and be aware of the enemy's evil agenda.

As for me, I will do what he told me to do! 

Day 221 Simplicity of Faith

 

8/9/2026

 "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son,

that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. 

For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, 

but that the world through Him might be saved." 

 

Over the years I have watched and listened as there has become a growing propensity for certain people to know more, not for the sake of increasing one's knowledge naturally, but in an effort to become more widely known and acclaimed as something greater than one should aspire to be. In essence the quest for identify that is associated not with character but more with wealth and public esteem. To be "Someone."

I have become increasingly aware of such things in Christian circles and more recently conversations pointing such things out. Whereas it is valuable to be warned, when does it become obsessive to the point of accusing one's brethren? That is the job of the devil, but it seems as if the church is helping him out in finding fault with each other. This is disconcerting and extremely sad. 

Reading has always been a pastime I have loved all my life, since early in childhood. In elementary school days I constantly had my nose in a book. I'd take a stack of books home on the weekends, aided in my selection by Mildred Green, the wonderful librarian at Midway Elementary and High School and a close family friend, whose love of literature inspired me to become well read and knowledgeable. But it was never in a quest for superiority, rather an innocent desire to learn more about people, history, and faith. I was raised at a time when a librarian had read every book that lined the shelves of the library, protective of our young minds. Now I don't know if there is a real book that can be checked out, held in your hands, read and returned in a timely manner for others to enjoy. Now there are tablets and apps, so one has only to plug a device in their ear and listen while they're doing something else.

More and more I am so grateful for my simple life and for God's gentle hand on me, as He guided me from one experience to another. And if I was ever caught up in someone's hyperactive quest for a bigger and better experience, aka a deeper spiritual understanding, the Lord opened my eyes to discern the truth, so I could glean wisdom yet not become lost into thinking I somehow knew more than someone else. We never arrive or obtain intellectual superiority. The Bible clearly says in 1 Corinthians 13:12 that, "For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known."

My desire is to spend as much time as I can in the presence of my Abba Father, listening and becoming more like Jesus Christ. In writing the story my only desire is to express the lessons learned in life sitting at His feet, reading His Word, in fellowship with like-minded believers and followers of Christ, surrendered to His will. While it would be nice to earn a living writing, I have no desire to be known. I only want others to know Jesus, and be encouraged by my life and my testimony. I have an insatiable hunger and thirst for Jesus and learning from His example. This is all I have to share. My crazy life available to others, being His hands and feet on this earth. Until Jesus comes...again! 

Day 220 No Regrets

 

8/8/2026 

"To be a Christian without time alone with God

is no more possible than to be alive 

without breathing."

Daily Walk

 

I've been holding on to some hurts that seem to keep popping up, and today I was finally able to put the matter to rest. I'm learning that while none of us are perfect, much as we would like that to be so, we will fail each other at some point along the way. I wish I could know that I never disappointed anyone in my lifetime, but I know that simply is not so. I have failed multiple times, and even in recent days, there were things that I could have done to be more helpful and thoughtful towards others. I really want to be more intentional about following through on good ideas. I've had some ideas brewing in my mind, and it's about time I get busy following through on those thoughts. I have a birthday this week, and it makes me realize more and more that my days are numbered. I must get busy while there is still time. This may require me tracking down some slippery cousins who always seem to be busy, but I want to see everyone. I want to know about their lives, and I want to be their friend. I moved two thousand miles to spend time with family, so I am going to try my best to do as much as I can to make that happen. We've had one cousin's reunion, but there's much more to be done. Time is precious.

I tend to set the bar high for myself when it comes to being a doer of the word and not a hearer only. But I am also very critical at times of pastors who are not watching over the flock. I admit that this tendency to judge their lack of concern has been a feeling I have had to fight my entire life. I think it may be from the amount of neglect I have witnessed from the type of work that I was doing. God entrusted many people's lives to me, and seeing them hurt and disappointed by their families was difficult enough, but when the church is the culprit, a place and people that I represented did not follow through, it hurt me deeply as well. 

The Bible says that "mercy triumphs over judgment," and I am a very compassionate, forgiving, and merciful person, thanks to Jesus. Only because of His transformation of my life. All my life I've cared about people, how they were treated, and being raised in the South in the 50's was a period when my feelings were tested greatly. Fortunately, I never witnessed severe mistreatment and abuse up close and personal towards another person. The closest I came was when I was 18 years old, working for a jeweler who felt that the black man who worked there shouldn't be talking to me, much less walking with me in the evening to the bus stop. Petersburg was a dangerous place back then, and out of his kindness, he was trying to protect me from harm. He was threatened, so I quit my job. Otherwise, he may have lost his, and for what?! Trying to protect a young lady from potential harm! My family was not happy, but I have never regretted my action. Later, when I was in my early 20's I had another test, a much larger one, and I stood my ground again. Fortunately, I didn't lose my job, but I stood against racism on behalf of the US Army where I worked.  

With regard to my initial confession, I have finally put the hurt away, an offense against my son, actually. I realized just how many times I've probably not responded to assist someone when I had the opportunity, and, like I said, I'm sure I've done much worse in my life. The fact that the one who offended my son, who really hurt him at a time when he desperately needed a friend, really hurt. On one hand I understand the immaturity of a young man, trying to build his church, but a pastor should have time for anyone who needs him, a member of his church or not. They were very close as children, but I guess time causes one to move on and forget. I do forgive, and the hurt is lessening, because, as I said, we all fail. I don't feel the need to confront, as it seems a mute fact, and it is time to move on. I hadn't even realized how much it still hurt until Holy Spirit spoke to my heart, then confirmed it three times. So, I release this situation into God's capable hands, and I pray that He will send a friend my son's way. I ask Him for direction for a church family for myself as well, and there are possibilities. A place to belong, a sense of family and community, and a place to serve. I miss that, as I've only had online churches for quite awhile. I attend locally, but I have not formed close friendships. I want to correct that! 

