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THERE

In the quiet of the morning, God walks with me and our girls. His Spirit breathes energy into my steps. And as I walk down the first hill – I can almost see it. The New Garden. There. Can you see it?

Just over the next hill. Around the bend. That place Yeshua will bring His many roomed mansion. The New Garden. The New Jerusalem. The place where we will walk together with the One who loves us best.

Walk together.

An amazing concept. Walking together. Side by side. Conversing. Laughing. Singing. Praying. As a people, we all don’t walk together so well since we quit walking with Our Father.

Our neighborhood is a quiet place by the time I take my dogs for their walk. The School buses have made their rumbling journey down the road. Construction workers rolled out of bed even earlier to reach their sites.  Office workers not long after. While those who cart their children to charter schools have also driven off with their agendas set for the day.

The girls and I enjoy our walks. How can we not? Birds sing to us.  The chatter of fall bugs (or it could be the ringing in my ears, depending on the day).  Stray cats dart out of our path while the dogs give chase. Squirrels throw hickory nuts on our heads. And – when we stop to gather a few scuppernong/muscadine grapes to eat on our return journey, a young female deer comes within inches of us before she sees us – – – and the dogs give chase – – again.

It is a good way to start the day.

Pray. Day. Way.

I often wonder if they rhyme for a reason. A Jewish sage once said that humans can not breathe without breathing God’s true name. The name that is ineffable, unutterable, distinctive – a breath of a name – YHWH. It is a breath of a sound. A breath returning to the Creator who breathed it first into our nostrils – – – the “breath of life” in so many ways beyond physical.

The walk allows time for many thoughts to circle. Breathe in. Breathe out. My conscious mind absorbs His name and lets it soak deep into my lungs. It flow through my heart – fills my mind with His Light – circles my soul with His Love. A day that starts as I pray. Pray for walks were we all join together. Pray for those trying to find life amid destruction. Pray for those who forget to breathe His name. Pray for – – –

– – -there.

There. That place over the hill – beyond the bend – where a many room mansion is almost complete – where a Garden waits to bloom – – where The Gardner waits to walk – to talk – to sing – to laugh with me and my girls as He dries my tears and offers me water that I might never thirst again.

Pray.

Day.

The Way.

“For the Lamb on the throne
will be their Shepherd.
He will lead them to springs of life-giving water.
And God will wipe every tear from their eyes.”~Rev 7:17

RATIONS 100 DAYS! #28

Today – well – I didn’t do much at all. It was nice. It was relaxing. And – well – – – I have totally no idea what I did that the day is over, and it is dark outside.

Didn’t listen to a sermon.

Didn’t do my devotions.

Didn’t do any crocheting.

Didn’t even really read much of anything.

And just like that – the day is done – gone the sun – from the hills – – –

Well you know – – – just one of those days.

But you know what? It is the beginning of a new season. I had a great – praise-filled – joyful day. It seemed like God was in every corner of this house and in every corner of me because what I did do was – – – pray.

I prayed for my friends who are fighting unspokens.

I prayed traveling mercies around those who were on the road.

I prayed for those fighting impossible, scary diseases.

I prayed songs of silence – quiet joy – within me.

I offered thanks for the gifts family brings to my life.

I offered thanks for His mercy – His love – His Grace.

“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; …” Ecc 3:1-8

It is a new season in our life journey, and it is definitely ‘more blessed to give than to receive.’

1942 Ration: “It is more blessed to give than to receive.”~Acts 20:35

“To the immature this is nonsense They have not yet discovered the mechanics of joy. We make much use of the phrase ‘getting a kick’ out of life. Those who use a gun know that a ‘kick’ is the rebound that comes from the release of pent-up energy. ‘A kick out of life’ comes as a part of a similar process. The child jumps up and down and laughs. The student bends to a problem and finds joy in it. Te loving heart pours itself out joyfully. No man is happy for long in merely receiving things. It’s nature’s protest that he is not the center. Happy people are those who put the center of life outside themselves. In sending, not in getting, in realizing their noblest hidden energies, they find life’s greatest and most enduring happiness.

