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Never fails. When we start a new project, something breaks – beside my toe (actually I think it is just stoved – or at least that is what I am telling myself). Money in – money out.The good news is our handy-dandy fix-it guy showed up in time to help a very tired Hubby unload some more block. Another prayer answered.

Maybe that is why the world is having a problem. Maybe God has started a new project, so things are breaking all over the place, and the handy-dandy fix-it man is on his way. Gotta admit, I hope so. I keep watching the skies and moving my lips in prayer.
My war room door is becoming filled with prayer lists and affirmations of promises given by our Father. Prayer is so important. I was reading about Hannah today. Like many of our memorable matriarchs she had trouble conceiving. Jewish tradition speaks that God did not want them to believe in Him just because their husbands did. The matriarchs were just as important as the patriarchs in Hashem’s eyes. He wanted them to seek Him with their hearts. Hannah’s prayer did this on all levels, and her prayer became a model on how we should pray.
Silently, moving her lips but without voice, tears wetting her cheeks, she spoke directly to Him: ‘Oh, God-of-the-Angel-Armies,
If you’ll take a good, hard look at my pain,
If you’ll quit neglecting me and go into action for me…’ ~1 Sam 1:11a
Direct, simple, full of everything she dreamed and desired.
Our Father loves it when we come to Him – when we seek Him. Everyday – around 6 PM – I pray for our country and the leaders that will take over in 19 days. I pray for the leaders today who are making decisions this week for us and for Israel in the UN.
Prayer is important.
1942 Daily Rations: ‘Wherefore do ye spend money for that which is not bread?’~Isaiah 55:2
“Ours is a vitamin-conscious age. Every schoolboy knows why he must drink milk and eat vegetables. For lack of vitamins, children with full stomachs may suffer from malnutrition. Health depends upon what one eats more than it depends upon how much one eats.
“Ours is a day in which the printed page has come into its own. Never before was printers’ ink used in such abundance. People spend millions of dollars every year for printed matter—-newspapers, magazines, pamphlets, books. But what does this money buy? Much of the so-called reading matter of our day is not bread, but so much sawdust. Some of it is poison. One reads this sort of magazine or book only to come away feeling still hungry,- – – and sometimes sick!
“But why should we pay our money for that which is not bread? Why should we spend our labor, and precious hours of time, with lifeless husks when God has given us, in the Bible and in other great literature, a whole storehouse of ‘vitamins’ which our souls crave and which we need if we are to have robust spiritual health?
“Read: John 6:22-35

“Prayer: Break thou the bread of life, dear Lord, to me; As thou didsn’t break the loaves beside the sea; Beyond the sacred page I seek thee, Lord; My spirit pants for thee, O living Word. Amen. “~Mary Ann Lathbury

RATIONS 100 DAY! #46

Been writing more or less every night for 46 days, but today Writer’s Block stood leering between me and the computer. It had been a busy day – errands to run, dogs to walk, devotions to read. So many things on my heart.
A family who watched their earthly father cross the eternal bridge as he did everything in life – with love, dignity and confidence.
A young girl fighting her body to get to work everyday before another seizure hits.
Cancer crusades on several friend fronts attacking not only the body but the family and pocketbooks.
Violence between brothers, against children, amid families.
Politics raging across the screens of my mind.
The birth of a new child into this world.
Amazing what a difference one rose can make in your day. As I read today’s Ration, I thought about the lump of clay in one hand and the roses in another. Both important. There are many of Our Father’s lessons wrapped within clay’s physical textures – after all it is the essence of our world. But then there are roses – a gift of beauty planted within the heart – a reminder of the sweet aroma and joy of what awaits us beyond the clay that we call Terra.
Again- Hashem, Hashem – I bow my head and thank You for teaching and reminding me that there is wisdom in all things – clay – and roses – – and even roses made of clay – – – and, of courses,1942 Rations. Get behind me, Writer’s Block! God’s got this!!!!!!!
1942 Daily Ration: “I want only a lump of clay until someone planted roses in me.”~Persian Proverb
“It is no accident that the age of the dictators was immediately preceded by the age of the debunkers. Before men are willing to hand their destinies over to others, they must first lose faith in themselves. Writers who had for a decade been trying to persuade common men and women that they were nothing but dolts contributed much to the mood that caused humanity to lose faith in its ability to maintain its free institutions. Freedom is born of such thoughts as spring from the soul of John: Behold what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called children of God…Beloved, now are we children of God, and it is not yet made manifest what we shall be.’
“If men are to realize their highest possibilities, someone must plant roses in them. Much of Jesus’ power grows out of the fact that he enables us to have some hope for ourselves and to undertake such adventures as men dare not attempt without the aid of the Divine.
” ‘And He said unto me, Son of man, stand upon they feet, and I will speak with thee.’~Ezekiel 2:1
Read: Genesis 1:22-28; 1 John 3:1-12
Prayer: Forbid, O God, that we deny thee by failing to serve and believe in our fellow men. May we find some way today to bring new faith and hope into every life we touch. We ask through Christ. Amen.”