I want to live my life with no regrets. When I sin or fall short of God's high calling, I want to be quick to ask forgiveness, repent, and make things right. It's the only way to live.   

Day 219 Gram's Day Out!

 

8/7/2026

"The Rule is you have to dance a little bit in 

the morning before you leave the house,

because it changes the way you walk out into the world."  

-Unknown

 

It's been a crazy, hectic week, with pressure on every side, so I decided that I'd take a little spin out into the world today. When my sister arrived this morning, she came with flowers in one hand and cake in the other. The cake was for my son's birthday that she missed, and since the cake was not gluten free, he devoured it without so much as giving me a sniff of that carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. The sunflowers were for me, so I stuck them in a pot, grateful, but lamenting the loss of one forbidden taste of that scrumptious-looking cake! 

So, after that I was ready and raring to get the measurements done and hit the road for our great adventure. Not everyone enjoys going to Home Depot and Lowe's, as it means work to be done, but I love it! It's an adventure and a dance down every aisle! I've noticed that there are many senior employees working at both stores, and sometimes I do consider applying for a part time job. It seems like great fun, and with my creative mind, I could well imagine fun things to do with my fixer upper home. So much to do and so little time!

We weren't able to pick up the supplies for the well house, but I did give the measurements to my sister who will purchase the supplies for me and bring them over in her truck. Then we'll begin our labor of love in fixing my little casita right up. We discovered flooring on sale that will fit nicely in my kitchen, and an idea for storage and to cover up a particularly difficult area next to the chimney. With the rock quarry down the highway blasting rock underground, my house has many cracks in the plaster walls, as do most everyone's in the neighborhood, so I have been told. The chimney goes down into the basement to the old oil furnace. The repairman who checks it out each year says it's a monster, but I pray that it hangs on for as many years as it can last. The underground blasting probably is unsettling to the foundation, causing the cracks. But with a bit of mud and creativity I will be able to tackle this project with love and imagination. I'll be sure to document all my miss-matched paints in creating my authentic Santa Fe home in North Dinwiddie, Virginia. Of course, I don't have the funds to do a really upscale job, but using my ideas with a creative edge, genius will flow! Well...hopefully!!

We checked out a new diner in Hopewell where the customer service more than made up for the cuisine. The food was simple, and they were extremely busy with local patrons. The food was good, but with my food allergies, I have to be careful. If I cheat on my diet, I pay in pain. They had a long list of homemade desserts, but I was good and behaved myself with great restraint. 

Although we did make one more stop to check out a business who sold sheds and storage units, some large as barns, we didn't make any definite plans for purchase, as I never am quick to act unless I see an extremely good deal. We hurried back home, and after playing with Fae for a little while, my sister left for home. She enjoys getting out, she said, doing something other than what she does at home, but she is really busy with all she has to get done with her garden and other household affairs. She's been refurbishing a house next door their son, but work has been slow. Life gets busy, as I well know, so I am grateful for any time she has for her ole sister. 

Shabbat Services begin shortly, so I'll call this a wrap. No great spiritual wisdom for today, just practical advice. Spend time with your family and enjoy them while you can. We are not promised tomorrow, and each day is a special time to spend together, whether working or playing. But while you're enjoying life, be sure to make Christ the center of it all. 

Day 218 Still Listening

 

8/6/2026

 "Others may only see a hopeless end, 

but believers rejoice in an endless hope."

Daily Walk

 

Sometimes I think I'm too silly for my own good, especially since my birthday is coming up next week, and I really should begin to act my age, or so one would think?! But where's the fun in that?! I've never been a glass half empty gal, and I'd much rather think positively than moan and groan about things.  Especially today in a world gone mad where people are looking everywhere and anywhere for hope. Of course I don't have to look for hope, because I live it every day. Others just can't seem to wrap themselves around the idea that God can and does keep our minds in peace, but then, they have not learned how to quiet themselves down and allow God to be God.

This has been a another busy day, and a productive one. This afternoon we took little Fae, our kitten to the vet for her flea, tick, and other varmints application. She had grown almost double since her initial visit, and she is loving, playful, and too frisky for her own good sometimes. She jumps high like a gazelle when I dangle her bird on a string in the air over her. She's a hoot to watch, and she plays long, hard, and tirelessly. She's still parked on my queen-sized bed while I scrunch up on my twin size, so at least she gets a good rest. When I go out I need to shop for some storage bins to rearrange some items in that room, so I can move in. But when I do, she'll be evicted, so "move over, Mia!"

Tomorrow I'm having a day out with my sister who has graciously consented to helping me fix up my daddy's old pump house that is literally falling apart and blowing away. It seemed to be a pretty sturdy structure years ago, which he insulated with packing peanuts. Unfortunately, the rotting outer board has so decomposed that the peanuts are blowing in the breeze...all over the block...or at least across my yard. With the increasing winds, however, I'm sure the neighbors shared in my excitement of picking up these nasty little inventions of man, wondering, no doubt, if it was raining odd shaped pieces of styrafoam. Chicken Little would be so stoked!

Besides that task we are going to measure for a kitchen floor and for other tasks requiring building materials. I need to locate a reasonably priced storage shed before winter, so I am scoping out the sheds at Home Depot and Lowes, and we may stop by one of those businesses who sell buildings. Who knows, I may find a bargain. I must remain optimistic, as by next summer, if I'm still around, I plan to buy my John Deere riding lawnmower. I love my push mower that self-propels, but my son has a bad back, so I want him to have a nice toy. But, it's all up to the Lord, as He's the one who calls the shots. It is, after all, His money. I hope I'm stewarding it well.