“Prayer: O God, we pray thee that we may exercise this day the noblest capacities that thou hast implanted within us. Give us wisdom and courage to put into daily practice our best thoughts and dispositions, and the things we most sincerely believe. Amen.”

GOD STAR

saiya 9 14 14Immortal, invisible, God only wise… 

The Granddaughter has a name for it.  She calls it the “God Star”.  She generally colors it in yellow.  She sets it on buildings.  She sets it floating in the sky.  Yesterday, she set it attached to a huge pink and yellow heart with two giant Easter eggs on either side of it, and the beginning of a rainbow overhead (she got sidetracked).  Seriously, you have to love how a child sees things.   Maybe it is because I taught school for over 40 years, or maybe it is just because I am hopeful for the next generation, or maybe it is because my father wrote me one letter in my whole life and in it he said:  “And believe it or not, most of that light comes from the children”.  I only know I want to see things as my Father(s) see things.

“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.  Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.  And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.”  Matt 18:3-5 

God has been bringing the “God Star” to my thoughts a lot the past few days.  The news, obviously, has been a catalyst.  The reports of crucifixions in today’s world seem unthinkable.  Even be-headings takes on a nightmarish quality as I try to pinch myself awake.  I pray.  I look up.  I wonder.  I read more and more of the WORD.  And…as I hug the Grands ever tighter, I pray some  more that I will “become like little children” in all things. 

Most blessèd, most glorious, the Ancient of Days… 

Our minister has spent over a month teaching us to pray using the pattern that Rabbe Yeshua set before us in Luke 11.  You know – “The Our Father” one – the one we were taught to memorize on our knees with our parents – the one we recited every Sunday in church – the one that comes to mind whenever we are fearful, sad, angry, in pain.  The one we say by rote without even thinking about what those words mean.  It is just something we say, and sometimes, sadly, it has no meaning at all as we look at the clock and wonder how soon we can leave church and get busy with the important stuff in the rest of our day. However, times are changing, and the words are becoming more than just words.

Forgive us our sins, for [as] we also forgive everyone who sins against us…” Lk 11:4

I’m smiling because we are only half way through our study in this model prayer, and we started it a month ago. With the pastor’s words in my head, I thought a lot about what Jesus was saying in this small section of how He was teaching us to pray.  Asking God to forgive me for my sins is a daily occurrence.  Although I’ve gotten control of many things, there are oh so many more to go.  Resentment.  Doubts.  Fears.  Envy.  Old trespasses, grudges, hurts  that I keep imagining or nursing deep in my memory banks.  Forgiveness of those who sin against us is not as easy as just saying the words aloud or to ourselves.  Course, Satan is only too glad to remind us by using a smell, a slight, a piece of music, a picture to stir our emotions and amplify those old hurts right back to the fore front of our mind.  None of any of which is easy for me. 

“Almighty, victorious, thy great Name we praise.” 

However during church, this visual popped in my head.  Forgiveness is literally my granddaughter’s “God Star”.  Vertically, Our Father forgives us – totally – completely – repristination.  It is a unending,  A wide, golden ray that stretches all the way from Him, breaking the sin barrier of this fallen world, and blessing us in its encompassing, golden waves.  Our forgiveness becomes another golden ray, slightly less wide because our faith is still weak, that reaches horizontally to those around us on this plane.  If we forgive others as He forgives us, the “God Star” is complete, and we become the blessing to the world as Rabbe Yeshua modeled it for us.  Once again, it is not easy – especially when it is someone we love that hurts us.  Yet, isn’t that what we did when we allowed Christ Jesus to be crucified?  We hurt Our Father deeply, and still – He wipes it completely away with His Grace.  Can we not do likewise?

“Father, hallowed be your name, Your kingdom come. Give us each day our daily bread. Forgive us our sins, for we also forgive everyone who sins against us…”godstar b