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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 #10

“No duty is more urgent than that of returning thanks.”

James Allen, author

As the Days of Awe draw to a close for 2021, it is time to enter into a time of repentance for all things discovered during the past 10 days. The it is a day of fasting for Yom Kippur…and then…a holy time to give thanks that YAH has heard and written all the names in the Book of Life for the coming year. 

That is the official order of things. 

That being said, I never have been very good about completing things in order. During my path through the Days of Awe, finishing up my 40 Day prayer challenge, I have reflected, given thanks, repented, danced for joy and started all over again many times.  Maybe it is because I know the Shepherd already.  Maybe the ones who stick to a strict order of all things are the ones who don’t know His voice.  Or maybe – I’m just completely crazy and disordered in a lot of things.  My youngest daughter thinks so – especially when it comes to trying to get me on a budget (which makes my head hurt just thinking about it).

But now, O Lord,
You are our Father;
We are the clay, and You our potter;
And all we are the work of Your hand.
Do not be furious, O Lord,
Nor remember iniquity forever;
Indeed, please look—we all are Your people!

Isaiah 64:8-9

This was the first verses that nudged me this morning, and I had to laugh.  When I see this verse, I have a feeling that change is Blowing in the Wind, as that ol’ 60’s folk song sang so many times back in my early days. In fact, the first time I remember finding this verse in Isaiah was back in those early, crazy, chaotic college days. 

Those were the days when I managed a rooming house so I only had to pay 2 dollars for rent and sang lots of different songs which helped me pay for college. With not much money, I furnished that small room in very creative ways. Bricks I found in an alley way. The cedar board that had been the seat in my father’s boat. When put together, they made a pretty nifty bookshelf.

Lots of things got jammed that small shelf – a bird cage, a guinea pig cage under it, treasure books mixed among textbooks, a few quotes and a Bible verse: Isaiah 64:8-9. 

I returned to college a week after my father died. My mom made me go.  I wanted to drop out and stay home with her, but she was even more stubborn than I am. When I got back to my rooming house, I called her. It became a weekly (sometimes twice weekly) thing – and that was in the days when long distance cost lots of money for somebody. It was also when I started to develop a relationship with my mom. I had always been a daddy’s girl, so this was something new. Anyway, after I talked with mom, I opened my childhood Bible and found these verses in Isaiah – or maybe I should say – He put it in front of my scaled over eyes. “We are the clay, and You our potter.” 

His Holy Spirit nudged.  His Son’s voice spoke them into my heart, and I read them over and over. I copied them and taped them to the wall over my bed, in my notebooks, and on my book shelf. I pondered them until the tears stopped rolling down my cheeks, and I had absorbed the wisdom He had been speaking to my heart all along.

No matter what happens in this life. No matter what stupid choices we make. No matter how choppy the sea becomes under our little dinghy selves. His hands are all over the clay that He used when He knitted us together. He is always continuing to mold, shape, and breathe life into our dinghy selves – – – mixing His life with ours.

When I woke up, when I went to sleep, I continued to repeat the verse over and over, until the notes of His wisdom sang life when I thought the music of my life had ended.

The amazing thing is the Master Composer doesn’t stop composing when the notes grow silent. He is not furious. He does not remember the iniquity forever because His Son now stands in front of all who are His sheep. He calls His people by their name and stands beside them when the music ends on one part of the composition – waiting – waiting with the baton up raised – until He breathes life and brings the baton down so that notes to the new composition He is composing just for His sheep begins to sing.

That ol’ Proverb proves to be true over and over: “As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he.”  It is choice time for the heart and probably time to change those lenses in your eyes. It is Yom Kippur for the Jewish people. Have you repented of all the things you discovered during the Days of Awe 2021? Have you given thanks? Is your name written in the book of life?

Tabernacling in 2021 has not been easy. He has exposed weaknesses and deeply attached scales that I have ignored over the years. Iron does sharpen iron, so I continue to look up and sing the notes He has given me back to Him in thankfulness and praise.

