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2020 VISION: Short, Sweet #9

Blessed are the people who know the joyful sound!
They walk, O Lord, in the light of Your countenance.

In Your name they rejoice all day long,
And in Your righteousness they are exalted.
For You are the glory of their strength,
And in Your favor our horn is exalted.

For our shield belongs to the Lord,
And our king to the Holy One of Israel” (Ps. 89:15-18).

The sun has set in NC, so the Feast of Trumpets and High Holy Days have begun. When Jesus was a boy, He would walk for 6 days to get to Jerusalem – that is how important it was for family and friends to make the journey.  10 days of worshiping the Father and listening for His voice. 

“But the LORD God called out to the man,“Where are you?” Gen 3:9

Jewish sages say that in the days leading up to the High Holy Days, Abba comes down to earth and wanders among His people as He did during the days of the Garden for this is the day of Creation.  5781 years ago – the Day He drew a deep breath and spoke, “Light Be!”  So He comes.  Calling to His children to return to Him.  Wanting them to seek His face.  Missing His friends and wishing they could walk together as they once did long ago.

“Where there is no vision, the people cast off restraint; but blessed is he who keeps the Law.” Prov 29:18

Yeshua Ha-Mashiach brought us a vision 2000 years ago. He walked among us with power, signs and wonders or we would call them – miracles. A reminder that Abba’s desire is always to walk with us.  A reminder that as we look within, seek deep introspection, and find our knees in repentance that Jesus stands beside us, His hand resting on our head, and the Father doesn’t have to ask any longer, “Where are you?”

Blow the shofar. 

Light the candles. 

Eat the Bread. 

Drink the wine. 

Sing praises of Awe to Him who continues to seek us even in the dark of the night because He misses us and loves us beyond comprehension. 

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VISION 2020: Short, Sweet, #12

“Listen, my sons, to a father’s instruction;
    pay attention and gain understanding.
 I give you sound learning,
    so do not forsake my teaching.”
Prov 4:1-2

Today was one of those days that I had to depend on others’ wisdom.  It never fails to amaze me when a young lady can stick a needle into an arm, draw out several vials of blood in less than 5 minutes, and leave nary a trace of having been done any of that.  It takes me longer to eat a chocolate chip cookie.  Not to mention, a doctor who can make me laugh and relax while he cracks several different bones in this aging body.

Now that is “sound learning” beyond my understanding, and believe me, I’m really glad that they didn’t forsake their teaching as they did their jobs.

“The more I learn, the less I know…the more I learn, the more I realize…the less I know.” Yentl

The wisdom of the Torah says this is a special time of year. If Jesus still walked the earth, He would have already turned his steps towards Jerusalem so that He could be in Jerusalem by Friday night, the start of the Sabbath.  This year, the first day of Tishrei or commonly called, Rosh Hashanah begins on the Sabbath.  The blowing of the shofar; a ram’s horn calls Jews with a hundred notes of Awe into 10 days of repentance. 

The wisdom of repentance…of seeking…of listening……

As these days lead up to a prayer march in Washington DC on September 26, what better way than to look to the Vine from which we sprung?  Using the wisdom in the Book of Life that Abba gave us as a guide book.  Following the steps of Yeshua Ha-Mashiach into 10 days of introspection, repentance, and seeking wisdom for places where we strayed out of His footsteps. 

