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TABERNACLING 2021: Feast of Tabernacles Day 2

Tabernacling with the Triune Father is not always an easy walk in the proverbial garden. It is a walk on a narrow path in beautiful surroundings.  It is a walk that I look forward to every day and thank Him for every night.  But…His lessons are not always the lessons I want to learn, and I get a little whiny and grumpy. Makes me wonder what kind of lessons Adam and Eve were learning as they TABERNACLED with Him face-to-face, and if they got a little whiny and grumpy as well.

I should have known that the Feast of Tabernacles would be more than just symbolic. TABERNACLING is communing in faith with the One who loves me more than I can understand. That’s why it is called faith. After all, if He gave me the word, TABERNACLE, to ponder during 2021, I really should have anticipated more hard lessons during the holy days called Feast of TABERNACLES.

“As iron sharpens iron, So a man sharpens the countenance of his friend.”

Proverbs 27:17

In fact most days, if I am really being nudged by that pesky Spirit of GOD, I want to pull my hair out because I can feel all of them working at filing down those rough, iron edges of my human self with their loving iron of wisdom and truth.

Nothing has gone the way I thought it would go this week.  Today even less so.  The daughter and her family have bought a new home, so yesterday, I postponed my cataract surgery again since they will be right in the middle of the craziness of closing and moving – which – with COVID didn’t make me too sad.  And then – – – the back brakes started squeaking, so I took the car in to be fixed.  It is still there tonight. 

If you know me well, you can know I was standing on my porch tonight looking up at the Father and saying, “Seriously?  This is a good thing?” And did I mention – it has been raining all day – well most of the day – especially every time I took the choc lab girl out for a walk.  Our towels are still wet, and I might have grumped a little more.   

“Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.  Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”

Matthew 11:28-30

It was then I realized that this – the first day of the Feast of TABERNCALES was to be a day of doing nothing…a day of rest. And of course, that is when the Son laughed in my spirit and reminded me to look in m devotional journal from this morning. He then reminded me that 11 years ago, I was burying one of my choc lab girls who had been named after my mother. The special little girl that my farmboy husband had bought for me after my mother died, the 3 year old puppy who had waited for me to come home from school, laid her head in my lap, licked my hand and crossed over the rainbow bridge to all my other puppies who were waiting for her. And then, the next day, my OH home of 20 years caught fire.

Needless to say, I looked down and saw all those metal filings laying on the ground around me, and I had to smile back at Him. Iron does sharpen iron. 

In 2009, He was standing with me, and in 2021, He continues to stand with me like always. That is why Our Father sent Him and the Holy Spirit to TABERNACLE with us as soon as we find His path to walk. He listens to my fears and sadness the same way He listens to my whining and grumpiness – the same way He is rejoicing and singing with me tonight.  It didn’t matter to Him if it was a monstrous hill we had to climb together or a nonsense hill; He is there in case I fall – incase I need some rough edges smoothed out.

As I wrapped up the first full day of the Feast of TABERNCALES and began the second day of the Feast of TABERNCLES of 2021 at sundown, He made His presence known in our TABERNACLE. I began to rejoice at the wisdom that He taught me as we TABERNACLED together even though I can’t see Him face-to-face….even if I am whiny and grumpy – even though I am rejoicing and singing. So tonight, as I listen to Marty Goetz play the piano and sing in His House [TABERNACLE] of Worship on YouTube, I relax and know that Yeshua Ha’Mashiach has lifted my burdens just as He said.

#He draweth nigh #birthpangs #rapture

TABERNACLING 2021: Days of Awe Reflection #9

“Earth is crammed with heaven,

And every common bush is afire with God,

But only he who sees takes off his shoes.

The rest sit around and pluck blackberries.” 

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I wasn’t sure I would write anything today since I finished my prayer challenge yesterday.  There are times that I just wanna take a break after writing consecutively for a bunch of days.  And yet – Father kept sending those GODwink nudges all day, and when tonight, they turned into more of a “Gibb’s slap” up the side of the head, I couldn’t ignore it any longer..   

So – not being one to argue – MUCH – here I am. Pulling out the computer.  Pulling out the journal. Pulling out all the stuff He inputted during devotions and throughout the day. Pulling out my hair (not really – just felt like adding some silliness).