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download (1)The Grands got to go trick-or-treating last night at their mama’s offices. Treats scattered over the kitchen table as they talked about the merits of each item. The Grandson doesn’t like chocolate as much as his sister, so they began swapping out this one for that. They traded back and forth until the Granddaughter noticed that brother had two big butterfingers, and she had two smaller butterfingers. As she was pointing it out, Grandson said, “Let’s trade. You should have the bigger ones because you are bigger than me.” Need I say more? Granddaughter jumped on that one and the swap meet was over.

Jewish tradition has a blessing that they pass around during Rosh Hashanah, “May it be Your will, God, that our merits increase like the seeds of a pomegranate.”  

Today, I think my grandson grew a few more seeds in his own small, redish pod.

Pomegranates are one of the special fruits of Israel. There are seven: wheat, barley, dates, figs, olives, grapes, and pomegranates. Jewish sages teach that pomegranates are special because they represent the person who is full of sweet kindness and many sweeter deeds. What makes them even more special is that the seeds are hidden. One would never guess at the multdinous seeds that lie hidden beneath the out shell – except Our Father who sees and never forgets.

There are 7 verses – just one tiny chapter in eons of history – that the Jewish sages use to teach how Hashem notices every kindness – every tiny deed done in secret as a gift which then becomes a seed – a seed of faith —- just like the pomegrante.

“The wife of a man from the company of the prophets cried out to Elisha, “Your servant my husband is dead, and you know that he revered the LORD. But now his creditor is coming to take my two boys as his slaves.” — 2 Kings 4:1

We tend to skip over little verses like this in the OT. After all, it is just a few words of a narrative from long ago, isn’t it? A story much like today’s stories – creditors – paupers – a single parent – potential destruction. However , that is exactly why I love Jewish oral tradition. It could be our life that was just 7 verses long in an even larger tome.  Concrete words that teache to something hidden beneath them – just like the seeds of the pomegranate.

Obediah was a husband who died within the first verse. He was a good man who had for many years cared, hidden and helped many others who had needed help in their own life journey. Out of his own resources he fed and supplied oil for their nightly studies of Our Father. No one knew. No one suspected. He did not brag about it. He did not ask others for help in his mission. He simply did what he could for those in need and each of them became a seed. A seed that God alone could see. So when Obediah’s wife came before the prophet Elisha, God didn’t just grant her a miracle, he let Obediah’s seed grow in the palm of His hand to bless Obediah’s seeds and meet their needs.

He saw what others did not, and he answered the desperate mother with a gift that she would recognize for she had watched and aided her husband over those many years.  Oil that provided light in the night for those in need now overflowed abundantly for her.  Our Father does not forget – what is freely given, He freely gives in return over and over and over.

It is our seeds, forming deep within us that brings blessings to those around us and those to come. All we have to do is choose to let them grow.  Needs met by deeds turn into seeds – seeds of faith spread out into His Garden of creation.