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VISION 2020: Nineteen

I wasn’t going to write tonight.
lord of lordSo many pictures to look at.
So many writing from their heart today.
So many friends on the West coast under fire fears.
So many prayers whispered.
19 years passed.
Shabbat Shalom.
Perhaps it is just me, but it seems as if this year 9/11 took on more introspection and preponderance than the 18 years between 2001 and 2020. I have my own memories of the day. My prayer covering for my children and husband who were all far away from me –extended family — what could I offer to the students walking into my classroom with tears and fears.
We all know the world changed on 9/11. Our blessing hedge was broken. For the first time in a long time, a successful attack by those outside of our country was carried out. While I didn’t have words for what I knew deep inside of me, I knew it was more than just what we were seeing on the TV screens and hearing our leaders explain.
It always is.
“And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh.”-Lk 21:28
I remember looking up.
Wondering.
Listening.
Waiting.
It is perhaps the first time in a long time, I remembered what I had learned lying under a tree in my yard as a child. “I was born for such a time as this,” whispered in my ears again. As I turned to face my class, I had the words. I had the plan. I knew what I knew what I knew. Sometimes…there is no concrete reason or human wisdom for the things we have to do in this world. There is just that whisper that comes on the soft wind of His breath.
“Pride [goeth] before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.”Prov 16:18
While I had no relatives or no one that I knew personally impacted by this warning, my spirit recognized it for what it was. I was awake and watching. I watched our leaders stand – quote the Bible – say the important things, but I was watching for something else – – -hoping for something else.
The churches were full – for awhile.
The flags flew proudly – for awhile.
People gathered monies and things to send to those impacted – for awhile.
Church services attended by world leaders and pastors happened – for awhile.
Gatherings of people united happened – for awhile.
“With pride and arrogance of heart they will say: The bricks have fallen, but we will rebuild with finished stone; the sycamores have been felled, but we will replace them with cedars.” Is 9:10
I remember specifically driving home when the leaves were full of color and the sun shining in one of those unbelievably blue OH skies about a month or so later. I had been railing – a little – at My Father because I didn’t know what I was looking for through all of this, and it was frustrating. As a teacher, I have this thing of being in control, and even though I knew that I would know when I saw it, I wondered if I really knew what I knew that I knew.
My 8th grade students had turned out a fantastic newspaper and had decided to donate the money raised to NYC schools affected by 9/11. It was the first time we had printed a full paper in color. Planes that had been silenced for a short time were back in the skies. People began moving more freely and making plans again. Routine was re-asserting itself. Leaders speeches were changing.
“When I shut up the heavens so that there is no rain, or command locusts to devour the land or send a plague among my people, if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray 2 Chronicles 7-14rand seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.”          2 Chron 7:14
When I got home, a wall plaque had fallen from the wall. Its words whispered His answer to my car-ride prayer. I had been looking for the humbling of our land — our leaders — our people. It hadn’t come, but I have continued to watch.
19 years.
19 terrorists on a planes.
COVID 19
Our Father is waiting and watching. He has me watching and waiting. My research has given me some words in the last 19 years. These are the harbinger years. Years of warning. Years of reminders.
Warning were given to Israel in much the same way when the people forgot where their blessings came from in this world. Their hedge of blessings was broken just as ours has been. 19 years came and the harbingers came with more intensity.
I am still praying. Our Father and His Son and His Spirit are praying as well. There is a always a chance. A day of national prayer, fasting and gathering in Washington D.C. has been called for by a Jewish Messianic Rabbi and a Christian Leader for September 26, 2020, Haazinu Shabbat Shuva, a high holy day during Rosh Hashanah.
Our Father winks only so many times. As I was reminded earlier this evening, 19 in the Bible is the number of divine order and God’s judgement. He reminds and calls in the midst of the storms because He loves beyond our sins. Yeshua/Jesus foretold that the birth pangs would worsen. It is the time. It is estimated that there are 200+ fires across our country right now. I’m praying that a holy fire replaces the physical and a revival reclaims our land.
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PANDEMIC VISION 2020: What Is Truth?

“What is truth?” retorted Pilate.” Jn 18:38

I haven’t written for a while. Well – that’s not entirely true. I’ve been writing. Just not writing for FB and blogging friends. This time of isolation really has been a time of introspection and thoughtful contemplation – both personally and collectively. It is as if Yahweh has “showed up and showed off”, as Mama or Dada used to say.

I’ve re-visited some of my favorite authors (the ones that I couldn’t bare to part with when I pared my OH library down to six crammed-to-the-brim shelves) and poets. I’ve written some new stuff, but mostly, re-visited some old writings that needed some serious tooling and up-dating.

Mostly though, I’ve spent a lot of hours in the WORD – in prayer – in breathing in: YAH and breathing out: WEH. Sitting in the sun while throwing the ball for the lab girls to fight over. Walking in the woods and watching the way the early morning light filters through the trees. Moving a load of mulch to help some plants that just weren’t happy where they were as I watch small critters crawl out of my way. Wondering, What is truth?”

In the age of deep fakes, scientists stating and re-stating facts and others stating and re-stating similar facts as they see it. It is hard to know whom to believe – or what to believe. For me, it always comes back to one thing – – – the Breath of Yahweh.

The other day, someone wondered why I used the word Yeshua instead of Jesus. I have been pondering that ever since. I wanted to say because it is natural and right somewhere inside of me when I do so. That lead me down another rabbit hole. Why do I refer to God as anything other than Yahweh?

Yes, GOD is our Abba Father, He is God, but He said His name was YHWH – Yahweh. “I AM that I AM”. I like to be called by my name – even though I have been called Teacher, Wife, Mother, Sister, Brynie. I am all those things, but mostly, I am as my parents named me – Bryn. And, while I value all those other names, I love hearing my name whispered in the mouths and prayers of others.