There is something soothing as I reflect back on the blessings that were laid out before me today – one after another.  So much so, that I did want to pull off my shoes; let my toes dig into the red, clay dirt a little; close my eyes; breathe in YAH and breathe out WEH until the fire in the bush flashes and changes the lens in my eyes..

I tend to double check quotes that I read from other sources. I’m doubly glad that I did so tonight.  The quote I used from Browning was essentially right, but it didn’t sound like her prose to me.  It didn’t take long to see that the source I got it from had tried to make it politically correct and more in line with our culture.  I was sad.  First of all – because this was a source that I didn’t foresee as looking through a worldview lens.  Second – I love her poetry and really can’t understand anyone who thinks they can say it better. 

“The Son is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation.  For in Him all things were created, things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities. All things were created through Him and for Him.”

Colossians 1:15-16

Which essentially leads me to tonight’s reflection in these dwindling Days of Awe 2021.  Fiddling with the lens in my eyes has been a literal and spiritual thing this year as I tabernacled with My Father. Actually, been dealing with those lens for a while, but this year it took on a new emphasis as I came closer to that “cataract” surgery happening next month.  Hence, I find Our Father’s sense of irony tickling my funny bone and nudging me often.

For the past 20 years or so, when I have seen a verse in my devotions, I look at the different translations.  For me, it is the same thing as with Brownings’ poetry.  There is something that just doesn’t feel “right” when I read different translations.  Sometimes, the translations seem “way” different.  Most times, they are fairly close. That is when I depend upon His Voice to put the correct lens in place. 

Those who know the Shepherd, know His voice. (Jn 10:27)

In these intense birth pang years, I have come to take off my shoes more and more often. I kneel beside that berry bush – and breathe deeply until I feel the Shepherd standing beside me. He’s always there – I just am blinded by that berry bush and my hunger to eat some of those worldly berries, so I forget to put the right lens in my eyes.  When I put the right lens in my eyes, suddenly, the bush is alive with flames, and His voice is in my ear.

“Yom Kippur is a balancing act of reconciling the past so we can move into the future.”

Rabbi Daniel Lapin

On this Eve of Yom Kippur 2021, I have been reconciling the past of many things in my life, so I can move into the future with the right lens, and the Shepherd guiding me on the path I need to follow. 

I wore one of my TheChosen tee-shirts today.  It was a conversation starter, and with the Shepherd’s gentle nudge, I was able to step out of my comfort zone and share with strangers about His story and blessings in my life.  It was a good start. Again, I am smiling tonight, and I know He is right beside me smiling as well.  I can almost hear Him laughing – “I told you, I answer all prayers in the perfect time, in the perfect way, according to what the Father has given me to share with you.”

The best thing? I know one day – probably sooner than I expect it – the Father will send the Bridegroom to call for His Bride, and I will finally get to see the home that He has been building just for me.   

“And, behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his work shall be. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last. Blessed are they that do his commandments, that they may have right to the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates into the city.”

Revelations 22:12-14

#Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup  #rapture

Yoram Raanan “Burning Bush”

TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #39

“Deep River, Lord, my home is over Jordan.  Deep River, Lord, I wanna cross over into camp ground.”

I have been missing my mom today.  Not sure why.  It is not a special day in my treasure chest memories. It is not a day that I could find any thing written in her multitude of journals sitting on my shelves except for 1958 when she wrote about getting ready to move to her new house on Riverside Dr. 

But – I did find her 1936 book of songs. No copy machines or computers, in those days, so she wrote out song after song in her amazing penmanship.  There were notes for some kind of school performance.  People and the songs they would sing.  Food people were bringing to something.  The Braille alphabet. A Taffy recipe. One of her drawings. And a couple things written in handwriting that was not hers but looks like some of my father’s printing.

There are a couple of days I remember sitting beside her at her nursing home.  After school dismissed, I immediately drove to see her after on September 11, 2001.  I wanted to check on her just incase she had watched the news which – having been in politics – was something she did routinely.  She had, but like most things in those days, it was more abstract and meaningless to her.  It was more like a movie she watched on TV, so we held hands and just talked. Still, I was back to check on her the next day. 

