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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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Glimpse of Grace

For the past few weeks my head has been full of the thickness of the new spring. Spring pollen does not bode well with aging sinuses and words don’t come easily when the brain is fuzzy, befuddled, and swirling in mild circles.

However, like in most things, there is always the flip side of the coin.The good thing about feeling slightly yukky but not really sick is I do a lot more reading and pondering of ideas that I normally just throw in a file to think about later. Hmmm – – – does that even make sense? I think it does.

Unclench your fists
Hold out your hands.
Take mine.
Let us hold each other.
Thus is his Glory
Manifest.~MLE, Epiphany p.9

My Breadcrumbs journey let me back to a couple of books I found almost two decades ago – both written by Madeline L’Engle. Glimpses of Grace (devotional) written in 1995 and The Weather of the Heart (poetry), 1978,2001. I’ve read both of them before but decided it was time for a re-visit.

I’m glad I did. 
Trust in the LORD, and do good; dwell in the land, and follow after faithfulness. Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.”~Ps 37:3-4

For me, reading something the first time is like visiting a room. You walk around, 
notice a few things that catch your attention, 
enjoy your time there, 
and then close the door when you leave with a smile on your face. Re-reading a book is actually sitting down, soaking in things you never noticed the first time around, absorbing the nuances of the colors – light – shadows, and the craftsmanship that went into building it.

To the impossible: Yes!
Enter and penetrate
O Spirit. Come and bless
This hour: the star is late.
Only the absurdity of love
Can break the bonds of hate.~MLE, Annunciation, p.36

Re-reading the WORD is much the same. I was re-reading Psalm 37 today. I’ve read this Psalm many, many times and never noticed the insertion of the Jewish alphabet between verses. It looked like a shorter Psalm 119. Today I was reading it in my Catholic version of the Bible which sent me on a Bible search for other versions. Sure enough, when I looked on Bible Hub there are several other versions that include the Jewish word or letter.

I’m not sure why this was important today, but it was. When our brains are fuzzy and the world is pulling at our time, it is the little things we sometimes miss in our reading of His WORD. Often we need to revisit the room that we think we already know. 
Take a chair. 
Sit for awhile. 
Let the nuances soak into our very being. 
Absorb the colors. 
Let the Light cascade over us 
and catch a Glimpse of Grace.

But the salvation of the righteous is of the LORD: he is their strong hold in the time of trouble. And the LORD helpeth them, and rescueth them: he rescueth them from the wicked, and saveth them, because they have taken refuge in him.”~Ps 37:39-40   


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About 7 days prior to Halloween, I start putting the candles back in the windows so that all the windows are filled by Halloween. It is my own little tradition. I don’t think Hubby or anyone else in my world notices, but I do.

The sun sets earlier. Daylight savings time kicks back to regular time. And since Halloween has become a much “darker” celebration than I remember it being as a child, I feel like I need to put a little light into the night.

It makes me very thankful to have a Light in the darkness.

“For thou wilt light my candle: the LORD my God will enlighten my darkness.”~Ps 18:28

Candles in the windows are so easy these days. A couple batteries. A solar sensor that recognizes the darkening skies or lightening skies. Poof! A Light, barely distinguishable during the day, becomes a welcoming beacon in the night. A light that speaks of home, of warmth, of love, of dreams yet to come. A place where everything is RIGHT with the world.

I bumbled around tonight trying to find a wrap up for this Gratitude Attitude, I was clicking my way through a lot of different Roku options, and I found an old film called “Beyond Christmas”. In 1940, it was originally labeled, “Beyond Tomorrow”. Surprise – surprise – as I sniffled my way through the ending, the main character drove home the theme of the whole movie with this quote:

“Sometimes we have to go to the darkness alone before we can see the Light.”

On this 312th day of my 67th year, I am still amazed at how Our Father uses all things to work for His purposes. Here I am struggling, wondering how I am going to tie all of this together, and He just hands it to me, “Sometimes we have to go to the darkness alone…”

It has been a year fraught with many tragedies. It has also been a year abounding with bounteous blessings. We tend to ignore the Lights around us when everything is light, but when the darkness descends, those Lights are an essential guide to bring us home. I am thankful for the LIGHTS in the night that have guided me and perhaps – perhaps – my Lights in the darkness will guide someone else as well.

