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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: 40 Days TheChosen #40

  • 40 out 40 day prayer challenge completed
  • P T Stretches
  • Devotions
  • Walked choc lab girl
  • Car fixed
  • Mailed a couple packages
  • Laughed with a friend
  • Fall allergies kicking in – – –

The last couple of days have been beautiful reminder of the cooler weather coming.  Woke up today with the reminder that part of Fall’s mission is to bring some of those good ol’ fall allergies as well. Runny nose – achy, cloudy eyes – post nasal drip – – – yupper.  

Fall is almost here.

The sad part about going to the car dealership today, was seeing a pretty empty car lot.  This dealership is not a small one, but I like the people there, and know a couple from church.  Usually, I can walk around their big lot and look at the new fancy cars just waiting to find a new home. Got to admit, I always loved thinking about getting one of  ‘them new cars and being all fancy and stuff’.

But – Not today.

The past weekend was a reflective weekend for me. But then according to the feasts of the Bible mentioned in the Old Testament [Leviticus], we are still in the Days of Awe – the days of introspection and repentance. Wednesday at sunset, the second of the fall feasts begins, Yom Kippur.  A day of fasting.  A day of atonement for the sins discovered during the last 10 days of thoughtfulness.  A day for Jewish believer to seal their names in the Book of Life.

Somehow – having September 11 fall between these two feasts during 2021, seemed fitting. It was a time for all of us to reflect and spend some time in deep introspection. Where were we 20 years ago as compared to where we are today. How has the country changed?  How have we changed? One of the first things that comforted me as I thought about all of this over the past couple of days, Our Father never changes – nor forgets a covenant. His promises are the touchstones that continue to shape and guide my life in the midst of a chaotic world that seems to be wobbling on its axis.

‘Come, you blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world: for I was hungry and you gave me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in; I was naked and you clothed Me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me.’ Then the righteous will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You drink?  When did we see You a stranger and take You in, or naked and clothe You?  Or when did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’  And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.’

Matthew 35-40

I accomplished most of the missions that I had set for myself in the temporal timeframe that we call ‘today’.  But as I reflect back on ‘today’, I really didn’t accomplish much for His mission – the mission that He set before all of us when we opened the door and asked Him to come in – to give us a drink of Living Waters – to be our Bread of Life – to wash us with His righteousness.

I blessed a few people with some small things.  I prayed for a few. But could I have done more?

Of course.

So….. in these last couple Days of Awe, I need to pick up my game.  Get out of my comfort zone – to share more about Him – to give more to the people He loves (which is everyone) – to not only write the words of His mission, but to speak the words of His mission to those who might listen.  There are still ‘Samaritans’ out there who need to hear about His mission, so they can get their names in the Book of Life.

Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”

Jn 14:6

#Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup  #rapture

Yoram Raanan

TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #38

“The way that I know someone is a true teacher sent by God is not by how articulate they are, or even how deep their messages are, but it is when I hear my Teacher speaking through them.”

Rick Joyner, author, theologian

Little Red Riding Hood was one of the first stories that I remember learning.  Not sure it was from a storybook, a cartoon, or the parents, but it is one of the first stories that I remember “pondering” (although I didn’t have a clue that was what I was doing – it was just a story that I kept thinking about). I kept wondering how Little Miss Red couldn’t see the wolf under that pajama cap.  I was pretty sure I would would be able to tell the difference between my grandma and that ol’ wolf. 

In fact, I was pretty sure that there is no way a wolf would be able to get past my Grandma Mac.  After all, she had pretty much raised 8 children all on her own, tended a garden, killed chickens, cooked the best homemade noodles this side of heaven, found time to work at the Flxi bus company, and everyday had cookies waiting for the grandchildren who found their way to her house 1st before they went home after school.

There were no wolves in the Edge of Paradise.

“Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravenous wolves. You will know them by their fruits.

Matthew 7:15-16 

Wolves seem to be everywhere these days; unlike the wolf in “Little Red Riding Hood”, they don’t even try to disguise themselves much.  Their teeth are sharp.  Their growls are low and gravelly. Their eyes have a sharp glint that I don’t like. Their fruit is the remnants of bones and skin that litter their caves.