There were flags everywhere and on the tables in the dining room. Red,, white and blue were the colors the staff wore and in the hallways. Somewhere in that wellspring of Living Waters that she carried in side of her, she saw the flags and knew to start singing God Bless America, before supper.  It was a favorite of my parents.  They sang it often in the Legion show. But this time there was just her. No piano. No one asking her to do so.  She just sang. Kitchen staff came out, nurses came from the hallways, and soon everyone was singing with her.

“If you knew the gift of God, and who it is who says to you, ‘Give Me a drink,’ you would have asked Him, and He would have given you living water.”

John 4:10

Once we know the One who asked for a drink from the Samaritan woman, the wellspring of Living Waters forever waters the soil of our souls at all times  – whether we are conscious of it or not. 

As I was reading this devotional this morning, I realized that I had never known why Samaritans were despised within the Jewish community…at least – I couldn’t find this file in my memory banks this morning.  I’m sure someone probably mentioned it to me before, I just didn’t log it into the files.

To make a long story short – the Jews in the northern part of the Jewish territory, Samaria, married those outside the Jewish religion and they brought their idols within the families and within the boundaries of this region.  So when Rabbi Yeshua made a point of walking into Samaria and asking a woman – a woman with no husband and living in sin – for a drink of water, it was noteworthy.

Wellsprings of Living Waters are available even to all us ‘Samaritans’ today.  We all still carry those idols in our back pocket and live in sin – just like the woman at the well.  All we have to do is fulfill those same requirements He spoke to her: change our ways and get to know the One who is asking us for a drink.

I was blessed.  My parents introduced the Wellspring of Living Waters to me from conception. I can’t remember a time when Bible stories and Sunday church wasn’t a part of my life.  Today, as I was looking at my mom’s journals, I found one place where she was tickled, because I brought my family, and my big brother brought his family, so we took up two pews at our hometown church.  I remembered that day because it was one of the rare times we were all together in church as a family – except for missing my father and Grandma Mac.

Wellsprings of Living Waters sustain us during the worst of storms and helps us grow the fruits of the spirit during those sunnier times when the living is easy. 

So tonight, while I am still missing mom, dad, and big brother, I am content in the Wellsprings flow.  I miss filling the church pews with our bodies all pressed together reciting the WORD, saying prayers together and singing the old hymns of my youth in commonality. And yet – my eyes continue to look up – waiting for that shout – or that whisper – that our Bridegroom is calling out to all ‘Samaritans’ once again, “Give me a drink.”

Lord, I’ma comin’. Lord, I’ma comin’. I wanna cross over into Camp Ground, Camp Ground, Lord.  I wanna cross over into Camp Ground.”

#Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup  #rapture

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TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #36

The house was full of living then

And there was need to view

The quiet contours of the hills,

Heaven’s vast expanse of blue.

“Then and Now”

I am glad that in times such as this, I am sitting on the sidelines.  It is fun to watch all the pictures of my former students change from being babies to having babies.  It is not so fun to watch them struggle with the complexities that our culture has brought to their doorsteps. 

Last night was one of those nights, that My Father kept waking me up with the names of people He has placed in my sphere, and scriptural prayer echoing in my ear. Nights like that seem long, and usually the next day, I am wiped out. 

Today was different. For a second day – part II, He set free my spirit and an energy to get things done.

“So Christ has truly set us free.”

Galatians 5:1a

I didn’t get everything done, but got a lot.  More importantly, I spent extra time in prayer as I did those things.  Perhaps – like Mordecai told Esther – I was born for such a time as this….well….knowing Scripture like I have been blessed to learn in these latter years, I would say that Our Father definitely does place us exactly where He needs us.  He picks His people to be in a certain place when times are crucial to accomplish those things according to prophecy and His WORD that He might fulfill His covenants with us.

Believe it or not – facing all the chaotic things that are going on in this world – He knew exactly what He was doing when He chose to put you here and nowhere else. After all, He could have created you to exist anywhere in eternity – – and instead – – He set your spirit free in 2021.

The old house is empty now;

With mostly only me.

The trees are crowding up the hill

As if for company.