“Then the righteous will shine as the sun in the Kingdom of their Father. Whoever has an ear that will hear, let him hear.”~Matt 13:43  [google images]



It’s 11 days to the election. Early voting has started in most states that allow it. Words are ugly and getting uglier: nasty, criminal, deplorable, irredeemable
“Remove vexation from your heart, and put away pain from your body, for youth and the dawn of life are vanity.” — Ecclesiastes 11:10 (ESV)
My prayers for this country and its leaders continues every night at 6 P.M. during the 1942 American Prayer minute, and if I don’t quite make it at 6, I know that there is a place where time doesn’t matter. It is the same place where every person that is covered in any kind of sin IS redeemable.
It is time to start using wise words that express the beauty, the wonder, the awe of each individual instead of the ugly, dark words. According to ancient rabbinic tradition, Solomon knew this when he wrote, “Remove vexation from your heart…” Vexation in the original Hebrew should actually be translated “anger”.
Remove the anger. Clean the dark glass. Find the blessings in each of the next 11 days.
Grace and Salvation are always found in the Light and may we come together again as a nation.
1942 Daily Rations: “Jehovah is my light and my salvation: Whom shall I fear?~Ps 27:1
“Dense forests creep up to the very edge of the deep-blue waters of Lake Tahoe in the high Sierras. All about the sore are hundreds of campers, but during the day a person may paddle for hours in his canoe with a feeling that he is alone. Only when night does does the glow of many campfires make him aware of comradeship- – -the presence of life.
“So often in the bright daylight of our lives various interests and activities claim our attention so fully that the presence of the living Christ becomes obscured. Then comes darkness. A loved one is taken away. Storms of conflicting emotions arise. But in the darkness we see a strange light, the brightness of God’s glory- – -Jesus Christ the Light of the world- – -and our hearts burn within us. Darkness comes that we may see the light.
“The two men on the way to Emmaus had reached the darkest depths of despair when Jesus appeared and there was light. Paul on the way to Damascus had reached the deepest abyss of his life when suddenly the light of Jesus appeared.
“Read: Luke 4:18,19; John 8:12; 1 John 1:5-7
Prayer: O Lord, let us not fear, for thou art our light and our salvation. Though we walk through the valley of the shadow thou art with us. Amen.”

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Long ago, I fell in love with stories. Really — I fell in love and devoured as many books as I could carry home or that would fit in my bicycle basket. Remember there were no book bags in those days and our parents certainly wouldn’t think of hauling us anywhere. There was only one car per family, and it usually went with the parent who needed it the most. In my case – Dad walked to work and mom drove the car on most days.

Today – I found one of those orange covered series of books that made me fall in love with reading – – – Uncle Arthur’s Bedtime Stories. I don’t know if they were originally my brother’s books or if the parents just picked them up somewhere or if I just got them at the library, but I loved them. They were the Chicken Soup books of the day, and I think I read parts of them several times.

A classic from my childhood that I plan on reading tonight right before bed..

All things being considered, it wasn’t a surprise in today’s Daily Ration to see another classic – this time a poem. One thing about the Greatest Generation, many of the teacher/preachers were well-read and brought their classical training into their teachings, but they didn’t always include a reference.

So — me being me – I went looking for it. Toyohiko wrote this sometime in the 700’s. Who knew airships were around in the 700’s? Today, this poem is still used in the classroom but the lesson plans I found conspicuously didn’t mention God at all. Somehow, I kept wishing this Ration’s author had used the last two lines of the poem because it is in those lines that Toyohiko’s theme become clear and perfect. So here is the poem in its entirety because I just couldn’t stand it.

I cannot invent
New things
Like the airships
Which sail
On silvery wings;
But today
A wonderful thought
In the dawn was given,
And the stripes on my robe,
Shining from wear, were suddenly fair,
Bright with a light
Falling from Heaven –
Gold, silver, bronze
Lights form the windows of Heaven.
And the thought was this:
That a secret plan
Is hid in my hand;
That my hand is big,
Because of this plan.
That God,
Who dwells in my hand,
Knows this secret plan
Of the things He will do for the world
Using my hands.

1942 Daily Ration: ” ‘My power and the might of my band.’~Deut 8:17

“In the Chicago Art Institute is a lovely bronze cast of the hands of Abraham Lincoln. The hand from which this model was taken were the ones that wrote the Emancipation proclamation, the Second Inaugural Address, The Gettysburg Address.

” ‘The whole history of man’s progress can be interpreted as his growing ability to use his hands.’ The anthropologist tells us that man has used his hands in building with stones for one million years. For thirty thousand years man has used his hands to fashion spears, swords, and harpoons; for fifteen thousand years, to mold pottery; and for one thosand, to create machines.