In our culture…in the global world-view we each have of this world…I think most of us can name many different wolves that stalk us. Rabbi Yeshua saw the wolves as well.  The ones that seemed to concern Him the most, were the ones that were the leaders of the Fig Tree people, His Father’s chosen people. It is perhaps why He described them as “…prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing…”

Our Father uses even the ugliest things to weave the wonders of His tapestry. In the ugliness of a plague, censorship, and one-sided debates, His strong sheep have found ways to use technology to spread His WORD around the world.  Today, I was able to watch and attend various gatherings via zoom at a conference in California. I don’t like zoom much, but in these latter days, it is a blessing.  I am still listening, learning, worshiping and growing in my faith despite the wolf who tries to stalk around my area. Tonight, I have been able to watch via apps several 20 year memorials dedicated to 9/11.

“Behold then the kindness and severity of God.”

Romans 11:22

The wolves broke through the hedges of our country 20 years ago.  Perhaps, the hardest thing for us to realize is that we allowed the holes to develop in those hedges.  The prayer clippers maintained by the caretakers that had always trimmed the hedge and cut away the dead rot in the individual limbs had lost their sharpness.  The iron that sharpened iron had not been applied in many years.  The clippers…idle, rusty and unsharpened…were useless in the hands of those caretakers of the hedge who had neglected their duties.

Unfortunately, in the past 20 years since 2001, more caretakers of the hedge have walked away from the hedge or misplaced the clippers they were handed in 1630 when John Winthrop wrote about his prophecy for this new land which he called “A city upon the hill”. Worse – some of the caretakers have tried to redesign the clippers with man’s wisdom and technology.

The blessing is that Our Father always seems to raise up a remnant of hedge caretakers – ones who recognize the wolves...ones who see the necessity of a strong, well-cared for clippers to trim His hedge of prayer that surrounds His branch of the Fig Tree.  These new caretakers are gathering what clippers they can find.  They are using iron to sharpen iron.  They are using salt to clean away the rust. And they are trusting the covenants that Our Father has always honored because of His everlasting love and grace. He has shown them and the remnant how to recognize the “wolves in sheep clothing” and giving them new starts to add to the hedge where parts were destroyed. 

In prayer and so thankful for the caretakers who keep the wolves from our hedge…who rushed into danger on September 11, 2001…who rush into danger in foreign lands for the rest of us…who rush into burning buildings or in the middle of dangerous confrontations…for those who fall on their knees in repentance, fasting and prayer to help weave Our Father’s hedge and tapestry into the perfect design that only He can see.  

#Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup  #rapture

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TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #34

Jesus loves the little children,

All the children of the world.

Red, brown, yellow, black and white,

They are precious in His sight.

Jesus loves the little children of the world.

~Krieger/Root

One thing about teaching – when you work with children for 40+ years, life is a little strange when you don’t see children every day. Even though I worked with those “bridge” kids (you know – the kids with one foot in childhood and the other foot stretching as much as it can be stretched towards adulthood), there is something about how children look at the world that is different from adults. It is often exciting, full of curiosity, trust and love.

The old childhood hymn declared: “They are precious in His sight”.

Precious is one of those words that has been so overused that our culture has lost sight – or perhaps I should say – lost respect for the rarity of its existence in this world. 

  • Precious metal
  • Precious stones
  • Isn’t that precious?
  • There’s precious few left.
  • What a precious little angel.
  • A cartoon character

But Yeshua knew children were precious. Precious enough to earn their own punishment if they cause a child to stumble in their life……in their faith.

…Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven.  Therefore, whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. Whoever receives one little child like this in My name receives Me. If anyone causes one of these little ones–those who believe in me–to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.” 

Matthew 18:3-6

Often children still have their spiritual lens tightly intact.  They see things that adults often miss.  Their lenses are generally wide open with trust, excitement, curiosity, and love. So, when they followed their parents or relatives to listen to this new rabbi, they saw quickly how precious Rabbi Yeshua was in “times such as these.” Of course, their parents might have wanted this Rabbi to touch them with His blessing as well.