“Then and Now”

Tonight I am hoping to sleep the night away.  For whatever reason, prayers were on the agenda last night, and while I am not the most attentive person as the Holy Spirit nudges me awake, I do try, because I know I can always nap the next day if I need to do so.  Luckily, that was not the case today even though, I don’t remember sleeping much at all last night. In fact – I even rode 4 miles today when I was at the gym. 

Hmmm…maybe I should go to the gym in the morning more often???

One of the things I do remember from the night of prayer was covering President Biden, Afghanistan, world leaders and the people of our country with prayer.  For me, crying is part of Holy Spirit praying, so as I sniffled my way through my prayers, I thought about that Tuesday morning 20 years ago. A day when I stood in front of my Jr Hi classes and prayed my way through the “2nd Day that will live in infamy” of US history.

Last night, my spirit was set free to pray. Today, my body was set free to accomplish His will in my life.  Tonight, as I say my prayers, I will focus on those things He whispered in my ears last night, and tomorrow, hopefully, I will be set free again to focus on His will.

Pup will chase her ball.  Kitty will go out for about an hour. I will move a few loads of mulch as I prepare the gardens for winter and maybe – build a new garden (some of my rose bushes are not so happy now that many of the trees have grown taller, and the patio is covered with wisteria).  However, I will just have to wait and see where He leads me in my path to bear His fruit.  One thing for sure – I will keep writing. I will keep praying as I work. I will keep looking up and listening because I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that He is drawing nigh.

I would not have them back for good—

My birds have learned to fly—

But I find lovely comfort when

A wild bird nests close by. 

Ruth Belle Graham’s “Then and Now”

“For when we died with Christ we were set free from the power of sin. And since we died with Christ, we know we will also live with him.”

Romans 6:7-11

#Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup  #rapture

TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #35

How the day sneaks by so quickly, I will never understand.  When you get set free from daily job responsibilities, you are pre-set to lose track of time. I get up, the day unfolds and suddenly – WHALLAH – it is time to open the computer and write this reflection for the 35th day of this 40 Day Prayer Challenge. What’s worse, I don’t even remember how we got to the point that this prayer challenge is almost over.

I did get a couple outside tasks done in between storms, which basically means, that I pulled and culled and trimmed enough plants that I can see the outline of my deck….in one section. Actually, I did set free a couple tomatoes buried in all that greenery for my salad at the same time. Sometimes, getting sweaty and smelly is worth the effort. And – if all goes well, by the end of the month, I will be ready to get the house power washed and ready for winter.  Needless to say, winter preparations are a lot different than they are in the north.

“Therefore, if the Son sets you free, you are free indeed.”

John 8:36

At sundown, Rosh Hashanah drew to a close, but the days of reflection continues.  As I was thinking about devotions today and Rosh Hashanah, I couldn’t help but see the similarities between Christ and the Days of Awe. How can I not? When I consider all that He has done for me – for you – for the world – how could I not spend 10 days in Awe thinking about the gifts He shared with all of us.

The Days of Awe are the narrow span of time when the Jewish people are required to look at the past deeds of the previous year.  Analyze their choices, that they might learn and repent of the poor choices, so that their names will be written in the Book of Life.

They are set free of their past and YAH writes their name in the Book of Life for 5782.

In Luke 13, Jesus describes another narrow passage way that exists for those who want to enter eternal life with Him.  He describes it as a gate.  A gate that will only be opened by the Shepherd who loves His sheep; His sheep who know His voice.  It is not enough to just to walk up to the gate and know the name of the Shepherd.  There is that whole AWE thing that we tend to forget about.  That responding to His voice through the Holy Spirit as we bear fruit of our past life and repent over our poor choices.

We will be set free when we accept His Grace – over those yukky thoughts – over our nasty words – over the fruit we didn’t share with others – over those beautiful idols that we have established in our lives because they seem so important in the world – – – – –

We sin every day in this life whether we want to admit it or not, and the best part of knowing the Shepherd’s voice, we know we will be set free of all the troubles of the world by Yeshua Ha’Mashiach whenever we get lost and cry out to Him.

“For when we died with Christ, we were set free from the power of sin. And since we died with Christ, we know we will also live with him.”