“The hands also carry a spiritual message. God builds hi Kingdom by using our hands.

‘And the thought was this:
That a secret plan
Is hid in my hand;
That my hand is big,
Because of this plan…’~ Toyohiko Kagawa “Discovery” 712 AD

“Read: Psalm 24:1-6

“Prayer: Use our hands today, O God, we pray, In Jesus’ name. Amen.

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Hmmmm…interesting turn of events today. Over the craziness of my days, I tend to think about what I will write when I finally settle in my chair and take to the computer. Usually, there is a seed that God had already planted. I never know how it will eventually bloom, but I can feel it emerging as the day hurries me along and by evening the first sentence just plops itself our in front of me.

Today, there have been a series of things. It started with early morning vivid dreams that are just too-weird-to-describe. Dreams that I am still thinking about. Then I caught the tail end of talk about this verse: `I am the God of thy father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, `and the God of Jacob’Exodus 3. 6.

I’ve heard this phrase often throughout my life. It is not only in Exodus but also mentioned in the NT – in its entirety and in various shortened versions. Jewish tradition says that when things are repeated in the Torah, there is much to be discovered.

So I sat and thought.,,,
And thought…
And thought some more…

I’m sure there is much more than I know yet, but I’m working on it. So here is a quick summation of today’s random thoughts.

  1. 1. Each of these men represent some portion of Our Father’s characteristics in His relationship to us (that was a pretty easy leap).
    2. Abraham was totally faithful in his relationship with Elohim (again, more thoughts keep bumping around as I type this, but I really am trying to keep it short).
    3. Issac was a prince born of wealthy parents and yet – at the age of 38 (according to Jewish tradition) agreed to be a sacrifice – if that is what his father wanted (I do believe I have tons more to flesh out on this one).
    4. Jacob spent his life not sure of his place in this world – or ‘wrestling with God’ (tons more thought doesn’t even begin to cover this one).

But all-in-all, I think that God used this one phrase to tell us that He loves the faithful, those who are willing to sacrifice themselves and those who struggle with Him every day of their life. As an addendum to Jacob, when his struggles are over – he is reborn with a new name.

Thoughts in progress as I read these words in today’s Rations: “Yeshua answered and said to him, “It is written: ‘you shall worship THE LORD JEHOVAH your God, and him only you shall serve.’ “~Lk 4:8

1942 Daily Rations: ‘Angels came and ministered unto him’~Matt 4:11

Read:  Psalm 119: 161-168

“Jesus had come victoriously through his temptation. His last word to Satan were the closing words in the incident for today: ‘Thou shalt worship the LORD thy God, and Him only shalt thou serve.’ One must go the way that God and his universe are going or else be at sixes and sevens with the world and Himself. When Shelley was a child he once set fire to a fagot pile. When questioned as to why he had done so he replied that he had wanted ‘to make a little hell’ of his own. This is not hard to do. The easiest way to do it is to throw off all sense of standards to which we must be loyal. The happy man is the one who keeps faith with his ideals. Angels come and minister unto him. This is the peace of fidelity.

“Prayer: O Thou who are the strength of all souls, abide in us this day and make us strong. May we have courage to follow the right with such fidelity that there may abide in our hearts the peace of God that passeth understanding. Amen.”

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The neat thing about technology is the swiftness at which I can access information. As a research librarian at the Ohio State University Music Library,I could spend days trying to access some minuscule fact for a faculty member or doctoral student.

I loved the process. It was like an unsolved puzzle, so I was never bored. Well – – -that is perhaps a small exaggeration. When I was stumped (or bored)I would walk around campus, find an empty practice room, bang a piano, kiss a boyfriend, partake in some impromptu quartets with random people who were also bored and walking around the halls, write some poetry, hang out with my choir director – or boyfriend, and then go back to the search.

However – technology can not do that with a few random click. (As a strange quinky-dink – off topic note – I keypunched a lot of those same music books into their first digitation form in the 1970’s when computers took up whole rooms at OSU) Today, as I read today’s Ration, I knew I recognized the words to the last prayer from somewhere. Needless to say, I went on a search and within a few keystrokes found them.