In any case, if you’ve ever been in the midst of a group of children who really want to see something that they or their parents have deemed special, they tend to crowd closer and closer – bringing their laughter, joy and squabbles with them. Trying to see, question, touch, absorb as much as they can as quick as they can.

Such a distraction and definitely not precious

Well at least, that is what I imagine the disciples might have been thinking when they saw them through their adult, worldly-wise lens. Perhaps they tried to push them back, or maybe they asked the parents to take them to the back of the crowd – although – I’m sure that wasn’t the case if there was a child in need of healing. They wanted to see the miracles as much as anyone.

Yet – Rabbi Yeshua saw in the excitement and noise and active bumping and pushing and crowding – the preciousness of His Father’s love expanding into the world.

Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of God. Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it.” And He took them up in His arms, laid His hands on them, and blessed them.”

Mark 10:14-16

Our culture – our world – has been attacking children since the beginning of time. Pushing them to the back – ignoring them when a phone is in the hand – a hinderance at the end of a busy day – a burden to a life planned before they were knitted together……

And yet….

Yeshua Ha’Mashiach sees them as precious and longs to see, to question, to touch, to absorb in excitement, trust and love everything about them.

How precious is that?

#Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup  #rapture

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TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #30/31

I love the paint of words

The arc of phrase

The dance of metaphor

Alive upon the page

Bits and pieces

Bits and pieces.  

“The Paint of Words” by Ruth Bell Graham

I am not sure how I got here already.  Seems like I just started this 40-day prayer challenge, and here we are on Eve of Rosh Hashanah, The Days of Awe.  Awe meaning in His Light and Power – a deeper look, with reflection, introspection and repentance, at the choices made over the past year; falling to the knees and holding tight in prayer as He once again lifts those who seek out of the mirey pit and places their foot upon the Rock higher than for a new year during Yom Kippur.   

Light.  Power.

God came from Teman,

The Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah.

His glory covered the heavens,

And the earth was full of His praise

His brightness was like the light;

He had rays flashing from His hand,

And there His power was hidden.

Habakkuk 3:3-4

I have always been fascinated by two men who are barely mentioned in the Bible.  The first was Simeon.  He prayed all His life to see the Messiah before he died.  He was in the temple the day Yeshua’s parents brought Him to be circumcised.  Whenever I read Luke 2, I can almost hear YAH’s whisper as He told Simeon to look up and behold: the Light and the Power in the parents’ arms.

And the Light and Power filled Simeon’s heart as his prayer was answered.

The second person was Nicodemus –  a Pharisee used to being honored for his knowledge, revered by many, a teacher of laws, both written and oral, and – even though the Bible never says it outright – he must have had in his heart a prayer much like Simeon’s.  He heard of the young rabbi from Nazareth – the one named Yeshua.  Somehow, I know YAH whispered in his ear to listen and pay attention to this young teacher, and so Nicodemus did.  Perhaps, YAH nudged a little stronger which sent him to seek – one dark night – a solitary meeting with Yeshua where Light and Power not only filled the room, but filled a hole in Nicodemus heart and kept him wondering and watching until a cross seemingly extinguished that Light and Power.

Perhaps – as Nicodemus watched the gathering clouds of the storm overhead, he finally understood YAH’s whisper for what it had been saying all along – Messiah. How the word must have stung as he rushed to join Joseph of Arimathea to prepare for a burial before Passover began, and how he must have wondered and searched the scriptures as Sunday morning arrived, and the rumors exploded throughout Jerusalem.

Light. Power.

Nothing can contain that which Our Father has ordained.  Not death.  Not a grave.  Not sin. Not the evil one’s plans. Nothing can contain the Light and the Power of Yeshua Ha’Mashiach.

“I am the light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life.”

John 8:12

“And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, ‘All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.”

Matthew 28:18

#Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup  #rapture

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 #22-25

ALL Y’ALL, listen up – when eldest granddaughter comes for a short visit, Grandmother must RISE to the occasion and CLEAN the house so that we both can relax and enjoy our blossoming RELATIONSHIP.  It is a wonderful weekend, when the 21-year-old, 1st year PA grad student choses to spend a few days of her one week break with ol’ granny.