“The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom,
and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.”Prov 9:10

Facts are dubious in today’s world. Scientist vs scientist. Historian vs historian. Politician vs politician. I have even heard mathematicians finding issue with each other. The chaos of their words slam my ears, and my brain is inundated with their discordant noise. Facts and knowledge are always in flux. Easily twisted towards a bias or by new revelations of observable nature.

As I have listened, read and prayed in this time of isolation, I continue to come back to the One source that has never broken a covenant with me – even though I have broken ones with Him.
The One who never ignored my copious tears. The One who held me when my parents died. The One who cried with me in the middle of my sinful choices. The One who continues to set my feet upon the rock higher than. The One who lights my darkness and gives me grace.

YAHWEH: I AM that causes.
YESHUA: I AM that saves.
YHWH RUACH: I AM that breathes.

“What is Truth?”

Pilot’s words have echoed in my head over and over the past few weeks. Pilot turned away after he asked this question. He washed his hands of it – just like many of us do in similar situations. He, too, lived in a world full of contradictions and/or opinions. Facts twisted one way and then twisted another. Each faction strongly holding their own counsel when the answer stood in front of all of them and they saw it – or heard it – not.

“For this reason I was born and have come into the world, to testify to the truth. Everyone who belongs to the truth listens to My voice.”– Jn 18:37

I have no answer to which side holds the wisdom of all the controversies are swirling around us right now. But – I do know for certain WHO holds that wisdom and will give it freely to all who want it. Just like Solomon, all we have to do is ask. I also know that when I choose a course of action and feel the “Peace that passeth all understanding” as I walk forward – – – I know that the the Trinity of Truth is lighting up whatever darkness I may encounter in front of me. There is only one Truth, and it set me free to listen for His voice – His breath – His cause.

As all these cliff edges threaten to give way under our collective feet, I can’t think of a better time for a National Day of Prayer to happen. Tomorrow will be a time of fasting and prayer for me as I strain to listen to His whisper and seek His face in this stormy time of life. Our country has found its knees in time of crisis before; I think we need to find them again.

“I have heard your prayer and have chosen this place for Myself as a house of sacrifice. If I close the sky so there is no rain, or if I command the locust to devour the land, or if I send a plague among My people, and if My people who are called by My name humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, forgive their sin, and heal their land.” 2 Chron 7:12b-14 

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BITTERSWEET APRIL DAY

25 years ago the world was a different construct. Instant notification was not common. Phones didn’t travel with us everywhere. And often – we just plain didn’t know about things that would change our lives until it was much later than we liked. But once in awhile – times when we least expected it – that instant notification still existed.

April 28th has always been important to me. It was my daddy’s birthday. As a “Daddy’s Girl”, it was a big deal. Making crayon cards. Buying presents with my own money from delivering TV Guides and Saturday Evening Posts. Going fishing because that is what he wanted to do to celebrate. Sitting on the small seat he made for me around the “thinking tree” watching a storm race over our heads.

“Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand.”~Prov 19:21

Somehow – I don’t think it was a coincidence that this bittersweet day became even more bittersweet twenty-three years after my daddy’s death. In a crazy turn of events – spending the day with my mom as she had surgery in Columbus – hubby getting busy at work – a Grandpa happy to pick up the kids from school – a busy intersection – – –

Things happen in a blink of an eye.

Today, as I usually do on this day, I pulled out “the accident” notebook. It is full of scraps of paper, newspaper articles, pictures, cards, and notes that I wrote down to keep myself from going crazy when the world seemed too chaotic to handle. I generally cry a little, smile a little, and wonder a whole lot.  It is a time to remember wisdom gained that hard way.

Today I found one page of random thoughts written in red ink. For whatever reason, it had gotten stuck between two pages of cardstock that had various news clippings on them. The format of this one page of notes made me laugh. It has the same format that I use today in a lot of my blogs – as if – I had time warped forward or backward and tapped into “me”. I guess that should not have been surprising since it was probably written in the middle of the night or very early morning while everyone else was sleeping. I probably was “warped” out.

And how in the world have I not seen this page for 25 years?

In any case, I think there is more to write on this Bittersweet April Day. Miracles need to be shared for the world is too chaotic and hateful NOT to do so.

