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“I am making everything new!” ~Rev 21:5a

This verse has been drifting through my mind since yesterday, so I guess that is my hint. Got to admit, I’ve been paraphrasing these words – “I make all things new”. I laugh and feel Abba “Gibbs slap” me, but like DiNozzo, I smile because I know it is a sign of affection and pride.

Our home still looks like a construction zone. Lumber piles cover many of our new flat spots. I know, they will eventually disappear into a lumber yard – hopefully to bless someone else’s home in some new way. Piles of brush are still scattered hither and yon. And while my driveway is fairly cleared of Hubby’s toys (due to the highly functional new carport), there are still a few toys piled up along the side of the house. (The racks for hanging them in the “garage” haven’t quite made the “done list” – – – yet!)

“It is done!”~Rev 21:6a

Now these are words I am definitely waiting to hear for I getting antsy to see how our covenanted land will look as G-d knows it will. So while I wait, I’ve been pulling more brush from the edges of my garden, raking leaves and cleaning the front shutters. Did you know that stuff advertised on TV – RustOleum ReColor – really works? Wipe it on – stinks bad so be prepared – and whammo – shutters look new. Now if I just didn’t have to climb ladders to get the rest of the shutters done. sigh

Tonight the body is a little sore, but thanks to our therapeutic hot tub – not bad at all. An earlier shower has given way to a cool breeze chasing away the near 80 temperatures of the day, and I am content. Somehow, I just know the quirky home is content as well.

“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. To the thirsty I will give water without cost from the spring of the water of life. Those who are victorious will inherit all this, and I will be their God and they will be my children.”~Rev 21:6b-7

Tonight, as I drank my last glass of water, I watched Venus disappear into the horizon of trees. The puppies are snoring louder than the Hubby for once, and I feel a song rising within me. Moses and the people of Israel sang a song of joy when they emerged from the waters of the Nile. Miriam, the prophetess and sister of Aaron (which is a whole ‘nother story that is turning in my head) led them in another new song of joy.

Two prayerful songs of thanksgiving and praise to the Father who had blessed them.

Tonight, I think I might have a clue how that must have felt. It was a new day of song for this fleeing tribe of people – long, long ago. A new covenant was taking shape. Just as there is a new covenant song tonight singing on the wind from my heart to the Father – for my country — my covenanted land – my family – my friends – dancing through the narrow gate where the land has been made new and a garden beyond compare awaits.

“Behold, I make all things new.” ~Rev 21:5a


“All of us are on a journey to a country we have never seen.”

It has been a busy morning. Read a couple of chapters of a new book, The Immortal Nicholas (love,love, love reading great Christmas books) Cleaned the hot tub. Packed things away a few more things for our move in January. Then I lifted an old journal out of the cabinet. A few pages of handwritten papers fell out on the bed. Papers put there for a day such as this.

I had dreamed about mom and dad a couple of days back and have been thinking img603of them off and on since then. Those memories tend to be my calm waters in this rolling seas of life. I sat down on the bed and picked up the pages. Several pages were on yellow, legal size, lined paper were autobiographical. This was pretty typical for mom. She filled up a lot of those legal pads in the years when her sight was deteriorating.

img142Today’s find were, mostly, recounting the highlights of her adult life. Two similar accounts, taking up 4 pages, front and back. However, there were a few differences that made the reading interesting. Needless to say, I was smiling as I skimmed through them. Another page was full of things that happened in 1994/95. I think it might have been her Christmas letter for the year. She always wrote those out in longhand to all her friends. No computer narrative for her. Another was a tribute she wrote for the Wachtel 50th year Memory Book.

But it was the sixth piece of paper that caught me and slowed my reading to a crawl. Written on white, lined paper – torn out of a spiral notebook – filled not with her beautiful cursive writing – but printed in all caps – arrows and editing marks throughout.

“We love thee, we adore thee, we magnify and laud thy perfect name, O LORD! In the dictionary: Invocation means appealing to your God for three things: help, inspiration and witness. WE NEED HELP!”

She didn’t label this one. There is no date on it. The caps, underlines and img141punctuation made me laugh out loud. I remember getting letters just like this when I was away on journeys of my own or in college. It was always when she was at her strongest and ready to pounce on the world when she wrote like this. It is her enduring testimony that she wrote for one reason or another – Loudonville Methodist Church – Eastern Star – some convention she attended or a trip she took where she shared her testimony.

A testimony that I watched her live every day of my life.

“We determine therefore that by faith a man is made righteous and not by the works of The Written Law.” Rm 3:28

img409Just like me, she had her struggles. She was in no way perfect any more than I am. She had loud, noisy fights with my father – told “dirty, racist” jokes to anyone she thought needed a laugh – loved wild parties that went on most of the night – beer, fuzzy navels and rum n’ cokes on a hot day or at night after a long day’s work. However, like Abraham, she went out of her way to find a way to be kind – like Martha – she may have been critical but always found a way to serve. Like Paul – she sought repentence in the quiet of the night before she slept.

“The BIBLE rings with song: In Genesis with Jubal with the harp and organ; Miriam shaking the timbrel; the trumpets heralding the solemn feasts. The choruses in Revelations are overwhelming in volume. Let us sing the humns of faith, joy and gladness with all the fevrvor God intended – My special song of witness has always been, “He Touched Me.”

She IS the voice in my head. She is the lullabye I hear before I sleep. Today – she is speaking loudly once again, and I am blessed beyond measure as I continue on my journey to a land I have never seen.