We shopped.  We found an old-fashioned ice cream shoppe that actually had an old-fashioned chocolate soda and coneys.  We laughed.  We cried.  From silly to serious, we talked until late into the night.  And when she left, this ol’ granny cried again …… and took a nap. Relationships in this chaotic world are important.

“There is no better proof of friendship than to help our friends with their burdens.”

St. Augustine

Obviously, All Y’all are important to me as well, or I wouldn’t be writing this blog. This indirect relationship just takes second place when the grands come for a visit.  The devotions continued, because that Holy relationship is foremost in everything, I do these days.  I wish I could say it had been that way all my life, but it wasn’t.  Way too often, The Shepherd would knock at my door for a visit, and I only managed to mumble my way through a short, rote prayer before I closed my eyes and then continue my wicked ways the next day.

The worst part? The Tabernacle that was carefully and sturdily built during my childhood, lay in tatters and small pieces before I finally opened the door to the One who had never quit knocking. Cleaning and piecing together a tabernacle is never easy.  Tears, repentance, prayers, meditation, singing only for Him, finding His promises and standing on those rocks, helped me hear His voice once again and start to patch those holes after the scales fell from my eyes. 

“LORD, if you will, you can make me clean.”

Luke 5:12b

The great part?  The Shepherd was on the other side of my tabernacle, helping me patch it back together.  He smiled at me through those gaping holes as He handed me a golden needle – those spiritual mentors whom He placed in my path to poke and stab new woven habits into place.  Then He threaded the needle for me with sturdy, silver thread – wisdom given to others through books and relationships that He knew would hold the patches in place with the conviction of His promises.    

He will – He did – He does.

“Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick [do]. But go and learn what this means: ‘I desire mercy and not sacrifice.’ For I did not come to call the righteous, but sinners, to repentance.”  

Matthew 9:12-13

Don’t know why, but this morning I woke up with this song circling around in my head, and it has been there all day.  So every time I walked my lab girl, flipped the mattress and re-made the bed, cooked some tomatoes down into sauce, this ol’ granny has been singing this wonderful song and smiling back at Him. I know I never have to be afraid when I stand on His covenants. 

When I am afraid, I will trust in you,
I will trust in you, I will trust in you.

When I am afraid, I will trust in you,
in God whose word I praise. (repeat 3 times)

In God I trust, when I am afraid.
In God I trust, in God whose WORD I praise

– by Steve Green

My tabernacle is in better condition these days.  He is still helping me to clean it, so that eventually, it will rise to a place where there will not be many more holes to patch. But until then, the needle and thread continue to pass back and forth between us.  He smiles as I hear His voice tell me His stories, and if I’m very lucky, He will soon call out to me and All-Y’all as He collects His Bride.  I’ve got my lamps and am daily trying to fill my extra vessels with His living oil.

I love being in His presence as we tabernacle together, but I have to admit that I am getting a tad impatient to see what it will be like in the place that He has been building just for me.

Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup  #rapture

TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #18

“Whatever you’re meant to do, do it now.  The conditions are always impossible.”

Doris Lessing, 1919-2013, Nobel Prize winning author

Beautiful LORD’s day.

Several walks with lab girl and even Spooky, Sparkle, Shadow kitty stuck her nose out the door for a short time (she’s just not big on staying out all day – unless it is just the right temperature…in her opinion).

Multitudes of butterflies.

Thunderstorm.

Inch and a half of rain.

Double rainbow.

One baby fledging on the ground saved (hopefully) from black snake just inches away.

GOD’s presence is with us in it all:  EMMANUEL.

“Therefore, the Lord Himself will give you a sign: Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a Son, and shall call His name Immanuel.

Isaiah 7:14

Emmanuel is mentioned 3 times in the Bible and alluded to a few times more.  When I was a little tyke, I thought it was just a Christmas name for Jesus.  Many years later, I finally read Matthew as a seeker; he was quoting Isaiah.  He just added the tag line: “…which is translated ‘God with us’.

Today – GOD went overboard on Matthew’s tag line today.

Butterflies seemed to be everywhere.  The rain was a mixture of rolling thunder, downpour of life-giving rain, sun peeking through the clouds as it continued raining – – – and then an amazing double rainbow that lasted and lasted and lasted.  I don’t think I have ever been able to enjoy a rainbow for that long – especially a double one. All I could do was smile and thank GOD for His presence… Immanuel/Emmanuel.