Romans 6:7-11

#Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup  #rapture

TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #28

The little cares that fretted me

I lost them yesterday,

Among the fields above the sea,

Among the winds at play;

Among the lowing of the herds,

The rustling of the trees;

Among the singing of the birds,

The humming of the bees.

“Out in the Fields of GOD”

I love being nudged by the Holy Spirit.  One of those antsy feelings that gets me up and just reaching out for something.  Not sure what I’m going to find, but by this time in my life, I trust the nudge. I walk to the bookshelf and reach for the first book that catches my eye. It is the treasure He wanted me to find. I know it as soon as it was in my hands because Our Father’s presence and peace was circling all around. 

I open it, and there is a handwritten note.  The author of the note is named Bethel.  She wrote about ‘Grandma Ruth’.  Looking at the names, I figured out that ‘Grandma Ruth’ had been her mother-in-law.  A ‘Grandma’ that found the LORD during the turmoils of the WWII. The book that had been published in 1945 , and apparently, ‘Grandma’ had accepted the LORD shortly thereafter.

With her small, neat handwriting, Bethel was able to write many things in this penciled note, but the point was that many people in their Illinois church had been praying for Grandma Ruth for many years when GOD answered their prayers.  The result of those prayers brought forth a son who was called to preach and became the husband of Bethel. They in turn raised a family and eventually became grandparents in His perfect timing.

She ends her 2008 note with these affirmations: “Praise GOD for answered prayers and His faithfulness…God answers prayers – He is always faithful.”

YAH’s presence transcends time once again.

Not sure when I picked up Grandma Ruth’s book, but pretty sure it was just a couple of years ago on a free shelf somewhere in the South.  The Best-Loved Religious Poems edited by James Gilchrist Lawson. 

“And the Word became flesh and tabernacled among us, and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth.”

John 1:14

This whole year has been about YAH’s presence – tabernacling with Him – finding His peace in the storms and His joy in the world.  In the Exodus, GOD joined them in the first tabernacle that His people built for Him, but because of their sins, they could not look upon the purity of His truth – His righteousness. Perhaps John the Apostle was thinking of the first tabernacle when he wrote his first chapter.

YAH made such a sacrifice when He sent His Son to show His glory – His grace – His truth in human form.

Today was one of those days – busy, stormy, and full of His presence. Looking at the sky, mowing the grass, praying for those in danger – whether from violence, wildfires, plagues, famine, drought, floods – all the chaotic storms that are shaking our world – – begging us to see the season in which we exist.  We were born for such a time as this.  A time to seek His presence, to tabernacle with Him and bow in repentance that we might be worthy to one day – see His face.

The foolish fears of what might happen,

I cast them all away

Among the clover-scented grass,

Among the new-mown hay;

Among the husking of the corn,

Where drowsy poppies nod,

Where ill thoughts die and good are born – –

Out in the fields with God! 

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup  #rapture

My Grandma Ruth

TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #27

Whoopee!! My energy level was high today.  Got up before 7 so that I could mow the first part of the lawn chore without it being in the 90’s (still sweated through my clothes). Flipped the second mattress, and washed all the bedding.  Cooked a couple of meals that should last me until the weekend (if I’m lucky).  Walked the choc lab girl. Cleaned out one of the over-grown, messy gardens. And tonight – my body my joints and muscles are feeling rather poorly.

Whoever named these the “Golden Years” must have been referring to the fiery pain that purifies us for those “Streets of Gold” that are in our future existence.

The good news is that after doing my stretches, using the inversion board, and applying a few essential oils, poor no longer applies to how my body feels (although, I am definitely planning on climbing gently into that clean bed early).

“Blessed are you poor,
For yours is the kingdom of God.”

Luke 6:20b

Poor was the devotional word today.  It’s a common word that paints a picture in the mind when you hear it. When I read the Be-attitudes in Matthew, I have one picture.  It says, “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven” [Matthew 5: 1]When I read the version in Luke, a different picture forms in my mind.

Poor in spirit” is different than “…you poor, right?

Which makes me wonder – did Matthew write his version because he heard it one way? Did Luke write it in a different way because he saw it different?  Did they write it differently because Our Father put those different pictures in their heads?