“O LORD, support us all the day long, until the shadows lengthen and the evening comes, and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over, and our work is done. Then in thy mercy grant us a safe lodging, and a holy rest, and peace at the last. Amen.”~1928 Book of Common Prayer

Actually, I found it in several places. The above version of it was in the 1928 Book of Common Prayer which is probably where I read it or recited it since I made extra money in college by being a soloist for area churches or keypunching books into a computer. But as always – a search bring me new questions and gets me wondering.

However – for tonight, I am thankful for finding this night time prayer. A prayer with a long history of people reciting it and whispering it as they closed their day. A somewhat constant reminder in a chaotic world to thank Our Father for what we had, what we have, and what we will have as we continue to see Him with a humble heart.

1942 Daily Rations:
“Jesus knew what fear was, but he was never afraid He faced hostile crowds and he looked into the eyes of men who had murder in their hearts. The leaders of the day branded him as dangerous and said that he led the people astray. His own family thought him beside himself and tried to get him to stop his work and come home. His disciples could not understand his plans and ideas and fled from him in the hour of his greatest need. He literally sweat blood in the Garden with his heart courageous and eyes aglow. He never let fear master him; he mastered fear. On his lips were those quiet words which he still speaks to all brave souls who try to follow his footsteps: ‘Fear not…Lo,, I am with you always, eve unto the end of the world.’

“Read: Psalm 23; Matthew 28: 5-10; 16-20

“Prayer: O Captain of our salvation, when all about us is darkness and we know not the way, teach us to find new courage in they comradeship. ‘Support us all the lay long…until the shadows lengthen and the evening comes and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over…Then in thy mercy grant us…peace at the last.’ In thy name we pray. Amen.”

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Well that’s it. Hubby and I decided watching the debates this year are worthless. Personally, I’ve thought they have been pretty worthless for the past couple of decades, but I kept hoping they would turn away from the ‘one-liner, notice me, gotcha’ format’ and really discuss issues. I guess classic debates went the way of classic, Socratic education and are – primarily – missing from our society.

“One must have the mental and moral courage to face facts honestly and without flinching. One must see his antagonist squarely if he is to take his full measure. Fear to know facts often makes the facts seem more terrible than they are”~1942 Daily Ration

God winked, and I wondered – once again, ‘How does He do that?”

At this point in my life, you’d think I’d know to trust Our Father’s timeless looping and weaving. Time doesn’t matter to Him. Last week, I got a flyer in the mail that said ‘Jesus for President’. It was from a church in a near-by town.. While this new church is too far away to really become my church family, the name caught my eye, New Hope Church of Hillsborough.

God winked again, and I smiled. God knows I miss my old church, the WORD, the Spirit, the music and my friends in OH. http://newhope.rocks/

The colorful flyer now resides in my war room. It reminds me every morning and every evening to pray for our leaders. Jesus turned down being a king in this world. I’m relatively certain that He would turn down being President as well. George Washington fought against being President – twice. That’s the kind of man we need. That’s the kind of President I am praying to see one day.

1942 Daily Ration: ” ‘Be of good courage and He shall strengthen thine heart.”~Ps 27:14

Read: Psalm 27

“One must have the mental and moral courage to face facts honestly and without flinching. One must see his antagonist squarely if he is to take his full measure. Fear to know facts often makes the facts seem more terrible than they are. Fear is a fog, that makes specters out of lampposts. It is sometimes desirable that one should admit unpleasant facts to others. Confession gives outlet to strong emotion that otherwise turns in and may often accumulate dangerously. Better tell a friend your trouble than to break, trying to cover it up and to carry it by yourself True pride that will not burden another should not degenerate into false face facts aloe and with others is the surest way to discover adequate resources with which to meet them.

“Prayer: O God, we desire above all else to be honest with thee, with ourselves and with others Give us sense and courage to look life in the face and to stand before facts without evasion. Deliver us from false pride and self-pity and give us the calm of those who put their trust in thee, the living God. Amen.”

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Sanctuary 2015

mothers day 2015 b“When I tried to understand all this,
it troubled me deeply…”

When I read this Bible verse today, it caught me. I continue to read and re-read because it holds so much truth for me today. There is just so much about life we don’t understand. Why our loved ones have to die long before we truly understand how important they are to our lives. Why our children grow up way long before we are ready for them to soar out of our everyday lives. Or even – why doesn’t everyone think the way we do? That is probably the most vexing, right?