As the rainbows began to fade, I came in and downloaded the pictures I had taken and for once – a miracle happened – the rainbows, the butterflies, and the snake looked pretty decent in pictures that I had taken. I have never been the picture taker that my mom was. She had the artistic eye.

Miracles seem to happen when Emmanuel is around. His disciples learned it early in their travels with Him.

A wedding feast. 

A mother who nudged her son to start doing what He was meant to do.

He looked at her, and mentioned a few minor complications. It wasn’t any of their concern…..His time hadn’t come yet……  

I’m sure she looked at Him like all mamas can at times such as this.  I’m sure most of us have seen that look at one time or another. Yet, she was a little more than just a mom. She had also known the Holy Spirit as well.  She had been born for such times as these, and in the right spot in YAH’s perfect timing, she was a mother given the authority to push her fledgling Son out of their comfortable nest, so that He might start using His fully feathered wings.  Mamas are just like that.

Do you think He rolled His eyes? 

Sometimes, I imagine the disciples scratching their heads and trying to hide their grins behind their hands as they watch their Rabbi being bossed around by this little woman.  Then I laugh because I can promise you I think I hear Him sigh before he tells the servants, “Fill the jars with water.”

But the more I pondered this today, I wondered if there wasn’t a deeper meaning for the first miracle to be at a wedding feast.  After all – there is a wedding coming soon between a Bridegroom and His Church. In the traditional Jewish way, He has gone ahead to prepare a place for His Bride to live, but He is coming back…….soon.

Just like me, all the disciples expected Him to come back soon, but they weren’t thinking with all the prophecies in mind. Generation after generation of the church has thought that same way – never putting together all the prophecies.  Pulling out pieces of prophecy, they would shout about His coming.  But this is the first time when ALL the prophecies are lining up and right now – as I read Ezekiel, see Israel back in it’s land with Jerusalem as its capital, I wonder if that little Jewish woman is getting impatient to be a mother-in-law. I wonder if she isn’t nudging her Son once again to call out to His Bride to bring her home.

Emmanuel.  

I know as I looked up tonight, I felt His presence and was so thankful.

Then the angel told me to write, “Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb.” And he said to me, “These are the true words of God.”

Revelations 19:9

#Hedrawethnigh #keeplookingup  #rapture

TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #13

“Tell us,” they said, “by what authority are You doing these things, and who gave You this authority?”

Luke 20:2

I read this Bible verse and in my head, I could hear so many people asking this question. They may not say these exact words, but it is the main question.  It doesn’t matter which side of the political aisle they are on – it is the question. It doesn’t matter if it is about the diabolical bug, Afghanistan (or any other country), bit coin, global re-set, WOKE’ism, anxiety, masks, CRT, vaccines, religion – – – that one question comes from all sides – in all areas – and so often with anger underlying it and the divide between them growing only larger.

What are your sources? By whose authority?

The answers vary.  Each trying to convince the other that their sources are better, stronger, wiser than any others brought to the conversation flowing between them.  And yet – the hole between them – within them – has only grown.

2000+ years ago, the Jewish Priests asked Rabbi Yeshua the same question. (Doesn’t that make you wonder about the times we are living in?) They were the authorities.  They were the sources that others quoted. They were the references everyone was supposed to honor.  And yet – here was this young rabbi from a rinky-dink part of the country trying to “teach them”?

Did any of them remember this man as the child who had sat with them on a Passover feast so many years before?  Did they remember how they had been astounded by his answers and talked about him after his parents had come to take him home?  I often wonder if Nicodemus had been one of those in attendance when that youngster at questioned the temple priests?  Is that why he sought him out in the darkness of the night and questioned him alone – away from the eyes of the others?

Jesus answered, “If I glorify Myself, My glory means nothing. The One who glorifies Me is My Father, of whom you say ‘He is our God.’ You do not know Him, but I know Him. If I said I did not know Him, I would be a liar like you. But I do know Him, and I keep His word.”