On Thursday evenings I hold my Harvest Online Group study, and there were four in attendance tonight. I have six faithful attendees, including myself, which is kind of nice, as it allows more discussion time, as a general rule. Nonetheless, I miss the other people, and I just hope they are connecting somewhere. Harvest Ministries offers so many community resources, but I still say, as it is true, that face-to-face connection is the best. Having these gals with me really makes a difference though, and I hope I offer come support that will encourage them in their day to day walk with Jesus. After the online meeting, I visited a while by telephone with one of the members, and we had a nice little chat. Sometimes I feel as if I am having a Monologue conversation, as it takes me so long to say anything, so I ramble. To say my life is "complex or complicated," is a tragic understatement. My life...well...is my life...with a lot of wear and tear, frustration, and many tearful conversations with Abba. He is so into our lives, and He's never too busy to listen or, if we allow Him, give us His opinion about things. He's a great Abba, Father, and I love Him, as much as any human being knows how to love anyone, especially a Holy God.

I wish I had some spiritual wisdom to impart to my followers who are going through shaking, pruning, uncertainties, and other spiritual challenges, but when things become more chaotic and affects everyone, then that place must be doing something right for mankind. Enough said.

Day 217 My World

 

8/5/2026

"Prayer should be free, spontaneous, vital fellowship

between the created person and the personal Creator, in

which Life should touch life. The more that prayer becomes the

untrammeled, free, and natural expression of the desires of

our hearts, the more real it becomes."

 

O. Hallesby

 

 

I think better after getting a haircut. I've been long overdue one, so maybe that's why my mind's been a little fuzzy lately. Chocolate also makes me feel a bit clearer, too, so I sent my son to the store to buy me a Butterfinger. Maybe ice cream would have been better, but the candy and the Dr. Pepper helped tremendously. He also bought Sour Patch Gummies, but he hid those from me. Smart move, as I can't handle too much sugar, and Dr. Oz would not approve!

 

It was another very early morning, but it was quiet and prayer time more real than it's been lately. I always pray - I don't give Abba many free moments, especially with all the requests for prayer. I made a promise that I wouldn't resort to "pat answers," but I'd wait for His direction. Not that I have any answers. I rely on the strength of His word, and the Bible is full of powerful promises. Knowing how to apply them is the key, but having a pure heart is the secret. Not a well-kept one, as God freely gives when we ask.

 

As I've mentioned previously, many fiery darts of the wicked one have been headed my way, and before one thing is acknowledged, four more arrows fly my way. I feel like a target after everyone has had their shot. Thankfully, not all are bull's eye! I'm trying to be patient and trustful, but I admit that I have been feeling a little weary some days. I think I tend to over compensate with menial tasks such as trying to rid my bushes of the Virginia Creeper, and once more I see that I may have poisoned my arm. I'm not too certain what has happened, but so far the poison seems isolated to one area, or so I'm calling it. I call it one more little dart of the enemy. I tried the Rambo effect of applying extreme heat to the area to cauterize it, after using Epsom salt straight on to ease the sting and itch, but I think I may have overdone the abuse. So much for thinking I'm all that and a bag of chips, as the saying goes! So I decided to try a more conventional means of soothing a wound by cleansing with Sovereign Silver and slapping a cloth bandage on it. Actually, it worked for a while.

 

This morning after the prayer call we headed out to purchase our refrigerator...again! This time we asked all the right questions and received more information than the first time. We had to pay a little more, but God ensured we received our 18 months without interest - a sure blessing for this retired ole lady. I love wriggle room. My daddy taught me how to finagle a deal, how to save up and buy things with cash when possible. I miss him, and I sure which he could send me some notes from heaven about this house. He was a fixer-upper, and he was a genius when it came to using what he had on hand when he didn't have the money to buy a new part. Sometimes sons think their dads are not too smart, but let me just say, my dad was an Einstein or smarter!! And mama made the Proverbs 31 wife who stayed up all night, her candle never going out, doing this and that look like a bored housewife. Mama was quiet and very kind, but she was sharp as a tack, and daddy counted on her sewing skills and savvy to work some miracles. 

 

I always love the close of my days on Wednesdays. They can be power-packed with two late Bible studies after a 7 pm prayer call, an 8 pm Hour with Jesus with Terry MacAlmon and his wife Liz. but this week I fudged a little and hung out with Terry and Liz, blogged, and watched an action movie - a blast from the past. It may seem as if I'm watching a lot of movies, but I prefer music while I'm reading and talking to Abba. But somehow I've needed to step away and be more normal. Is that even possible for my life? But then, my life is normal for me. It's just the rest of the world, other than my fellow intercessors, who have the other lives. I'm not tied down to grandchildren - other than a noisy little kitten and two demanding adult cats, one lazing inside and the other outside on my window sill meowing for me to come out and play at 3 am. I don't have a husband, and bless my son because he likes his quiet time also. His is quite the opposite of mine, but no worries. I know he loves Jesus and talks to God in his own way. I'm not so certain that he invites Abba to watch movies with him, like I do, but he's wise enough to know what God likes and what he doesn't. Actually, spending time with Jesus is what I do. I'm certain He loves movies, popcorn, Junior Mints, and Mexican Coke...in moderation, of course. He knows Dr. Oz quite well! In fact I'll be President Trump asked God if Dr. Oz was the right pick for the CMS position. Go figure!!

 

Well, this is a wrap and the end of my day. Thanks for the visit. Leave a comment. Isn't that the way most podcasts end?   

Day 216 Time

 

8/4/2026

"Sow to yourselves in righteousness, reap in mercy, 

break up your fallow ground; for it is time to seek the Lord, 

till He come and rain righteousness upon you." 

Hosea 10:12 

 

As I attempt to makes sense of my notes I have scribbled on the pages of my journal, so I can finish writing this blog, my thoughts begin to wander, thinking about the events of the day. Today was a very important day for Virginia as we gathered at the polls to vote for the primary election for a Senate seat in Congress. The incumbent's seat was uncontested, so the other party had three candidates running. The curious thing about this primary is that it was not listed on Pray the Vote, and the only way I knew about it was I received an email that made me ask questions. Even a poll worker did not realize that we had a US Senate seat open. The polls had been open for early voting since mid-June, but fortunately I was still able to cast my vote a few days early. I also made certain that I posted this information, so other voters could know. The sad thing is that many people don't vote primaries; they wait until the general election. Then when things don't work out their way, they complain. There are no words. 