God is good – – – all the time.

#Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup  #rapture

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

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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


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 #16

“The time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God is at hand. Repent, and believe in the gospel.”

Mark 1:15

Is it really the 20th of August?  For whatever reason, this month has been crazy busy and long.  I continue to think this is the last week of August instead of still having 11 days to walk through. I really don’t know how I would have fit in working this year.  Who but YAH would have made provisions for this year way back in June?

Today, I got to watch, via internet, my eldest granddaughter receive her short white coat in her journey to achieve her PA degree. Then I got to look at the pictures of my son and the rest of his family as they stood beside her.  Where did the years go?  They seem to have flown by way too quickly.

Time is a funny perception. The seasons come and go.  Thunderstorms and wind whip around us.  Sunny days and the heat make us sweat and uncomfortable. We keep track and lose years all at the same time. But Our Heavenly Father sees time in a completely different way than we do.

Christians have been looking up since the time Christ ascended into the Heavens to join His Father.  Always wondering – ‘Is this the day’? ‘Is He near?’ 2,000+ years is a blink to GOD who sees the beginning and the end at the same time……Who breathed life into those who would fall and built a path of salvation at the same time.


“The Lord is not slack concerning His promise, as some count slackness, but is longsuffering toward us, not willing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance.”

2 Peter 3:9

Rabbi Yeshua walked among all people.  He did not discriminate with whom He shared His good news.  Even the ones He called to walk with Him on a daily basis were not the role models of the community.  After all, who among us are without sin – of rebellion – of throwing our free will in His face over and over again? 

Yet – there were a couple necessary steps that He also told them, if they wanted to follow Him through the narrow gate. A lesson that seems to be lost in many of today’s teachings.

First – believe in Him. Seems easy enough on the surface.

Nicodemus did. The rich young ruler did. Many who heard him believed in His message. They heard.  They believed.  They went home and went on with life. Sometimes, we forget that sins are not always despicable actions or thoughts.  Oft times, perhaps for many of us, sin is coveting the idols in our worldly lives. Wisdom, lots of likes on social media, friends to party with on the weekend, a good paying job, fitting in……….

It is this second part that often causes me/us to stumble. I/We have a choice.  It is our free will.  I/We believe in Jesus, but it is much harder to walk away from the idols that cause me/us to stumble. Can we repent of our sins as He asked the woman accused of adultery to do when she was thrown in front of Him?

Nicodemus could not renounce his own pride in being part of the Sanhedrin.  The rich young ruler could not renounce his things that made his life comfortable. They had free will to believe, but could not repent of the world’s gifts that they enjoyed. It has always made me sad to read these stories in His WORD because I see so much of myself in them.

As I continue to notice the times we live in, I try my hardest to not let the idols consume my thoughts and time.  I fall as often as I stand, Yet – I know He knows my struggles and continues to encourage me to strive harder – to repent and try again.  He reaches out.  He lifts me up and heals my bruised knees, so that I can walk forward once again. That is His grace in action. 

Repentance is not easy, but it is necessary if we are  “…to go and sin no more.”  And if we do – we will find His grace as that woman did so long ago. If we do – like Nicodemus our tears will mix with His and wash us clean of those idols, and the Holy Spirit will strengthen us.

I say to you that likewise there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine just persons who need no repentance.”

Luke 15:7
Greg Olsen artwork

TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #8

“Let us be alert to the season in which we are living. It is the season of the Blessed Hope, calling for us to cut our ties with the world and build ourselves on this One who will soon appear. He is our hope—a Blessed Hope enabling us to rise above our times and fix our gaze upon Him.”