And then I hear Him laugh in my spirit.  “What makes you think I didn’t mean it even more ways than that?”  Needless to say, I start to laugh and go back to re-read them both again.

“Humility is found in low places…”

The Jenkins, TheChosen, Season One, p.118

Humility – contrite – repent – are all synonyms for how Matthew used the word, poor

Cashless – homeless – without family – are the different synonyms Luke hinted at with his phrasing of poor

Rabbi Yeshua’s Sermon on the Mount spoke to both conditions and perhaps even more situations that I have put here.  When you read and re-read both versions, the pictures in my head begin to merge, and I can see all the people on that hillside, leaning forward to catch every word as they watched His face. Even as I sit in my recliner in the comfort of air conditioning and controlled humidity, I am leaning forward and know He is still speaking right at me though His Book of Life.

Poor is a word like Jesus himself – – – humble, homeless – – – holy.

He used specific, simple words that His sheep would hear and understand.  He used those same words that He hoped, would help them see the shepherd in Him and follow.  He used those words to teach more about His Father – Our Father. He paid those words forward that the world – Jew and Gentile – that they would know His Father’s truth and grace.

It is our time to take our words – poor and simple though they may be – to pay them forward to those who don’t know His truth and grace.  Time is short.  The birth pangs are continuing ripple all through the depths of the earth, and in the spirits of its creatures.  Many are looking up and recognizing the season that is at hand. All the promises of the WORD continue to proclaim the season in which we live.  We only have to is Come and See; form a Relationship with Emmanuel; open the Blind Eye; Repent and sin no more; stand on His Rock; Trust and Worry not; Rise and – Poor though we may be – we will hear Him when He shouts for us to rapturo (rise) up to Him that we may see the place He has prepared for us. 

It is almost time for a wedding, so fill the lamps and vessels that you are ready.

Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup  #rapture

TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #26

My voyage in this life started at a dock called the Edge of Paradise, which was on an invisible sign called motto for that hometown. Presently, my dinghy self is in holding steady in a small inlet that reminds me very much of my childhood dock. This dock sits back from the busier channels where boat traffic is more chaotic, and crazy-rocking waves of passing storms that tend to be more destructive. Have to say, I am content to sit with my toes dangling over the edge of my boat as I watch the storms roll close by with increasing frequency.  But – that is where the work begins. It is all too easy to turn a blind eye to the storms swirling around me when the dingy is just bobbing on smaller waves and not suffering much damage.

“To voyage with Jesus is to voyage in peace, even in a storm.  In the presence of Jesus, we can have peace in the wildest storms.”

William Barclay, Scottish scholar, author

BLIND EYE

No one really knows how this idiom originated.  The first mention in writing was in the 1600’s, but it was in combination with: “deaf ear”. There are multiple references to people actually claiming a “deaf ear” or “blind eye” to excuse their own actions or to not see something that they don’t want to recognize existing in their sphere.

Think of all the things we “turn a blind eye” to in this stormy world……all those things that we really don’t want to see or want to recognize – after all – if we “see” it, we might need to do something about it.  I can easily name 10 things that I am guilty of turning a bind eye to its existence right now.  In other words, I know deep within me its inherent evil and do nothing to stop it.

The scales on the eyes are very thick at times……especially when it requires the sacrifice to get out of our dinghy and get into the storm waters.

“Brother Saul, the Lord Jesus, who appeared to you on the road as you came, has sent me that you may receive your sight and be filled with the Holy Spirit.” Immediately there fell from his eyes something like scales, and he received his sight at once; and he arose and was baptized.”

Acts 9:17-18

Paul was blinded for a short time, so that he might see the world differently, and when those scales fell off his eyes, his world was completely made new. (Ain’t Jesus great?  He does what He says He will do – always!!) The persistent, inciter of violence, persecutor of Rabbi Yeshua’s followers became the strongest defender of the WORD and the Believers wherever he voyaged.  He no longer turned a blind eye to the Truth that Yeshua spoke to him on the Road to Damascus, and thus became one of the most persecuted Believers of the 1st century.

How many storms of sin continue to rock our boats, and we just turn our heads or look with our blind eye so we don’t have to do anything about it. Even some of our churches turn a blind eye to situations in their congregations and towns – not to mention their state and nation and world.