John 8:54-55

Authority is one of those words that can be applied to many institutions, people and ideas, but continually in flux in our world. However, Jesus only cited one authority. Against all the wisdom of the known world, He stood alone on the Rock of the Father’s promises and WORD.

We tend to think this was easy for Him.  We forget that He was human just like us at this point.  He felt the rejection.  He felt the rebukes, the rants, the anger, the divide that was growing between him and those in authority of this world. And yet – I wonder once again – how many times he felt frustration and even some anger at these people who said they loved His Father…and in extension…even if they didn’t know it then…loved Him, the person standing before them.

So tonight, as I begin my nightly devotions and prayers, I hope I am brave enough to continue to stand upon My Father’s Rock as my authority. I pray for those who continue to fight wildfires.  I pray for our military and those who rush to stand in the gap for the rest of us.  I pray for the missionaries that are trapped behind a wall of disbelief and violence. I pray for all the Afghanis who are now living in a country they haven’t seen for 20+ years.  I pray especially for the females. I pray for those affected by earthquakes and other natural disasters.  I pray for those battling this infernal bug that continues to divide and separate as it makes so many ill unto death. I pray for those given earthly authority over me and those I love, that they might remember Matthew 11:25:

At that time Jesus declared, “I praise You, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because You have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children.”

Matthew 11:25

Blessed are the Humble for theirs is the kingdom of GOD…”

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TABERNACLING 2021: 40 Days TheChosen #10

“Trees are not known by their leaves, nor even by their blossoms but by their fruits.”

Eleanor of Aquitaine

If you were to pass by my tree of life today, no one would would want any of the fruit that they might see hanging from my branches. It has just been one of those days when nothing went as I thought it would go – so I’m sure my fruit could be a mixture of every fruit known throughout creation. A little sweet – a little sour – a little bitter – a little tasteless – and probably – a little ugly in appearance.

No, I haven’t lost my taste or smell. Just dealing with one of those crazy days when I have had to stop – take a breath – look up – and start all over whatever it was that I tried to do. Then again – I have heard from 2 other friends that their day was pretty much the same as mine. One of my friends felt she was taking a test.  I laughed because today’s devotion had been labeled just that: “Tested”.

“Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravenous wolves. You will know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes from thornbushes or figs from thistles? Even so, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, nor can a bad tree bear good fruit. Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. Therefore, by their fruits you will know them.

Matthew 7:15-20

Think back to all those school test days.  The nice thing about most of those days was that the teacher gave advanced warning that the test was coming.  HOWEVER, there were those tailspin days when a pop-up test/quiz made its appearance. You walked in the door and prayer became your go-to as you racked your brain for what that teacher or text book might have said over the past few days. But when it came right down to it, you either knew it or you didn’t.  The fruit was in your brain or not.

Testing days have been plentiful over the past few years.  Some people trace it back to the beginning of this millennium.  Remember Y2K? 9/11?

I tend to look even further back when I am in a period of hard testing.  Joseph, Jacob, Esther, King David, Job, Jonah, Jesus…  I read and re-read their stories.  I ponder and wonder.  I look for the fruits of their experience. Sometimes, I find the fruits, but often, the Bible and our loving Father/teacher, are way too quiet, and I am frustrated. I feel like I am bumbling my way through it with a few scraped knees and arms.

What I generally realize in hindsight, is that feeings don’t mean squat. Even though Abba was quiet, His arms was always wrapped tightly around me, and when the storm threatened to overwhelm me, He blew breath into my struggling roots and gave them strength to hold on until I started producing fruit again.

Testing is not fun – but the fruits???  Oh my!

Once those fruits start to ripen on my tree, they just drop into the mouths and hands of all those that are around me. Fun thing, when I check my lamp, it’s oil is filled to the top once again. Who can’t help but smile when the testing is over and life is easy once again?

As we enter another week of these birthpang days, I continue to pray for those whose countries are falling apart, for those struck by natural disasters, for those infected with illnesses, for those who are struggling with their personal testing, for those whose scales on their eyes are too thick to see the truth of a Shepherd who continues to carry them even when they deny His existence. 

The church age is about to end.  The bridegroom will shout for His bride. Prepare the lamps and fill the extra vessels with the oil of your tree’s fruit.


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