A.W. Tozer, Preparaing for Jesus’ Return: Daily Live the Blessed Hope

On the days I don’t go to the gym, I like to just stay home and not go anywhere for any reason.  It doesn’t always work out, but that is what I strive to accomplish.  On hot, sticky, humid, sweat-if-you-sit-on-the-swing kinda day, it is hard to get motivated enough to get anything done.  And believe me, I have a list a mile long that I should be working on whenever I park the car for the day.

Then I look up from whatever book I’ve been reading – movie I’ve been watching – letter I’ve been writing, and the afternoon is already sliding into early evening. Ugh.  Such is the life of a person adjusting to not having an a job to work around…….again. You’d think I’d have this down to a science since it is the 3rd time I’ve done this. 

A memory popped up on social media today that reminded me that the first time I was adjusting to retirement, I put myself into a 40-day prayer challenge using the Circle Maker by Mark Batterson. I laughed because I automatically put myself into another prayer challenge this time around as well.

40 days of writing and praying for the world and for Him to manifest His Will for my life and those He has placed in my sphere.

Back then, as now, there were many things going on emotionally besides the loss of everyday structure in my life.  I had uprooted myself from my hometown, friends, family and spiritual support.  The covenant that I thought would be like my parents’ covenant and last into eternity had entered into the last stages of sorrow.

This time around is the realization that in the perseverance of the last few years, my character has grown in ways I never imagined.  And while there is still tribulation sand blowing around me, I can see the flare of Hope shining so brightly ahead of me, that I wonder how I never saw it before now.

And yet – there was the Blessed Hope.

Always present.

Always blowing away the sand obscuring my vision.

Always making sure my steps were securely placed upon His rock-solid promises.

Always, the Shepherd’s arms wrapping around me and drying my tears in the folds of His garment.

Therefore, having been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom also we have access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God.  And not only that, but we also glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance; and perseverance, character; and character, Hope.”

Romans 5:1-4

Our culture often tends to use the phrase, hope deferred. And yet – it seems so many Jewish leaders, prophets, and disciples did not succumb to that thought in their writings.  I think Paul spoke it very clearly in many of his writings, but I have the one in Romans 5 hanging in my prayer closet and a few places around the house. 

Go back up and read that scripture again: hope is not deferred.

Even in the most painful tribulations, if you squint into the darkness, you will see that after a few steps, that hope is that dim light aheadIt was always there – not deferred – not covered – just waiting for the eye to blink the sand out of the way and see clearly. The sandy sorrows swirling around often blur the vision, but once the lens in the eye opens wide, the hope light flares ahead of us.  It is not deferred. The mind just hadn’t perceived its presence – YET!

That is the Blessed Hope.

Tribulations are swirling.  The country we once recognized looks a whole lot different. The evil one continues to throw sand up in the eyes and laughing at our confusion and sadness. Yet – if we dig in the “Devine WORD” (as John Adams called it), stand on His promises, the Holy Spirit will blow the sand away, and we will see that perseverance has led to character and character has led us to the time when the Bridegroom will call out to His Bride that He is coming………and coming soon. 

Yesua Ha’Mashiach – Jesus Christ – is the Blessed Hope.

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“The Way Maker” by House of Maria

TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #7

“In this time of desperation

When all we know is doubt and fear…

In this broken generation

When all is dark…”


This song is in my head tonight. When I go to the gym, some of the seniors who work out there are full of doubts and fear.    Some are silent while others talk.  Some are angry and walk away (or paddle away depending on where they are) away. But there is a remnant that are none of these things.

All of us deal with changing, stressful things in our own ways.  Ways that we have developed over our lifetime.  As a senior person adjusting to living on her own again, doubt raises its head a few more times than it has in a while.  Thus, some of my ways of dealing with these latter days, have needed to be tweaked – more than a few times.

Doubt was the first tool introduced in the Garden by the evil one and it is still all over the place. There are a couple of ways I look at this and itprobably has a lot to do with the gardens I have all around my home and the cataracts growing in my eyes. Doubt, of any kind, plants a tare among the wheat, and the good crop is crowded out by the worthless weed. Or – it changes the lens in the eye like a cataract – dulling the colors, blurring the edges of everyday things, until – it completely covers everything with its grayish cloud of nothingness.