“Elisha replied to her, “How can I help you? Tell me, what do you have in your house?”

“Your servant has nothing there at all,” she said, “except a small jar of olive oil.”

Elisha said, “Go around and ask all your neighbors for empty jars. Don’t ask for just a few. Then go inside and shut the door behind you and your sons. Pour oil into all the jars, and as each is filled, put it to one side.”

She left him and shut the door behind her and her sons. They brought the jars to her and she kept pouring. When all the jars were full, she said to her son, “Bring me another one.”

But he replied, “There is not a jar left.” Then the oil stopped flowing.

She went and told the man of God, and he said, “Go, sell the oil and pay your debts. You and your sons can live on what is left.” 2 Kings 4:2-7

Atitude of Gratitude #27

a womanAttitude of Gratitude #27: God. It is one day out of 365. It is one day set aside to be full of thankfulness and remembrance. It is one day of blessed legacies and love expressed. It is one day that – if you choose – you will remember to crawl as far forward as you can – hands and knees scraped by the stones and broken glass that impede your progress………reach through the ugly, crowded busyness of daily life – head battered by words and actions of those towering above and around…………stretch dirty, grimy fingers as far as posiible just to touch the hem – a hem of His garment trailing behind Him as He passes………………and say………….Thank you.

It is not enough. It can never be enough. Yearning, as a bride for her groom. Not wanting anything more than to express a heart full of thankfulness. 27 days of thankfulness reminds us that there is nothing more important than this – to be thankful for this moment. Incomparable “I AM” moment. Eyes full of thankfulness. Tears full of thankfulness. Spirit full of thankfulness.

Words are inadequate in this moment of true Thanksgiving. Reaching past the physical realm and seeing…”His kingdom come”. Prayer. Repentance. Unity. Communion. Repristination. This is Thanksgiving. This is His day – if we remember – if we choose to remember – the Gift we have been given, and the treasure waiting to be found.

To HaShem…My Father who carved me into the palm of His hand…whose Son stands before me…whose Spirit guides me…I am thankful for my life and this moment of choice.cross

Attitude of Graditude #23

Gratitude #23: Jewish Wisdom and Traditions. My two year journey of reading and learning about Jewish wisdom and traditions continues to amaze me. Whether I am reading a book, listening to a lecture or reading a devotional, I continue to learn more about the WORD (primarily the OT, but often insights into why Rabbe Yeshua) than I ever thought I would.

Today’s lesson is a good example. When I read Genesis, I get all caught up in the musical poetry of the creation of all things. I envision each thing as it is made and see it bloom and burst forth into reality as I know it. Night. Day. Land. Oceans. Plants. Animals. Humans. Then I read Chapter 2, not truly absorbing the words written. “… Now no shrub had yet appeared on the earth and no plant had yet sprung up, for the Lord God had not sent rain on the earth and there was no one to work the ground, but streams came up from the earth and watered the whole surface of the ground. Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being…”.

Jewish Sages study each and every word, letter and mark of their Torah. They debate and pray and debate again. They debate the oral traditions passed down from other sages. It is what they do as they try to understand the WORD and the essence of Hashem Elohim. In their tradition, they believe that even though the 300px-Hands_of_God_and_AdamFather had created plants on the third day, nothing (according to v.5) had grown yet. Now how come I never really noticed that discrepancy before? Plants were created, but they had not burst forth upon the surface? According to Jewish sages, the seeds remained underground waiting for prayer to bring forth the water. The first communication between a Father and His new born child brought water to the face of the earth. In that way, humans learned that prayer (communication) with God was an essential part of depending and trusting Him in all things.

Some gratitudes are harder to grasp than others and yet, it is in the struggling where we tend to learn the most. I’m still struggling with this one tonight, trying to absorb it and put it into words at the same time. But I know – as I continue to pray and re-read these words – that Hashem will hear and open my eyes a little wider, clean my dirty contacts and help me percieve the wisdom carried in His WORD. For that, and Jewish wisdom, I am thankful.