“Therefore, justice is far from us,
Nor does righteousness overtake us;
We look for light, but there is darkness!
For brightness, but we walk in blackness!
We grope for the wall like the blind,
And we grope as if we had no eyes…”
 

Isaiah 59:9-10a

Literally, I still have scales on my eyes.  In October, I will at least start to lose the physical reality of this “old age” scale called a cataract, but I am still working on the spiritual scales that remain in my eyes.

For whatever reason, I remember that 2000 was the initial period of beginning to scrape those spiritual scales off my eyes. Maybe it was because I was in my 50th year, or maybe it was because my mom was dealing with macular degeneration, or maybe it was the start of a new Millennial era.  Whatever it was, I was beginning to realize how I had turned a blind eye to way too many things.

I began to open the tabernacle doors of my tent, and as I spent more time in My Father’s presence, I saw how blind I have been.  So, as I pray that my spiritual scales continue to fall away, I also pray for the scales that are on the eyes of those I love and treasure. I pray for those I don’t know but the Holy Spirit does. I try to do something every day that forces my blind eyes to open a little wider by doing what the Holy Spirit has nudged me to accomplish before He returns.

Open your eyes.  See through the lens of His Truth.  Take a voyage in this stormy world and do not turn a blind eye to those that need your help. 

Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup  #rapture

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Using the Blind Eye

TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #21

The right words at the right time can change the game. They can even change a life!”

Mark Batterson, teacher/preacher/author, The Circle Maker

The tomato caterpillars have started to make their appearance on my plants.  I know Our Father has created everything with a useful task to accomplish in this life.   But they are definitely not useful to me right now.  I like eating my tomatoes. Couldn’t believe that I didn’t see a one yesterday, but by this morning, half of the leaves on one plant were already decimated. 

I ended up picking off the ones I could find and pulling out the diatomaceous earth to ward off those I didn’t see. It is still a catch-22 though, since I always feel guilty at taking them away from their meal.  Same with those pesky tiny ants that always manage to find their way on to my window sills, counters, cabinets and – ME – in these late summer days.  I know there is a useful purpose for them, GOD doesn’t create anything without a perfect plan for them in our creation, but I just don’t like finding them floating in my water glass – especially in the middle of the night when I might not be looking for them.

“I concluded that wisdom is more useful than foolishness, just as light is more useful than darkness.”

Ecclesiastics 2:13

As I was listening to a podcast today, it said that only 23% of the 65% of American Christians believe that the WORD [Bible] is the inerrant [without error] truth of GOD. Then I went looking for the statistics just to satisfy my own curiosity, and also, to make sure I had written down the right number (it’s one of those teacher things that sometimes drives me nuts trying to satisfy).

However, those stats are not very useful to me right now even though I did find the study that the podcast had referred to in its content. Every site that I looked at – secular, religious, or evangelical – all seem to have different percentages. That being said, it seemed like the lowest percentage in all of them were those people who believed that the Bible was the inerrant WORD of GOD.

And that made me beyond sad in my spirit.

In a time when chaos is circling the world, if most Christians do not believe in the entire Bible and believe all the promises in it, then they are only picking and choosing that which they find useful with the “wisdom” of their world. 

Being retired has its advantages.  With birth pangs rising with frequency and intensity, I have more time to be useful. I have time to read the inerrant WORD and pray with the promises that He gives us there. The plagues, wars, earthquakes, wildfires, droughts, famines, genocides, slave trade, idol worship – all continue to increase, and when I wake up in the middle of the night, I find myself praying again until my eyes finally close in His peace.

“All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness…”

2 Tim 3:16

GOD gave the Bible to us for times such as these.  It is full of historical stories of how the people dealt with those problems, and the wisdom that they found by turning to YAH and trusting His promises. Our world just seems to be dealing with many of those problems all at the same time.

We can struggle to make our world better on our own.  We can join groups, donate money, and hope to achieve some advances. Or we can do something really useful and trust the promises of a Father who loves us enough to send His Son to die for us.

The disciples of Rabbi Yeshua looked at the man speaking to them and knew the truth He spoke. He spoke the promises from the Torah and added unto them.  His parables were useful to their understanding, so that they could pass it on when He ascended to the Father in Paradise.