“I remember the former things of old; for I am God, and there is no other; I am God, and there is none like me, declaring the end from the beginning and from ancient times things not yet done, saying, ‘My counsel shall stand, and I will accomplish all my purpose,’ calling a bird of prey from the east, the man of my counsel from a far country. I have spoken, and I will bring i/t to pass; I have purposed, and I will do it.”~Is 46:9-11     

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GET WISDOM

Sunshine + rain + some kind of high pressure that is pushing 
that old bag of wind Florence further South = humidity overload to the nth degree.

The head hurts.

It has been a humid summer. Even most native North Carolinians have wiped their brow a few times. Today was no different until about 6:00 when the girls and I stuck our nose outside. The humidity had dropped (a little). Enough that we decided to take our rambling walk down the hill to the neighbors.

I love these walks because the girls are happily exploring, sniffing out new aromas, chasing random squirrels that drop out of a tree, and eventually – checking back in on me. As for me, it is the quiet of the neighborhood and my time to try to listen a little harder to my Father. I have this tendency to talk or think too much. Getting outside – whether walking or sitting on our swing – is my quiet time. Which – believe it or not – is really hard for me.

“The beginning of wisdom is: get wisdom.”~Prov 4:7

As much as I like being by myself, I am not a quiet person. I talk to myself. I write stories in my head, Songs may interrupt me at any time. I tend to have this running commentary going on in my head at all times. Meditation is extremely SO hard. If I am quiet – I’m generally asleep within 5 minutes. So listening to God is hard – – – really, really hard.

So today as the sun was setting, I was doing my best to listen and suddenly, last night’s dream popped into my mind. I remembered I was dreaming in French. Now you have to understand that I hated learning French and don’t really remember much. But I understood everything last night – even the song that was being sung by a bunch of dancers in white – except for one. That one had a copper skirt that only showed when she kicked her feet up in the air.

I figured my mind was getting me off track again, so I prayed a little on some prayer requests circling around and tried to still my mind again. By that time, I found a rock that had moss growing on it, and I had to take a picture of it, right? Then the dogs were under foot and smiling at me, so I had to stop and talk to them. Do you see why being quiet is so hard for me?

“Blessed are those who have learned to acclaim You, who walk in the Light of Your presence, LORD.”~Ps 89:15

I tried a couple more times before I finally just smiled up at my Father, shrugged my shoulders, and asked for His forgiveness for not being a good listener, and I swear I could almost hear Him laugh and I was thankful.

Earlier today, I was reading about the shofar blasts that are used during High Holy Days. There is one blast that is a series of 9 notes. The word for it is “teruah”. It is also the original Hebrew word that is used in Ps 89:15. It is usually translated as “to acclaim” in English. Jewish wisdom looks at it slightly different. They say, “Blessed are those who know the secret of the sofar blast…”

Can you keep a secret?

The first shofar was created after God showed His grace, His mercy and His love to Abraham and Issac by providing a sacrifice. Thus, to hear a shofar is always a reminder of His mercy – His grace – His love to all people. A reminder that when we, as a people blow our horn and are able to accept responsibility for our foolishness – our sins – all on our own, God doesn’t have to correct our behavior for us. Instead, He can blow His grace, His mercy and His love over us and smile.

Starting the 4th day of the High Holy Days – a little wiser and a whole lot more thankful that My Father certainly knows and loves my heart and hopefully, as I grow a little wiser, my heart will be a little more like His. 

“Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God.”~Matt 5:8

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SCRAMBLED EGGS

I am SOOOOO TIRED, and I really need a revival of energy tonight so I can unscramble all these different messy eggs of thought into something edible.

“My child, listen to me and do as I say,
and you will have a long, good life.
I will teach you wisdom’s ways
and lead you in straight paths.
When you walk, you won’t be held back;
when you run, you won’t stumble.”~Prov 4:10-12

Egg #1: When you are feeling better after feeling crummy – if you are like me – you tend to overdue it. Walk the dogs. Mow the lawn on of the hottest days of the year. Take a long nap. Alright – so that last one didn’t really take a lot of energy, but it did remind me that I need to remember “wisdom’s ways” so I don’t stumble and fall when I overdo it.

Right now, our Koay is curled under my feet, our Ryndi is in front of the fan (which is where she lays pretty much all day long on hot days) and tiny Shadow is curled between me and the side of the chair. Eyes are heavy, thoughts are like scrambled eggs, but it is a good tired since I got devotions done and spent time in my private place of prayer.

