Why is it…the frayed lettering, the stains, the broken hoodie strings, the paint stains – the multiple washings…make that one piece of clothing the one I reach for when I want – not just something to cover the body – but a special warmth – an indefinable comfort – a bury-my-nose-in-the-collar, full of treasure chest memories in each nappy crevice – piece of clothing for a chilly fall night?
Yet – it always is the one I reach for first, and the one I wear the most.
This was the first piece of clothing I bought after our house fire in 2009. It was the only sweatshirt I had for a year. It is – of course – in the traditional Ohio State University red and gray (faded as they may be). It is the piece of clothing I slept and lived in for a week in 2019 – even though it was June.
Comfort clothes. Comfort foods. Comfort traditions.
“O LORD, I will praise You.Although You were angry with me,Your anger has turned away,and You have comforted me.Surely God is my salvation;I will trust and not be afraid.For the LORD GOD is my strength and my song,and He also has become my salvation.” Is 12:1-2
I love Fall. The nip in the air in the morning and evening. Spending time outside without having to swat at mosquitos. Catching up on gardening chores that I put off the past month because of the heat. Walking and playing with the choc fur girls. The only thing I don’t like about it as I age, is the sinus factor that seems to worsen with each passing year. However, since I deal with it for 3 seasons of the year, I’m praising Abba that I’m getting used to it, and for the meds and essential oils that He has given us to help combat the ugliest of symptoms.
The 7-day Jewish feast of Sukkot begins tonight. They build small huts in their back yard to commemorate 40 years of wandering. Many still chose to live in them for the entire week. A time to remember their Jewish ancestors’ humble beginnings as they wandered in the wilderness to discovered their unity as a nation and their faith in the GOD of Moses. A time when they lived in small huts, nurtured each other, and learned to depend upon the Father that led them out of slavery and into freedom by following Him in faith. On the 8th day, they celebrate one more day with singing and dancing – the day Moses was given the WORD to share with them.
Joyfully shall you draw water, From the fountains of triumph. Joyfully shall you draw water, From the fountains of salvation Chorus: Water – water – water – water Hey, water in joy Water – water – water – water…Hey, water in joy
Mayim in Hebrew means water. Hayeshua means God’s salvation.
One of the traditional songs that they sing during this time is “Mayim, Mayim”. A song about water, triumph and salvation. This has led some Messianic Jews and Christians to believe that – perhaps – Yeshua/Jesus was born during the feast of Sukkot – or more to the point – on Simchat Torah, the day the WORD was – once again – given to His people.
It is something to ponder on a chilly night, in a comfy sweatshirt while I rock back and forth on the patio swing letting an old, old song repeat over and over as I pray for our nation, our people, our President and First Lady, and those of which I do not know:
“Ushavtem mayim b’sasonmimainei hayeshua .Ushavtem mayim b’sasonmimainei hayeshuaChorus:Mayim – Mayim – Mayim – MayimHey, mayim b’sasonMayim – Mayim – Mayim – MayimHey, mayim b’sason”