Both of these things make me ponder doubt, and how to cope with it.

But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed by the wind.

James 1:6

This is it: 


If I Double Down on my reading of the WORD, it Obliterates those scary “Feelings” that have been washing over me. Add to that my Unending Praise to the One who walks in the garden with me, and I am able to hear His voice planting His Bible Promises deep in my soul as He weeds out the Doubt-tares that shouldn’t have been there in the first place.  And – believe it or not, almost immediately – when I Trust His Truth, that peace that passeth all understanding blows that gray, cloudy mess out of my eye and restores my vision, so that I can walk easily with Yeshua Ha’Mashiach around my gardens again.

Doubt is the evil one’s tool. 

Get rid of it by focusing on the cross and empty tomb.

Read the WORD.

Walk in Faith around the garden with the Shepherd.

Practice His Grace by paying it forward to those in your sphere.

And – Keep singing that unending praise as you go to sleep.

“And the gates of hell will not prevail!

For the power of GOD, has torn the veil!

Now we know Your love will never fail!

We believe! We believe!

We believe in GOD the Father!

We believe in Jesus Christ!

We believe in the Holy Spirit,

 And He’s given us new life!

We believe in the crucifixion!

We believe that He conquered death!

We believe in the resurrection!

And He’s coming back –

He’s comin’ back again!

He’s comin’ back again!!!!


#Hedrawethnigh  #keeplookingup  #rapture

TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #6

“GOD save the liberties of America”

– Virginia Council when they heard the news from Lexington on April 19, 1775.

From the very first letter in the “Devine WORD(as Samuel Adams called it) YAH had a plan for all the things that He lovingly created.  He knew the creatures to whom He had been given free will would rebel.  The angels that sang beside Him would rebel. The stiff-necked people that He called His own would rebel – over and over and over. 

Rebellion that led to Redemption.

When the leaders rebelled or the prophets rebelled or the people rebelled, He was grieved, but already had the miraculous in hand – whether it was a woman listening to a serpent, a tower reaching for the heavens, a people who didn’t know how to live with liberty, a huge fish who swallowed a prophet, a wall that needed to fall, a king that lost his vision in selfish desire, an empty tomb and the women who saw the angels: “Why do you seek the living among the dead?” (Luke 24:5)

Redemption that led to a rescue.

A rescue that embodied unlimited Grace.

“From His fullness we have all received grace upon grace.  For the law was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ. No one has ever seen God, but the one and only Son, who is Himself God and is at the Father’s side, has made Him known.”

John 1:16-18

It was always there buried in the first word of His book.  The tiniest jot and tittle declare His miraculous ways. Every story a lesson waiting to be uncovered in each of our stories.  It is the Living WORD, written by a loving LORD, illustrated and brought to life by His SON, and breathed over all children who take the time to follow the Holy Spirit to His narrow gate.   

This week has been a hot and dry one in NC.  Nowhere as hot as it is in so many places around the world.  Definitely not as dry as it is in many more places around the world where rivers are drying up and wildfires are creating enough smoke to cover the world with its haze.

Like the farmer who knows the signs of the seasons, the remnant watches and waits for the WORD‘s prophecies that are yet to be fulfilled. The earthly, natural occurring happenings are merely that – – – signs.  A hint that change is in the air.  Just like spring flowers are a hint that winter has passed and summer is not far away. 

So, the remnant digs into the prophecies a little deeper.  They read each jot and tittle in many languages, gleaning every tiny hint that might be there.  The watch tower is full of debate, discourses, prayer and loving laughter as each try to convince the others that they have found the ultimate hint.  But in the end, it is the peace that passeth all understanding that pulls their hearts together in waiting thankfulness that He who is the WORD is coming soon – not in the ordinary – but in the miraculous way that YAH has always come with Redemption for His people.