 

I had awakened very early in the morning, but rather than get up I decided to just lie still and talk to God about some things that were troubling me. I've been concerned about a friend who is not living the life God has for him. I had a conversation with someone, remarks were made, and I couldn't understand the insensitive manner in which this person was speaking of my friend. I wondered if somehow I had provoked the conversation with my comments about my life, and yet I really don't think this had anything to do with me. Perhaps it was the alcohol being consumed. I left feeling very disheartened, and although it has been several weeks now, I can't get it out of my mind or heart. I feel broken.

 

I just finished reading through the book of Isaiah, and I must say that it is a long and rather difficult study. Don't misunderstand, as I love the book, it is one of my favorite chapters in the Bible, but Isaiah had a tough job prophesying to a rebellious people who eventually were lead away into captivity, because they chose not to repent. Today I began the book of Jeremiah, better known as the weeping prophet, who was sent to warn Judah of its coming judgment. As I am reading through these passages I see shadows of what is happening now in my own country. Things I would never have imagined happening in a nation founded on godly principles, and yet I've been reading about the children of Israel. I must say that sometimes it becomes too much to bear.

 

Each day I have to weed through my emails trying to clear out the tragic news from reputable, Christian journalists who are informing of recent events for prayer. As of today we have been standing with Israel on the wall for 1033 days since the massacre on 10/7/2023. The good thing is that there haven't been any attacks in Israel or trips to the bomb shelters for a while, and I pray that stays that way. But the reality is that it will not last forever, and the uncertainty can cause much anxiety.

 

Much is going on all over the world, and much evil is raising its head in America. Over the years the threat has been here, but now it is out in the open, blatantly obvious, yet ignored. Those who understand and who can spiritually discern the signs, are making attempts to warn the church leaders, but they either do not believe or they do not care. The silence from the church is deafening. The increasing danger in our country is becoming so great that a well-known comedian attempted to openly share on his show the lies and cover ups, exposing the truth, that no one wanted to believe. Nonetheless, he did it, and I pray all the people who finally realized he was not joking, but in his own way was attempting to warn the people, will wise up and listen up. This man is very popular, so perhaps if the secular world becomes aware, the church will follow suit. And here I always thought the church were the leaders?!

 

I can't help but think of the words of George Whitefield again shouting the words "AWAKE, O SLEEPER!" Who knows, maybe someone is listening!

Day 215 Fresh Wind

 

8/3/2026 

"And He said to me, 'Son of man,

can these bones live?'"  

Ezekiel 37:3 

 

The parable of the valley of dry bones in Ezekiel 37 is about the restoration of God's people in the land of Israel. When this vision was given to Ezekiel he was in Babylon where the Jewish people had been exiled by God, using the enemy Babylon as His agent of judgment against his people for their sins.  Ezekiel was a priest and a prophet who was called by God to minister to Judah during their 70 years of captivity in Babylon. God spoke His message through Ezekiel using prophecies, parables, signs, and symbols to dramatize His message to His exiled people. As noted, God is giving Ezekiel another glance at the future and restorative hope of Israel.

As born-again believers through faith in Jesus Christ as Messiah, we are praying for the eyes of the Jewish people to be opened to this prophetic words, as well as those in Isaiah and other prophets who prophesied of the coming of Messiah, but who missed the hour of His visitation. While the non-Messianic Jews pray for Messiah to come and restore the kingdom on earth, the Messianic believers join us in prayers for salvation of the Jews and the God's kingdom to come, as Jesus prayed while He was here on earth. As born-again believers, we have been given the right to become sons of God and heirs, joint-heirs. In Romans 9 - 11, Paul speaks of Gentiles being grafted into the vine, Jesus Christ, and we are able to share in the blessings God gave to His chosen people through His covenant with Abraham. Many people have misinterpreted the new covenant Jesus spoke about with his disciples on the evening of His betrayal, regarding the new covenant of His body and His blood. Jesus told them that He did not come to abolish the Law or the Prophets, He came to fulfill them (Matthew 5:17). God has not forsaken His people. He severely punished them, but as I write this blog, prophecy is being played out with the return of the Jews to Israel, the land that God gave to them. Many prophecies have already been fulfilled, but there is much to come. We all have a part to play in the restoration of Israel, returning the Jews to the land and provoking them to jealousy so they will look on the One whom they pierced as according to Zechariah 12:10, realizing Messiah has come already. Then their eyes will be opened, and all of Israel will be saved (Romans 11:26). The days are getting shorter while most of the church sleeps or is in denial or in fear and unbelief.

As we prayed today, we asked God for a fresh wind to blow over us and over Israel. We need a bold shaking of the church - a spiritual earthquake to uproot the lies and false doctrines being taught in our churches, synagogues, seminaries, and elsewhere concerning the restoration of the Jews to their God-given homeland and their right to be a country. We pray for the scales to fall from the eyes of the Jewish people to see that Jesus is the Messiah, come in the flesh! We all need a fresh breath from Holy Spirit to blow over all of us - a fresh breath of life - and a fresh call from Jesus Himself saying "Follow Me!"    

One intercessor said that we needed a "chiropractic moment" where the body of Christ is put back into alignment with God's will and purpose on this earth at this time. I have been reading Isaiah, and I have wept so many tears for the lost, some in churches, who do not know the Savior. I weep for those caught in the snares of sin who think God is okay with it. If it's written in the Word of God that it is sin, then God is never okay with it! The entire point of all of this wrong teaching and lifestyle is that God is not a man that He will lie, He changes not, and He does not ever, EVER, go against His Word, or else He would go against Himself. How many times in the scriptures did He say He had done something so that "they would know that I alone am GOD!" He is Holy, and we are called to be holy and live a separate life, different from the world and the culture, surrendered to His will yet free, for whom the Son sets free is free indeed!