As I pray tonight for those battling all the things shaking our world, and for the people who are struggling to stand in those challenging storms, I am glad that I know – beyond a shadow of a doubt – that the Bible is useful because it is the inerrant WORD of GOD.

Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup #rapture

TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #19

“Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid”    

John 14:27

After 3 walks, my 8-year-old choc lab girl is usually tired.  Chasing the ball is not as easy as it used to be when she was a puppy. But tonight?  She had a treat.  She had a marrow bone.  I figured it would last her a couple days – – – –  nope. I forgot to factor in she is a lab. She still thinks she is a puppy, and I had to take it away from her.  Marrow was gone and she was endeavoring to eat the bone.

I worry about my last lab girl.  She still struggles with missing her sister – especially when a stranger comes to visit. She had a torn ACL back in 2015 that is now causing her to often limb with arthritis. She has a tumor.  She has just gotten over a urinary tract infection. But she really does think she’s a puppy, so I just throw the ball, rub her belly, and laugh when she tries to pet me back with her paw as she always wants more attention.

Worry is not something I let hover over me.  Which is why, when I read today’s devotions, I had trouble getting this reflection down on paper. When that happens, I generally go back and re-read all the devotions and Bible verses again.  I know the wisdom is there that I was supposed to find – but the lens in my eyes must have missed it. 

Sure enough, when I went back.  There it was.  It popped off the page and the WORD spoke the scales away from my eyes:   ‘…not as the world gives…’

Like an earworm, this phrase caught me and started repeating over and over. I emptied the dishwasher.  Swept bone pieces off the floor.  Rubbed the lab girl’s belly one more time and then sat down to write which is when silly, Spooky-Sparkle-Shadow kitty decided she should help me.

I looked back at the Bible verse again. Rabbi Yeshua didn’t do anything as the world does. Prophecy named Him, The Prince of Peace. But in this world, peace is fleeting to non-existent. Worry/anxiety is a part of every day life for all of us.  Statistical studies continuously show rising numbers of people having to use medical solutions and counseling to deal with it.

Jesus lived in an occupied country. He saw the brutality of the Roman rule, so I think there was plenty of worry back then as well.  After all, his parents, Mary and Joseph, had to pack up their infant Son and disappear into Egypt to escape the first attempt on His life. They had to deal with multitudes of predicaments.  Similar predicaments that we see in our own lives every day: sickness, betrayal, war, slavery, natural disasters, inflation, shortages of food/water…….

Predicaments cause worry, and they have always been a fact of life on this planet.

“Every predicament is an opportunity for divine intervention and continued celebration.”

TheChosen, Season 1 Devotional, p85

When Joseph had his dream to take his family and flee, now that probably caused some worry. We tend to take this part of the Christmas story for granted, but did he or Mary have aging parents back in Nazareth or Sepphoris?  What about his business?  Did he have enough money?  What would he do to support them in Egypt?  Food? Shelter? Clothes?

 Luckily, Joseph’s eyes had lost the scales of the world that usually hide spiritual wisdom. He had already had one angel visit him, so he had peace even in the midst of what was probably a whole lot of worries.

Peace, ‘…not as the world gives…’ but a peace as only He can give. A peace that one day, He would grow up to speak during the short 3 years of His ministry.  

It is this same peace that tucks me in every night before I go to sleep and breathes new hope every morning when I open my eyes.  The predicaments of the world are still clamoring for attention, but the divine shines into the deepest part of my soul and activates the WORD that has been buried in my heart. 

It bears repeating that worry/anxiety doesn’t stand a chance when the Shepherd speaks His peace – – peace, ‘…not as the world gives…’, but in the way that only He can give. 

The key to controlling worry/anxiety is knowing the WORD, Jesus, and knowing Our Father who loved us so much that He designed this path of salvation with the very first word of the Bible – Berisheet.

It is a choice that comes to all of us as we gaze at the world around us.  We can worry – – –  or – – – we can pray, listen for the Shepherd’s voice, that divine intervention, as He speaks His peace – a peace beyond all understanding to each of us. 

“And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.”

Philippians 4:7

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