He is coming. 

The signs of the season are here.

The remnant expectantly waits. 

The door remains unlocked for all who open to His knock.

It is the time to chose.

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TABERNACLING 2021: Weedy Woe #1

Oft when I write – a Bible verse – a song – a memory – a picture – has been circling round my mind like a well-worn path just waiting for feet to walk upon it…or in my case…words to be written on it.

There is a passage in Isaiah that has been circling for the past week or more. It is not one that usually calls my words to flow onto paper.  I am – generally – a teacher/preacher of good news…an encourager…an up-lifter…a listening learner who pays it forward to any who care to partake.

But times – well – they are a-changin’…

So where this is going??? I wish I knew.  Right now, I’m just typing,  praying, listening, and seeking His Rock under my feet.

 “Woe to you who add house to house

and join field to field

until no place is left

and you live alone in the land.

I heard the LORD of Hosts declare:

“Surely many houses will become desolate,

great mansions left unoccupied. For ten acres of vineyard

will yield but a bath of wine,

and a homer of seed

only an ephah of grain.”  

Isaiah 5:18-19

See what I mean? 

This is not an up-lifting Bible verse.  Certainly, not like the ones that usually log into my memory banks until I write about it. Yet – – – here I am – – – a couple weeks later still coming back to these 6 “Weedy Woes” listed in Isaiah 5 and wondering why they keep bouncing back in front of my eyes when I reach for the keyboard.

Flowers are blooming everywhere.  Grass is incredibly green.  Birds are nesting everywhere – in the trees, the birdhouses on the patio – and even in the old mailbox that I put down by the little shed in my yard.  I even got to see my grandson’s soccer team continue their perfect season today with a win. It was the first game I’ve been to in over a year. 

“Woe” is not one of my favorite words…but since I was little…it has always caught my attention. Enough so, that when I would see it in a Bible verse, I would skip over that verse.  Didn’t want to deal with any kind of “Woe” – had enough to deal with in this world.

WOE: n. [german]

1: a condition of deep suffering from misfortune, affliction, or grief

2: ruinous troubleCalamity, Affliction

Webster’s Dictionary

So…with all that said, I went back and re-read these pesky “Woe” verses today. (Since I’ve surrendered everything to YHWH, I’ve found that it never works ignore a nudge from the Holy Spirit when the Father wants me to do something.) Right before all the “Woe’s”, Isaiah wrote one of the most beautiful poems ever written.  It speaks of the love from a Father for His children, and the vineyard He prepared just for them.  Just re-reading that part touches that deep part of my soul that only He knows exists.

I would so much rather write about that.


But even as I type my literal “sigh”, I know why I can’t write about the beauty of the Father’s vineyard tonight.  Our vineyard – like Israel’s during Isaiah’s time – has too many plants dying in it.  The hedge that has surrounded our vineyard since its inception has started to be torn apart by those “Weedy Woes” that we have allowed to fester and choke the vines that He so lovingly grew for us. 

Ever hear the adage: “there is nothing new under the sun” or “those who don’t know history are doomed to repeat it”?  These same “Weedy Woes”, that Isaiah talked about in the original Israel, are growing in ours. Take a walk outside and open those spiritual eyes He gave you. 

The first Weedy Woe is covetousness, hoarding, lusting, self-gratification…

I don’t have to look far since I am guilty of this one.  Bigger house, more land, more stuff (toilet paper/sanitizing wipes comes to my mind)…sigh. I have gotten somewhat better as I’ve aged.  I’ve downsized.  Given away too many books to count.  Weeded my closet and yet – I still covet, hoard, lust after too many things to count. The first Weedy Woe is pretty obvious in my vineyard – our country’s vineyard.