Fresh Wind

by Hillsong Worship

 "Spirit sound, rushing wind
Fire of God fall within
Holy Ghost
Breathe on us, we pray

As we repent, turn from sin
Revival embers smouldering
Breath of God
Fan us into flame

 We need a fresh wind
The fragrance of Heaven
Pour Your Spirit out
Pour Your Spirit out" 

Day 214 Stop and Consider

  

8/2/2026

 "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 reassures me and makes me feel as if I'm not too far off the mark of following God's lead and purpose when I hear someone say the words I have spoken so often. Day in and day out, wherever I go, and whatever I do, I voice the same concerns, whether it be to myself, to another whom I feel may understand, or to Abba, because I talk to Him about everything, as it should be. But hearing someone, of importance in the ministry, recognizing that one of the main problems we have is too many distractions happening at the same time, in different places, with one reason, to take our focus off God's plan, really took me by surprise. It seemed as if the light bulb had been turned on. And yet, I have had this same one speak of being cautious and not quick to jump to the conclusions of others. He realizes that the enemy's greatest game plan is to divide and conquer, although people are becoming wise to it. But what does it take to come to this place of clear vision?!

Nearing three years of daily prayer with Israel has taught me much about God's chosen people, about the restoration of Israel in the end times, and about the land covenant. The more I read my Bible in my quiet time, away from distractions, asking Abba questions, then hearing the same questions asked by another, has made me wonder who truly reads the Bible and understands it. It is inconceivable to me that even the professors at seminaries do not have a clear understanding of what the scriptures teach when it comes to Israel and God's irrevocable covenant. How many times did God say that He changes not! And if they do not see clearly regarding Israel, how then can they clearly regard what Paul explained about the Gentiles being grafted into the vine as wild olive shoots! These things must first become knowledge in our personal walk with the Lord. Many people talk about getting alone with the Lord, and yet, where is the fruit that Jesus said we would see! Where are the miracles? Why then so much hatred and antisemitism, and now Christian Zionism hatred. Does anyone even know what a Christian Zionist is? Well, if you don't, I'm not telling you. 

I realize that there are many who do witness and receive miracles daily, and there are those who live in the miraculous all the time. By that I mean the supernatural feeling of the presence of God regardless of what is going on in life. This does not happen without a high cost. I'm sure some reading, perhaps most, will not understand what I am trying to say, but the important thing is that it is said. Sometimes I think I talk too freely about things, and people may consider it drama, but what I see and hear has never been that. I get way too excited when people ask me about my life, because, first of all, I don't get out that much and have the opportunity to share my life with old friends or family, and God has done so much for me; and secondly, I love to talk about Jesus, and He's the reason for the life I've lived, every crazy twisted path has been His doing - maybe undoing of my messes - to get me back on His direction. My life has been intense, but it has been amazing. Now, would I want to repeat any of it? No, not really, because I would rather have done things God's way at the get go, but my heart was too compassionate, and my mind was too young and inexperienced. Yet, I learned - the hard and painful way. But, I learned!!

Something else that really blows my mind is how trained, educated with degrees, a Spirit filled Christian counselor cannot spiritually discern when someone is not telling the truth. And why would they encourage a Christian patient, who is obviously filled with unforgiveness, hatred and anger to curse without restraint, because it has to get out of their systems, no matter how many sessions it takes. Somehow it seems that the Word of God would be better than evil communication and dwelling on the past. I don't understand that. But then, who am I to know?!

Friendship is another mixed feeling for me. A friend is one who sticks closer than a brother, according to the Bible. Jesus called Judas friend as he betrayed Him. A friendship should remain steadfast even if there has been time between visits or a distance between due to one moving away. Over time they lose touch, but once they are reunited, it should be as if nothing has changed. Perhaps the years have brought changes physically, even emotionally, with many experiences - such as marriage and children - tucked in between, but the connection that was real should still be there. I have such relationships, and I treasure them. But there are times when we think someone is a friend, we even call them friends, but it is one-sided. I guess I've answered my own question in mulling this over, as I was wondering why a friend wouldn't invite me to a wedding or let me know great news firsthand. Now I understand, and it's okay. I am still overjoyed. 

I wonder if I should write my own book of questions or thoughts, like Solomon's Ecclesiastes, but I wouldn't agree with his seemingly negative manner of speech. In the end he gets it straight about God's way being the only way, but all the rest I'll just talk to Abba about. For me, that seems the better way. I know He's my Friend, but I won't allow anything to come between our friendship. It's too precious. I wish it could be that way in every case.

Day 213 Sabbath Rest

 

8/1/2026

"And he said to them, 'The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath. 

So the Son of Man is lord even of the Sabbath.'”  

Mark 2:27-28 

 

Remember when we were kids, and the teacher was given the excuse that "the dog ate my homework" was often used by a student who neglected to do their homework? Well, I can say that I have a kitten who is learning the new habit of chewing up the pages of my journal, and she has been honing in on my notes and Bible ribbon book markers. She's a crafty one at eight or nine weeks. Where will her mischief take her next?! 

I didn't quite make the 4 am Shabbat service at Kehilat HaCarmel in Israel at 4 am, but I did tune in at 5:30 am and enjoyed a quiet early morning worship before the global prayer call, followed by my service with Jacob's Tent Fellowship in Cleveland, Tennessee. The study continued in Deuteronomy as Moses is reminding the children of Israel about their forty years of wandering and the faithfulness of the Lord. As we began reading in Chapter 7 the subject was Blessing & Obedience, from the Torah portion entitled Ekev which means "Reward." Moses continues his speech about obedience to the Lord, and in verses Chapter 8, verses 5-6 he says "You should know in your heart that as a man chastens his son, so the LORD your God chastens you. Therefore you shall keep the commandments of the LORD your God, to walk in His ways and to fear Him." 

Moses was sharing that obedience to God's commands brings blessings, urging them to listen to the reminders of the past, and to escape the anger of God and the suffering they encountered for their disobedience, grumbling and complaining. Suffering is a manifestation of God's love for His people, as it empowers us so we can face larger challenges. 