Egg #2: I’ve been reading Rabbi Cahn’s devotional book that confounds me almost everyday with Jewish wisdom and how the prophecies of the Messiah and all the stories of the Old Testament confirm and enhance Christus Yeshua in the New Testament. I’m still turning today’s thoughts round and round – examining them from all angles and wondering some more on how perfectly they point to the perfect path of the Messiah’s journey. and His journey to return.

Journeys never go smoothly in my life. That is probably true for most of us. However as long as they essentially get me where I want to go, I’m okay with a few crazy detours that God or my stupidity might throw into the path along the way. I have a feeling the Founders of our country might have agreed.

Egg #3: On this day in HIStory, a year prior to the Declaration of Independence, the Continental Congress issued another declaration to King George on why they would be carrying arms in the future. Like many other baby steps the Founders took, they mentioned the foundation upon which they rested their arguments from the beginning sentence where they called Him the “divine Author” to its final conclusion..

“With a humble confidence in the mercies of the Supreme and impartial God and ruler of the universe, we most devoutly implore His divine goodness to protect us happily through this great conflict, and to dispose our adversaries to reconciliation on reasonable terms, and thereby to relieve the empire from the calamities of civil war.”~Jefferson/Dickinson

I guess since I’m yawning and kitten is stretching her claws into my thigh, I need to whisk these somewhat scrambled eggs of thought into a nifty conclusion.

I wish I had one.

Instead, I think I will finish with this – while governments and laws are necessary in this crazy world that has been colored by our sins, it is good to remember that Grace and Truth take those colors and wash them clean – which of course – makes journeys so much smoother and scrambled eggs much easier to swallow..

“For The Law was given by Moses, but Grace and Truth came by Yeshua The Messiah”~Jn 1:17 [google images]

 

The Dwelling 2016

A year ago, Hubby moved us into a house we didn’t technically own yet – had carpet that was beyond description – holes in the wall, missing fixtures, no working appliances, black water that trickled out of one facet, and – virtually – no heat.

“By wisdom a house is built, And by understanding it is established; And by knowledge the rooms are filled With all precious and pleasant riches.”~Prov 24:3-4

I’m not sure this move had much wisdom or precious and pleasant riches in it when I first saw it, but God’s blessing colored those first impressions, and I smiled. Found it in late December, changed our plans to build and got a contract to buy before New Year’s Eve. Luckily, the day we moved, the first new toilet was put in place, carpet removed. the water lines flushed and one bed erected. Everything else remained in boxes in the garage or stored in trailers on some land we owned about 3 miles away. 2016 was shaping up to be an interesting year.

“The LORD also declares to you that the LORD will make a house for you.”~2 Sam 7:11

This I know for sure – the LORD has always made a house for me even before I recognized it. There is a history to our spur-of-the-moment decisions that come at the end of certain sporadic years in our journey together. As high school sweethearts, we broke up for 10 years and got back together in December. Three years later — in late December – we changed our wedding date from May to January 9. Six years later – we found the perfect place to build a home – on New Year’s Eve. 25 years later – in January – we moved from OH to NC. And there we were again – 3 years later – in another December/January quandary of moving craziness.

(Personally – I am adding this prayer to my war room door – “Can our next major move in life, to a home you have waiting for us – PLEASE – be in spring or maybe fall?”)

So tonight, as I sit in a completely re-done house, I look around and am content. The somewhat, squeaky wood floors and gas logs wraps around me just as my childhood home on Riverside Dr, used to do. A new kitchen, two new bathrooms, a brand new heating/AC system, and two silly labs asleep at my feet remind me of how much Our Father can accomplish in our lives when we are listening and willing to step out in faith.

A house that the Grands called “the spooky, stinky, ugly house” is the place they love to visit and spend the night. Clean, patched walls are covered with treasured memorabilia from our 36 years of traveling together and revered, separate pasts. A true war room closet door filled with the WORD, praises and prayers that Abba has lovingly blessed over the past few months. And 2 sleepy chocolate dogs that curl into me at the end of day have made that house a home.

This is as close to heaven as it gets. A neighborhood full of people we know by name and visit with often in the course of a week. Laughter from children who still play outside – not to mention the “boys” who love riding their noisy “toys” along with the kids. I guess this is just my way of saying, “Thanks, Father”. 2016 was one crazy year, and I’m just waiting with anticipation to see what 2017 will bring our way.

“In My Father’s house are many dwelling places; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you.”~Jn 14:2

Because of Christmas #8: Humble Pie

It as not been a good year for Humbles. There’s been a drought of kindness in the meager water supply. Not to mention, the much needed love fertilizer was held up in production due to an ineffective leadership that had not taken good care of the factory or its workers. If only a Thanksgiving a miracle would occur. But alas, the last sarcastic hail and hate tornadoes decimated the field to only a remnant. There might be no Humble pie tomorrow at the table.