I need to pray more about this one.  I need to go outside and open my spiritual eyes to my own vineyard and those who are placed inside of it. The Weedy Woes are growing quickly and getting thicker by the day.  I am not anyone special, but I am one.  One child of the Father who can get down on my knees and begin to prayer pluck – one at a time – the Weedy Woe of Covetousness.

It begins with me.

Mama bird is there…really.


TABERNACLING 2021: Rainy Rock







Over the past 7 decades, I have finally figured out that there are just times when the body needs to crash into a dreamless nap…the mind needs to slow down…the tongue needs to talk with a couple of close friends…books need to be read…the ears need to listen to the rain or podcast or sermon, the mind needs to complete a couple cryptograms…prayers needs to rise up and carry my tears out of this world…the lab girl needs to curl up on the floor beside me as the Spooky kitty needs to curl into my side in the recliner, till I nap again…and totally not feel guilty about any of it.

Of course, for me – when it is a rainy day, the day seems pre-ordained to such activities.  I don’t ever remember being bored on a rainy day.

When I was little, I would be outside jumping in puddles with friends from the neighborhood, playing with my paper dolls or Barbie, reading books to my dolls, fishing with my daddy, or napping on my USMC bunk bed as mommy caught up on chores while singing songs for whatever up-coming future party or performance was in our future. 

As I grew older, I loved listening to my tiny transistor radio while reading or writing or cross stitching or knitting in the parents’ tilt-back chair with Chico sitting on my lap. If the rainy day was on the weekend, mom would pull out a TV dinner or Chef Boyardee pizza until our favorite TV shows came on. Then the TV trays would come out so that we could have a really special night as we sat in the living room and watched the small black and white show together…Mitch Miller Sing-a-Long, Star Trek, Dragnet, etc.

But whether I was tiny (or older), on the best rainy nights were always when we would sit on the screened-in porch as daddy pulled out the banjo or guitar. We sang all the gospel songs, hymns, and folk ditties that he and mom loved to sing until it was time for bed.  Then he would read from the Bible and lead the night’s prayers while mommy braided my hair.

I guess that is why I love rainy days. The slow pace it usually brings with it brings a pavilion of quiet memories out of their hiding places. While I have found that those rainy day activities change as we age,  those treasure chest memories and wisdom thoughts always continue to circle around whatever I chose to do as the raindrops bounce off the roof and bless the earth with their GOD-given richness.

Rain comes – at some point – to all of us.  Where we decide to place our feet as we step forward into it, is up to us. 

“For in the time of trouble
He shall hide me in His pavilion;
In the secret place of His TABERNACLE
He shall hide me;
He shall set me high upon a rock.”

Ps 27:5

I am blessed.  I have many wonderful memories of rainy days that tend to guide me when I wake up to a rainy day – wherever I may be in this life.  But when those ugly rainy days come – you know – those storms that rock the world into a lightening blaze of sharpness and pelting ice crystals? –  my parents made sure I knew that there would always be a rock to hold my steps secure as things become muddy all around me.

I really enjoy doing a Bible cryptogram everyday – rain or shine. Earlier this week, I had this Bible verse pop-up in it.  Had to smile because – as you can see – it has my Holy Spirit word of the year in it.  It also happens to be on of my favorite verses.  It particularly played a big part of my prayers for the past few years.  One of those GODWINK moments of the week because it reminded me of the how much I depend upon my toes finding His Rock.

His Rock is always there – even on the darkest, stormiest night – it is there.  I may not be able to see anything but the storm around me, yet the TABERNACLE shelters me in the eye of the storm.  That center where a peaceful calm exists even as the noise and scariness rages around me.  It is there where He hides me until I feel the Rock beneath my bare feet.  His Holy Ground is always found when there are no shoes impeding my toes because I have surrendered it all to Him who made that Rainy Rock just for my sin-infected toes to grab on to no matter how slick everything else around me has become.










Gotta love rainy nights and His Rock that holds my feet secure.