Hebrews 12:3-11 reminds us that the discipline of God is for our benefit as well:

"For consider Him who endured such hostility from sinners against Himself, lest you become weary and discouraged in your souls. You have not yet resisted to bloodshed, striving against sin. And you have forgotten the exhortation which speaks to you as to sons: 'My son do not despise the chastening of the LORD, nor be discouraged when you are rebuked by Him; for whom the LORD loves He chastens, and scourges every son whom He receives.'  If you endure chastening, God deals with you as with sons; for what son is there whom a father does not chasten? But if you are without chastening, of which all have become partakers, then you are illegitimate and not sons. Furthermore, we have had human fathers who corrected us, and we paid them respect. Shall we not much more readily be to subjection to the Father of spirits and live? For they indeed for a few days chastened us as seemed best to them, but He for our profit, that we may be partakers of His holiness. now no chastening seems to be joyful for the present, but painful; nevertheless, afterward it yields the peaceable fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it." 

Honoring the Sabbath Day to keep it holy was one of the first commands God gave, and He repeated it over and over again, reminding His stubborn, rebellious people of the importance of resting on this day, of honoring Him as the Creator of all heaven and earth. The people of Israel still honor God's word and this command to rest. I have observed this Sabbath tradition all my life, but not until a few years ago did I begin to call Saturday my official day of rest as commanded by the scriptures. I was raised attending church on Sundays, but now I honor both days. I honor the Sabbath day to keep it holy, and I attend traditional Christian services on Sunday at the local church. I have the best of both worlds which in fact are only one world if we rightly divide the word of God. I won't go there today, but I am passionate about God's word.

Today's day of rest was somewhat more placid; and I know that staying away from news as much as is possible, has done me a world of good. I know God does not want us to worry and become upset over any thing that is happening or has been threatened. Our eyes are on him.  

212 End of a Normal Day

 

7/31/2026

"No weapon formed against you shall prosper,

and every tongue which rises against you

in judgment you shall condemn. This is the heritage

of the servants of the LORD, and their 

righteousness is from Me," says the LORD."

Isaiah 57:14  

 

My sleep has been very poor lately. I am used to getting up in the night trotting to the bath room after drinking too much water or even a glass of tea for supper, and I am used to be awakened during the night for something special - prayer for someone. The latter occasions I am very alert, so I don't have problems remaining awake, regardless of the hour and how late I had gone to bed in the first place. But last night I seemed to be up and down a lot, so it was easy to fall asleep again. Honestly, I really didn't want to get up, that is until I heard a voice sharply say "Linda!" and I shot up like a light! If I had heard "Linda Susan" I would have known I was in deep trouble, but this wasn't an angry voice, but a command, the best I can describe it. It was not even 5:30 am, and although I'd gone to bed too late, or early, I wasn't tired, and I knew I was meant to get up then. 

I remember being quite concerned about some information I had read in one of my devotionals yesterday, recalling also the conversation with my neighbor about not trusting anyone. Some other strange events had also happened in the evening, and I began to really sense the difficulty people are having and how closely they may be coming into these same feelings of despair by allowing distractions into their lives. The enemy is very deceptive, and he's cunning and smooth as butter on hot corn on the cob. I know, because I got caught up more than once into his snares, laid every so craftily, the players in my life primed and ready to go. Gratefully, God has always been my constant, so I was freed, and finally those doors closed tightly behind me. But I am more cautious now where my feet travel and whose company I keep. But it also made me more alert to what is going on around me. One friend recently told me that I might have a spirit of Issachar. Issachar was one of the sons of Jacob who, the scriptures say in 1 Chronicles 12:32 "were men that had understanding of the times, to know what Israel ought to do;..."   

What she was saying to me, I think, is that I knew things, but all I know is what God says is happening, and I am learning to discern by what I see and have learned. I don't think about having any special gifting when it comes to the prophetic. I do know that Holy Spirit tells me what to say when I am sent into a situation where I know I am about to be "set up" or falsely accused. I know what it feels like to deliver the message, almost get booted out of the house, only to be called two weeks later in a sort of apology to let me know I had spoken the truth - about something I had no clue about. This is how the Lord teaches me things I need to know sometimes. Only God knows why I must endure these weird experiences in order to deliver a word to someone who is hurting others. Someone who, interestingly enough, was a false prophet. I was still young in learning about the supernatural at that time. Little did I realize at the time how quickly my life would change as I grew in intercessory prayer. 

Later yesterday afternoon I read an article by Mario Murillo calling out a person who had likened their healing ministry to that of Kathryn Kuhlman, a person who had never met Miss Kuhlman, but Mario had known her. Actually I believe Mario said the person said "they were the next Kathryn Kuhlman."  Wow, that's pretty presumptuous of anyone to say, I thought. I'm glad Mario made the point that there can only be one Miss Kathryn Kuhlman, because God made her unique, and her gift of healing was not in her power, but Holy Spirit who lived inside of her. Many times I have listened to her speak and heal. All she talked about was the power of Holy Spirit in the room with her, not being able to minister without the presence of God living in her, and this is exactly what I speak about - dwelling in the secret place of the Most High. If we are serious about the call of God, about a relationship with Him, we must know and experience His presence. 

With evening services and Shabbat beginning soon, I decided that I needed to hustle out and cut the grass, but before I was to pull on my hiking boots and grab my cap and gloves, the phone rang. I answered to the troubled voice of my friend in New Mexico, obviously shaken by something, so I settled back down in my chair to listen. The grass could wait! My friend is a little younger than I am, and her husband is now in his 80's and his health is up and down, so my first thoughts were of him. They've been working on the well for about a week, and that's the last thing he needs to be doing in a drought, in fire season, inhaling the smoke of nearby wildfires. Thankfully, her husband was doing okay, other than still no luck getting the problems with the well sorted out.  

