Walking the Dream

Father, you are faithful in the most wonderful ways.
First of all the faithfulness to send yourself as our Savior.
And then, you bless the very paths our feet tread upon daily.
You bless our daily bread and our lives.
What more could we ask for?

That you bless others, that we might be able to share you
with those who don't know you.

Dead men...walking
Alive in Christ.

Coming Home

Sometimes I wonder what home really means? The Lord didn't have a place to lay his head. Probably spent time with Lazarus and Mary and Martha. But His secret place was away, alone, in the desert.
I've spent my whole life looking for my home. I've gone through houses, husbands, jobs, but I still feel homeless. Until I look to the Lord.
I realize throughout my lifetime, I've rested in Him, only to leave to find that 'home'.
[sigh]
Oh, Lord, please give me a whack on the head if I ever leave you to look for home again.

Why Me?

I don't know why, or how you love me.
But I know you do.

Selah.

Celebrate!

Holy Lord, what do we have in this life, but the Life you have given us.
This is the day that the Lord has made, we will rejoice and be glad in it!

Think about how we think about life. Is it in things around us?
No, it is that wonderful awareness that we are.
Yeshua said that His name is 'I Am'.

What is coming or what has passed cannot take or add to who we are in Christ.

I pray, oh Father, that this day will reflect the joy of who you are as you dwell in my heart, oh merciful Love, use me today so that others who don't know
how great your Grace reaches to our depths, will have a glimpse and call on Your Name.

White Christmas

Just another Christmas, but in Colorado, the snowfall was the highest ever recorded on Christmas day. It was wonderful. Like living in a snow globe. Looking outside the window the white fluffy flakes fell continuously throughout the day.

Candles and Christmas tree lights created a Ritz-Carlton ambiance at the dinner table.

It felt like Sunday, I suppose because the day focused my attention on the ‘reason for the season’, Jesus Christ. The one who came to save.

If ever a person needed saving, it is me. I am awash in error. But like the new fallen snow outside, the promise of forgiveness covers my iniquity.

‘Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow.’

A Christmas like no other. No more acting out a role, like an independent child home for the holidays, only to flit away before the New Year. No more Mom the wonder-woman. No more working hard to be accepted.

I’ve fallen short, yet, this is the time to reflect on what has been given to me. Why would I deserve blessings?

Grace and grace.

Grace is the answer for the season. Grace speaks at Christmas. The Santa naughty and nice routine speaks of grace. Because we all know that the naughty side of the ledger exceeds the nice, yet we all receive blessings.

The blessing of family and friends, the blessings of freedom to worship our Lord and King.

Deep, white snow…forgiveness…grace. Truly a white Christmas for us all.

Sharing

It's been a while since I posted, it's not that the Lord hasn't been working in my life. I thought I would have to shut my business down, and the Lord intervened in a way that not only brought a blessing to me, but to others as well.
I've also been sharing my dilemma with others. It's interesting how people open up when everyone is in the same boat.

Two people spontaneously shared their struggles with me. It blessed me. Their faith encouraged me.

And they, like me, struggle with accepting Grace, with standing on forgiveness, with trusting in a spiritual Husband.

May our time of honor for the Light of the World be filled with Him, humbled that He loves us, joyful in His presence, content in His Peace that passes understanding.

To Monica

My cousin died in her Mother's arms.

I wanted just to hug you
before you slipped away
there were some things
I wanted to say:
I remember when you were the sweetest
little girl.
Your love for your 'Nina'
and your red, bouncy curls.
You grew so tall and strong
it's like you knew all along
you'd be going home before us
and you left us with your song.
It's a song of selfless love
of caring from your heart,
of putting on a nurse's cap
and knowing where to start.
To minister to those in need, and
turning not away
from pain, from tears, from
wasted years,
but gently hear you say, don't worry,
it's going to be okay.

Wandering

Like corridors of haze
I wander through the maze
of what is real and what's a lie

then I change my gaze
heavenward it's raised
and am lifted up on high

singing songs of praise
to the Ancient of Days
brings me back to Life!

August

Lord, sometimes it seems I've lost my dreams
the morning looks bleak and dreary
But I know you're here and I know you're near
and I know I don't have to worry.

Oh, Father of Lights! My own delight!
This sabbath please renew me.
Let me hear your voice and see your face
and send your Spirit to me.

Ha Shem, Your Name brings great joy within
and I am humbled by Your Great Love
as I think of all my sin

Blessed be Your Name, oh Lord.

and now it's summer

Why haven't I written in so long. It's not that I haven't sought your face everyday, it's not that I don't long to be with you.
When I was a child, I remember asking my daddy for the moon, I can still see it.
A full moon, so beautiful and distant. What longing, what desire and yet what vanity.
How hopeless and empty, to wish for the moon.
But I was a child and it seemed logical to me. And yet how much do I still long for and yearn for the things of this world when, if I looked a little farther at the Creator of this world, all of my desire would lay down at His pierced and risen feet.

Oh the joy when I realize that all along, it was My Lord who was calling to me, not His creation.

yes, Lord

Is It Any Wonder?