“When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom.”~Prov 11:2

In its glory, an abundant crop of Humbles is hard to describe. Their fruits are an array of iridescent colors, and when conditions are right, the tree of the Humble seems to dance in the light of the grace-full Son. Harvested, the fruits’ smell seeps free of its flesh and permeates the very air around it with such sweetness that it blesses every Thanksgiving homestead for an entire year.

“God opposes the proud but shows favor to the humble.”~1 Peter 5:5

Herod didn’t like Humble Pie. Didn’t eat it. Didn’t grow the fruit. In fact, he burned the fields where the trees grew. He even closed his curtains against the light of the Son. He knew he was right. He pursed is lips and refused to listen to anyone’s opinion except his own. He ignored the signs. He avoided the manna that he could have gathered. Worse – he wouldn’t drink from the well that would never run dry. His perversions were well documented, and he missed the grace of Humbles blooming in his fields forever.

“Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves,”~Phil 2:3

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Not just a day to watch football. Not just a day to eat food. Not just a day to spend with family. Not just a day to debate issues. Not just a day to shop for material things. Not just day off work. Not just a day.

“And everything that you perform in word and in works, do in the name of our Lord Yeshua The Messiah and give thanks by him to God The Father.”~Col 3:17

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. A day to find one of the remnant Humbles. There are a few trees left. Seek it out. Harvest it within your field. Make a pie and offer it as a blessing to those who share your table, that your loving Father might bless your year in the name of the Son who eternally brings grace to a never empty table.

 

“To the humble, God gifts great treasures.”~Max Lucado (p88)

Blessings!Be! and a Blessed Thanksgiving for all. [google images]

RATIONS 100 DAYS! #77

What a weird week. Hurt the toe (which is healing nicely – if too slowly for me), and this morning when I woke up, I could see everything perfectly. I was flabbergasted. I can’t even remember the last time I could open my eyes in the morning and see everything clearly.
I blinked a couple of times and was about ready to praise My Father for a miracle when I felt the contact slide into place. Apparently, last night I slept in my contacts. I have been wearing contacts for almost 50 years and have never forgotten to take them out – not once – not ever. A nap here or there – sure. But never overnight and never for 24 hours. Even when I pulled all-nighters in college or with my kidlets, the contacts came out.
As I have aged, I usually take them out earlier in the evening and wear glasses. But last night, not only did I go to bed with my contacts in, but they never irritated my eyes enough to wake me up – at all. However, when I took out the contacts, my vision was not what I am used to, so I put them away and wore the glasses. I will certainly be one happy person to put my mono vision contacts back on tomorrow and be able to see things clearly.
“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.”~1 Cor 13:12
Needless to say, as I struggled doing the ordinary things I like to do – reading, writing, seeing things in the distance, I had this promise drift through my brain a couple of times, 1 Cor 13:12. The reminder that there will be a day when I get to wake up in a world and see perfectly.was definitely a blessing to my day — a blessing to my week – a blessing to my life.. .
1942 Daily Ration: Read: Psalms 10
” ‘What is a mocker, strong drink is raging; and whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise.’~Prov 20:1
“Out of the dim past comes the story of a young cupbearer, Cyrus by name. He had been appointed to serve his grandfather Astyages, the king. In serving the first time, he presented the cup to the king with a dexterity and grace that charmed Astyages and his mother, who was also present. The king embraced him with great fondness and said, ‘I am well pleased, my son, No one can serve with better grace. But you have forgotten one essential ceremony – – – that of tasting.’
” ‘No’ replied Cyrus, ‘it was not through forgetfulness that I omitted this ceremony. I relaized that there was poison in the cup.’
” ‘Poison, child! How could you think so?’
” ‘Yes, poison, sir, for not long ago at an entertainment you gave for the lords of the court,, after the guests had drunk a little of that wine I noticed that all their heads were turned; they sang, made noise and talked they did not know what. You yourself seemed to have forgotten that you were a king.’
” ‘Why,’ said Astyages, have you never seen the same thing happen to your father?’
” ‘No, never,’ said Cyrus. ‘When my father drinks, he drinks water.’
“Prayer: Grant unto us, Our Father, the wisdom and strength to overcome the temptations to our path, and to abstain from those things which hinder our physical, moral, and spiritual development. Amen.

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