“till I entered the sanctuary of God;
then I understood their final destiny.” — Psalm 73:16–17

mother day 2015aThen there are weekends like this one. Weekends that remind me where my true sanctuary lies. Long talks with the Grands curled into my arms as we play tic-tac-toe with hearts and angels. “Face” time and yakky calls with the grown kid-lets over the thousands of miles between us. Hugs and laughter from the newly “mastered” daughter. A single rose from the garden that my hubby put in glass to bless our table. A large double peony from my mama’s garden transplanted from OH to NC which bloomed for the very first time this weekend. It is His Sanctuary…the family…a mobile sanctuary that He created for us; to help us endure the turmoil created by our own free will.

This weekend, (just by chance? I think not. Thank you, Father.),I started a new images (1)devotional by Mark Batterson, Praying Circles Around the Lives of your Children. The funny thing is – that the more I read it, the more I realize that it isn’t just about praying circles around your children. It is about praying circles around all those that are in your family circle…and your extended family circle…and in your extended- extended family circle…and even – for your extended heavenly family circle. Mothers, Fathers, Grandmothers, Grandfathers, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Steps, bio or adopted, friends, pets……….

“Truly, I say to you, whatever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.” Matt ~18:18

1951Today was a special day. Not because it had an official title declared by Congress. Not because of the gifts (although an xoxox typerwriter bracelet, fresh fruit and flowered book bags are, indeed, treats that I treasure). It is rather, the voices on the other end of a phone, the hand-written card/blog/statuses, the mama flower that bloomed it’s fragrance once again, a single rose, each individual effort that reachs out and binds our familial circle a little tighter here on earth and in heaven.

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in everyt situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” Phil 4:6-7

My sanctuary stands firmly upon its foundational rock tonight. It cradles me as I pray and binds my prayers around those I love. Those things that were troubling me, trouble me no longer for I understand the final destiny has already been beheld by the One who created us all and my soul basks in that perfect LOVE. Needless to say, I am feeling humbled and blessed.


hand of God“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” ~Psalm 90:12

It is holy week. 7 days from Saturday to Golgotha. 24 hours times 7. Approximately, 10,000 minutes to gain wisdom.

I started numbering my days last night. Shabbat a time with familly, friends, food, grandma mickey treasuresand Our Father started at sundown. Grands watched TWO Ice Age movies (sssshhhh…it’s a secret from mama and daddy) and giggled and laughed and jabbered. On this first day, it became a Grandma Mickey day. A day to dig into the “dress-up” chest – full of fancy hats, long gloves, jewelry and the softest coat imaginable. The coat that used to wrap around me much in the same way it wrapped around the Grands today. A comfort in strange bedrooms, in cold churches during long choir rehearsals and in the backseat of a car as we traveled home from family outings. I rubbed my face into the fur (much as I did when I was tiny) before I carried it into the next room to wrap it around the granddaughter….who proceded to bury her face in the softness. I could almost smell her perfume in the folds.

“Choose my instruction instead of silver,
knowledge rather than choice gold,” Prov 8:10

While Grandson played with one set of beads, long enough to create a sash of power on his tiny body and a power crystal ring that vanquished the “evil” Koayiyah from attacking us, the other one decorated Papa with rings, neckaces, pins and even a “Peter Pan Snood” that Grandma Mickey made for dressy occasions like singing with a band or dancing with Grandpa Mike (btw – I still have the 1940 pattern). Passing on our heritage…creating new memories for a future generation…a small link in a long chain.

“…for wisdom is more precious than rubies,
and nothing you desire can compare with her.” ~Prov 8:10-11

Today, the special jewels were on a compact that Grandma Mickey had carried for special occasions. The smell of the 1940 Elign American powder slightly lingers in thin powder puff. Granddaughter rubbed it everywhere on herself and on Papa’s feet. What I didn’t tell her is that I had rubbed that same puff under my nose just before I gave it to her. Just before the parents arrived, the Grands pulled out the old IQ game that I had spent hours playing with my parents and by myself. Another link in the chain.

So many years later the links are still strongly joined to the chain. The material things are merely a physical touchstone of the essence of the knowledge and wisdom passed on from one generation to another. A myriad of stories woven together with threads of facts and faith.

“Teach these new disciples to obey all the commands I have given you. And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” ~Matt 28:20

Rabbi Yeshua numbered His days during this holy week. I0,000 minutes to share as much as he could squeeze into these last 7 days on earth. He told stories. He pushed. He prodded. He provided links to help those He loved so that they could hold on to the wisdom He had sought to share. Those links still exists – on the earth – in the heavens – linking us – disciple to disciple – one to another – His family – from generation to generation.

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