Really, doesn't the Lord ask us to leave all and follow Him? That means leave all desires, hopes, aspirations, and sit and listen to Him.
Let the day unfold, as if some Wonderful Planner had it planned all along.

Release the worry, the tension and unleash the Praise and Worship.

Get along with the Spirit. Didn't He say that the one who is born again is like the wind?

Praise You, Father, you are my strong rock and you will lead me into your Kingdom.

What about the dog days of spring?

Why would anyone feel droopy in the springtime? How can sunny days and tulips trigger depression and gloom?
Could it be because the inner man is taking cues from a different reality?

I've often wondered how people with financial security could suffer the blues...or beautiful people could hate themselves. And it is occuring to me that the same lies that go off in my head, afflict most people.

How much I believe the lies is up to me. Or them. But reality does begin in the mind, the conscious, the inner being.

That's why understanding the Lord is so important, understanding who I am in the Lord is factual.

Seasons come and go, beauty is fleeting, but the Lord who Created and Redeemed me never changes.

Sometimes a break is too easily fixed....

Sometimes I really feel like I've been humbled.
I am low, so low. And then a flicker of my old self
twinkles. I'm not really broken, I'm playing possum.

I used to throw tantrums and feel like I was dying.
But after the dramatics, I was still kicking.

What is it to really die to self?

It must have something to do with living to/in Christ.

If He is really present, then I must really be gone.

I can only hope.

Going Against the Grain

Sometimes it seems that the wave of unbelief can carry
me to the place where I admit defeat.
A thought that what I am praying for, just can't happen.
Fear seeps in. Who says it can't happen? Who has spoken...

Is that you, Lord?

Switch to navigation by faith. What does the Word say?

So, when I pray for my son's wholeness, I rebuke the unbelief. I cry
out, Lord, I believe, help thou my unbelief and soon, I hear that
my son has improved a bit.

Peace washes over me.

Wasn't manna given in the desert, here and then gone in a moment? How much is
our feast a momentary thing, yet, like bricks on the road to Rome, our daily bread, brings us one more moment home.

Spring

Well, it's been a long and wonderful winter.

Wonderful winter? Yes. The Lord is the reason for season, remember?

And that is spring, summer, fall and winter. Do we change with the seasons?

No. We ought to spiritually stay on course. This is where I believe, idolatry can come creeping in. We begin to rejoice with the new growth, and the warmth, but isn't this focusing on the creation rather than the creator?

What about the confusion of the term Easter? Don't we know that it has a pagan root coming from Ishtar, the pagan goddess of fertility?

Celebrating the Messianic version of Jewish Passover and the holiday of firstfruits, can keep us on focus, I believe.

Come on, lets make a few changes. Let's be leaders.

Let's have a great spring.

It's Snowing

Snow covers everything. Fields that were brown and full of weeds yesterday are covered over. When the sun comes out the snow will glisten, and sparkle like a field of diamonds.
How do I see myself when I confess my sins and am forgiven?
The Bible says my sins are covered and they are white as snow, that means the snow becomes the metaphor for my sins. I often make the mistake that the covering of the snow is all I have to claim. That somehow my sins are covered, just like the little weeds that show themselves as little lumps under the snow. My sins don't actually seem to go away.
But the Bible says they are white....as snow.....
Every now and then I really get it. That in Christ, I am pure.
And it impacts how I see others. They are forgiven as well.
And I can truly rest in Him.
Peace. Selah

Grace Under Fire

Or should I say, Grace in fire? One thing I know for sure, is that grace is the key to understanding the whole Christian thing.
Jewish law, attaining Nirvana, solidarity for unity, whatever the moniker, working to attain the righteousness we're hungry for will never make it.

The only way to peace is through the finished work of Christ.

I just heard a girl singing. Her song had a phrase, that went something like this:
"I wish I was a girl with flowers in her hair", she related back to the year 1969.
Her song indicated that back then, there was something different than now.

Back then, it was still Grace that got you where you needed to go.

The only way
to run away
from the toil of today
is to say
Grace
and Peace, through our Lord, Yeshua Ha Meshiach

September

Winds gently blow
over my sinful soul
cooler, cleansing,
letting the old man go.

Rosh Ha Shannah, feasting
trumpets blow
newest of the new
overwhelms my sorrow

Happy Birthday Yeshua
Happy Birthday Earth
Happy, happy, joy joy
Happy time of Birth.

And see, first the eve,
then the day
at this time of harvest
winter looms, spring is on her way.

insight

Oh Lord, you have been here all along
I pray for wisdom

Oh Lord, you have seen my distress
I pray that I can let my burden roll away

Oh Lord, you are so awesome, so wonderful
I pray

Oh Lord!

Praying

I think it's time to pray for our enemies. Bin Laden, Hezbollah, Iran, etc.
Realizing that Yeshua died for all. Realizing that we have to defend ourselves, yet at the same time to pray that these poor wretched souls who may have never heard the good news, will have a chance for salvation.
Do you believe that Yeshua is your Creator and Redeemer?
Then stand up and fight the spiritual battle. For the souls of those He died for.

Lets pray....