His sister moved over to New Mexico from California, and has been living in a nursing home in Santa Fe that costs a mint. My friend has to help take care of her, because they do not have adequate or competent staff in Memory Care to take care of the residents. The concern in my friend's voice was regarding his sister and the nursing facility. My friend had received a telephone call informing her of a meeting she had to attend regarding charges against her for smacking the resident in front of so-called witnesses. Had she not been so upset I would have laughed at this ludicrous accusation and obvious slander by some unhappy staff member who had been caught with her fingers in the pie, and called it a load of garbage, but I patiently listened to the story. Of course with cameras in the rooms, insufficient information, and on and on, it is easy to see that my first reaction was true - a load of garbage! Since I've known my friend for so many years, and I also was the case manager for her mother, I know her personality and mannerisms, as do many, many professionals in long term care, who also know her character, her patience, her kindness in responding to those who do not provide adequate care for residents. As a matter of fact, there have been many complaints voiced to her about this facility, and many have relocated their family members elsewhere. A plan of appropriate action was discussed based on my experience with such facilities, she was calmed, and I was able to pray for her. Monday she'll be able to deal with the situation peacefully, and hopefully the matter will be resolved. The devil has been busy once more, as the tell tale signs are obvious, but as with all trials, we must endure to the end. My friend is locked and loaded, spiritually speaking, for bear!

This is the first time I have prayed confidently, speaking God's words boldly with an individual since the death of a friend. I have been able to pray with groups where there's a leader, and we corporately agree with scripture, but not within a small group, other than my Thursday night online meeting. Naturally I talk to Abba about daily needs and long lists of prayer requests, including prayer points for Israel, Iran, American, and other countries and situations, but I've been dealing with some suppressed feelings that needed to be examined a bit more closely. But God knows that I've been MIA (missing in action) in some cases, and He's gotten my attention back on one to one ministry. I dropped out of another private group, because I felt that I didn't fit in, and whereas that may also be "a load of garbage" staged by the devil or my own insecurity at times, it may have been the best solution for me, although I do miss the people and appreciate the opportunity. Corporate prayer has in many ways distracted me from feeling able to pray one-on-one. I know that sounds lame, for lack of a better word, but I think you get the idea. Plus, each day the enemy unleashes more and more distractions, and I become fatigued by the condition of the sleeping church and by people who don't seem to call a spade a spade. I'm probably using old colloquialisms, but again, you get my meaning! 

I finally managed to get outside and cut the grass, except for one side. I got busy moving some things out of the way, so I could cut an area I failed to clear completely before the rains came, so I had to leave it for Monday. I must say it does look nice, but my Sabbath rest started at 6 pm with Shabbat in the Home, so all work ends and rest begins. Prior to that I enjoyed a meal cooked by my son, who is a huge help to me, and later on I watched a movie. Yes to popcorn, Junior Mints, and Coke! It was a perfect way to begin another day of rest. I'm anxious to see what tomorrow brings!

211 Strength in Weakness

 

7/30/2026

"To say prayers in a decent, delicate way is not heavy work. But

to pray really, to pray till hell feels the ponderous stroke, 

to pray till the iron gates of difficulty are opened, till the mountains

of obstacles are removed, till the mists are exhaled and the clouds

are lifted, and the sunshine of a cloudless day brightens - 

this is hard work, but it is God's work and man's best labor."

 

Some days, most days here lately, my journal is full of ramblings about a world gone mad, pastors and their flock going another way, and once stronger Christians losing faith, weary from the lateness of the hour and the ignorance of those who watch it happen. So where do I fit in the list? 

It's disconcerting to hear my once strong neighbor speak about everyone being corrupt, not being able to trust anyone, and wanting to escape where there's no news. Sadly, there's no such place. Technology has even reached the backwoods of my securest hiding places, so we have to determine to shut devices off and learn to relax. Many are being told that God is in control, so we don't have to be concerned, but we do need to be aware and pray. I won't repeat myself about being a doer of the word, but more action is required if we want to resist the devil and be a voice against the evil in this lawless society. 

My neighbor is much younger than I am, still working, but the office has its own drama. Recently she lost her precious puppy of nineteen years, and this has had a devastating effect on her. Her heart is broken, and rightly so, as pets are so innocent and dependent on their humans that it's like having another child and a best friend. Dogs listen when we're sad, and they cheer us up when nothing else can. It's their unconditional love. Shortly after Fido's death, she learned that a close friend, who had been diagnosed with cancer, had passed away. She admitted that she just didn't think she could handle much more.

Each day I receive numerous emails and text messages asking for prayer for someone with a new diagnosis of cancer. One mention of that diagnosis, and a person flies into a panic. Then the next thing is to ask for prayer, and although they are asking many times for healing, the undertones of doubt are evident. A sense of hopelessness fills the church.

So where do I stand, or fit, in the list above? I haven't changed my point of view, because I know my Redeemer lives, and I know that He conquered death, hell, and the grave, because He said He did. I believe His word, and I stand on it. With all my heart I try to think on the "good, the pure, the lovely, the things of a good report; if there's any virtue, if there is any praise, I think on these things" (Philippians 4:8).

Many things are happening in our world, in our country, but we must keep our focus fixed on Jesus Christ, and be in the word of God. If we are going to walk in faith, we must know why we believe in Christ and put our trust in God in the first place. It's very important to be part of a local church, the body of Christ, with a pastor who teaches the uncompromising word of God. We can't pick and choose scriptures, so when we read and study the Bible, study the scriptures in context. Unless we are grounded in scripture, it becomes increasingly easy to become confused when the enemy brings doubts into our minds and to deviate from the plan of God for our lives. 

Things are happening that I never thought possible, although scripture said it would happen. It's easy to become discouraged when we see well-known men and women of God become ensnared in unholy actions. But rather than become involved in gossip and criticism, use it as an opportunity to pray for others and for restoration. We all sin and fall short of the glory of God. Each day I ask God to set a guard over my thoughts and mouth. If we are to be salt and light in this world, representing Christ to those who do not know Him, then we must examine our hearts daily. We are called to be His hands and feet, reaching out to others. 

In order to do our jobs we have to be rested up and ready to move when God said "Go!"  

Day 210 The Language of Faith

 

7/29/2026 

"A great leader never sets himself above his followers

except in carrying responsibilities."

Daily Walk

 

"Jeg gør det på min måde, og det er okay" is a Danish phrase that means "I do it my way, and that is okay." It expresses personal freedom, self-acceptance, and confidence in one's own choices."

I stumbled across this photo, and I thought that it expressed my idea of freedom - one who is content in their own skin, someone who doesn't conform to social norms, someone who feels free enough to be who she or he truly is - unique. Although liberated in style, this lady is modest, just casual and comfortable. Personally I love her boots and socks. It reminds me of my wardrobe when I lived in New Mexico. Now that I'm older, I haven't really changed who I am or my style, I just don't have the opportunity to go many places, and my wardrobe has gotten limited and extremely old, but not too tattered to continue to wear. One of my dreams is to create fashion with a creative flair, just like this lady, but the textiles are not readily available. I have been wearing my hiking boots to work in the yard and cut the grass. Walking over mole-infested earth is like taking a trek up a muddy slope, only more sinking than slipping. Fortunately, the little varmints have moved on to the neighbor's house up the street since we got our new earth-friendly pest control. Now I just have to contend with the irregular lay of the land. My boots make it easier and so much fun!  

If my hiking boots were clean, and not green from grass stain, I'd probably wear them to church. I enjoy walking to church, even on hot days, so I wear tennis shoes most days. My "earth shoes" feel like walking barefoot, but sadly they fell apart after twenty years - imagine that! Nothing lasts forever anymore! I've always worn long skirts, and most of those are still hanging on after thirty-five years. Rayon is hard to find these days, but the fabric holds up and looks well for years. My home sewn skirts can attest to that! My tennis shoes may clash with my Sunday best, especially the red ones, but they cushion my feet for the walk and are still acceptable.

Personality is very important, and we are each unique in God's eyes. He created us in His image to represent Him to the world. Right now the world has veered so far off the straight and narrow road that old-fashioned ways I grew up with - like respecting God's house  - have been compromised to make people feel "comfortable" which somehow makes them feel more accepted. I didn't realize that it took a cup of coffee and a bagel to do that. Silly me! I thought I thought a friendly "welcome" and a hug made people feel good. I thought our food and drink was the word of God. I don't eat in church, unless I'm having a meal in the fellowship hall. I feel this is respect for God's house where He meets with us. Also,  our body is the temple of Holy Spirit, so we should always be concerned with our appearance and the manner in which we conduct ourselves and live our lives. Jesus welcomed all just as they are, but once we accept Christ as Savior and Lord, we give of the best to our Master, and our appearance chances - inside to outside. We are called to be salt and light to this world lost in darkness, and our celebration of the Lord's Supper is not a eat all you want time, rather it is a time to remember His sacrifice for us. Children need to understand this observance.

I'm not here to criticize or dog on anyone. I am attempting to convey the thought that while individuality is a good thing, when it becomes compromise, even if it begins with the purest of intentions, can turn things away from what God intended. In churches, church growth is necessary on a practical sense to keep the lights on and the doors open. As I attempted to say in an earlier blog, God wants us focused on building His kingdom than adding numbers to our individual churches. The book of Acts is the clearest example of the church God ordained, even to the flow of the gifts of the Spirit, but that is another subject, perhaps for another day.

God's desire is to see His kingdom come. When the disciples asked Jesus to teach them to pray, His first words were: "Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy Name. Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done, on earth, as it is in Heaven." God's desire from the beginning was to dwell in relationship with us, but man had his own ideas. They wanted a king like the heathen nations, so God chose Saul, whose pride was his downfall, as is often a detriment today. There are two scriptures that clearly speak of leadership:

"Let every soul be subject to the governing authorities. For there is no authority except from God, and the authorities that exist are appointed by God." (Romans 13:1)

"And He changes the times and the seasons; He removes kings and raises up kings; He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to those who have understanding." (Daniel 2:21)

The scripture in Romans is often misinterpreted as meaning we are obligated to agree with whomever is in leadership, regardless of what they are saying, doing, or legislating. But this is not totally accurate. We are to be law-abiding and live in peace, and we respect and pray for our leaders, but we obey God rather than man when things are contrary to His will and direction. So when there is a choice to be made, as believers in Christ, we follow God. This is not to say we are rebellious, it only means that we stand on the side of righteousness. As followers of Christ, we must be bold and courageous and never fear man, but we are to respect positions of authority. Colossians 4:5-6 says: "Walk in wisdom toward those who are outside, redeeming the time. Let your speech always be with grace, seasoned with salt, that you may know how you ought to answer each one." 

Our language should always be the language of faith in God's word, and our actions should represent our trust and hope in Him as the Author and Finisher of our faith. One way we make a difference and have a positive voice in our world is to become involved in the working of our government, whether in leadership or volunteer service, but we do not base our decisions on a party or political thought, but on Biblical statutes. What does the Word of God say. One way we have a positive voice in our nation is to vote, and it is a freedom and civic duty afforded us as citizens. Rather than complain, we can participate and engage. This is being a doer of the word and not a hearer only. 

I just read in Daily Walk that "God specializes in using the obscure to accomplish the awesome." We don't always have to be wealthy, or know the right people, or have endorsements of others in leadership to be chosen by God to do His work. He asks for surrender, obedience, and faith. Confidence in being who He has called us to be, even when we may feel foolish in the eyes of the world. But the Lord feels differently:

"For you see your calling, brethren, that not many wise according to the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble, are called. But God has chosen the foolish things of the world to put to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to put to shame the things which are mighty; and the base things of the world and the things which are despised God has chosen, and the things which are not, to bring to nothing the things that are, that no flesh should glory in His presence." (1 Corinthians 1:26-29) 

Let us walk in the confidence He has given us and do the things that are pleasing in His sight - in faith!