I’m sitting in this living room. ..obedient to the call for a day of rest, the sun has set on milky grey blanketed peaks, city lights sparkle under its protection. I see this from my window. Six long months of house hunting, buying, moving. ..all the while starting this business, exhaustion has been redefined in this physical body that houses my soul. Not soul weary, just acutely aware that the ever growing and full of life soul that has met it’s Savior face to face still lives in a very finite and fallen state. Grace suffices, no…it is far more than sufficient – it’s as infinite as the One who gives it – Elohim, Yahweh, I Am, God the Father, Holy. And it’s strength is beyond measure.
It’s quiet, the kind of quiet that rings in the ears of another Kingdom. Shalom, the burden of Yeshua lies on my shoulders, indeed, His yoke is easy and His burden is light. Him, who held a countless number of sins and knew beyond comprehension the thoughts and hearts of every soul, how can this be? How can this yoke be full of freedom? It’s a tenuous thing the know; the weight of freedom and the tension of sin balanced on the flow of the Messiah’s blood.
This house, a blessing, such goodness God has bestowed, yet not ours, just a shell really. Daily waiting to be filled with Him on the inside. This is the highest responsibility of maintenence and upkeep for any home, rent or own. Who will we fill it with daily to keep its walls strong and roof secure? Its foundation unshakeable? This roof needs work, the whole house will require much to make it undefective. Already is required far more than we thought we had energy or resources for. It’s whole process, again, reflecting what’s far more real and important to the Builder of our home. Each repair reflecting our own hearts and thoughts, some from neglect, some from forgetfulness, some from simple blindness, all the while the Light of the World stands within her walls and asks the question:
“Will you stay in the light and let Me heal and restore? Or will you dim the light for a while more? I know you are weary, Child, you could just wait, but I’m here now, shall you learn of Me?”
I’m learning. Grateful now that the whole thing still has no connection to my deep parts. It’s just a house, lovely and a privilege, but so flimsy a thing to hold on to.
So many think that they reflect who they are with those things they possess. But really we at best can only reflect who we think we are, what we think we like or want. Deep down my heart cries for simplicity, less things, less not more. The truest gratitude I know is that now I can have company, and they can feel welcome here. But all the extra space is also a burden without the company. We are only two people, 1600 square feet, seems excessive to clean daily. Guess God will have to fill it with His people, broken, weary, and joyful alike, those whom He had set aside specifically to benefit from His house on Baltic Ave SE here in Rio Rancho. This is His home, not mine. May I never take possession of it!
My Home, is the Maker of Heaven and Earth, in which this house sits on and under. This place awaits the true sounds of life, not tvs or music or electronic hums, but of the sound of my grandchildren’s laughter and friends and family, and yes, even the sounds of their heartaches and hurts. These are the sounds that harken heaven to earth’s door, pouring out of the endless cup of the Father’s love, which insulates walls, strengthens foundations, secures roofs, maintains gardens and keeps the lights lit. For now, my husband’s smile prepares the place for these. The pot of roses my mom gave me holds the promise of such blooms. Their presence walking through our door, with the clicking of Pippins little paws to announce them, this makes all this seem worth it.
Tonight, I sit and remember these Words:
John 14:1-3; 23
Don’t let yourselves be disturbed. Trust in God and trust in Me. In My Father’s house are many places to live. If there weren’t, I would have told you; because I am going there to prepare a place for you. Since I am going and preparing a place for you, I will return to take you with Me; so that where I am, you may be also.
If someone loves Me, he will keep My Word; and My Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him.”
It is a very hard thing to obey and take the day of rest when so very much still needs put in order, fixed, repaired and done. Trust in God and also in Me this is a high calling. Will there seem like enough hours in the days ahead? Likely not. Yet, all things needful get done everyday according to His plan. Definitely not according to ours most the time. I lay my head down for a few short hours of rest each day with the list dropping endlessly down with my eye lids of things undone, missed, forgotten or simply I’ve run out of energy to do. It’s hard. Yet my heart hears the Father say, it is well. ..it is well for today. I choose trust in those words, my lists will have to obey a higher knowledge as I place them into His hands each day. The more I live the more aware I become of my limitations and His limitlessness! This is my Home, this place of humility and frailty, but His matchless grace all the more! Where time yields more and more into His hands, my youth no longer the “con man” it used to be. (Smiles)
Home. His presence, His purpose, His timing, His ideas, His love His teaching, His guidance, His dreams, His desires. ..Home.
May we all find Yeshua (Jesus) Words be true daily, that He takes us there, He gives His yoke, His shalom (peace) each day to exact measure. That His Word is kept as the steadfast maintenence of our hearts, the temple of a Living, active, loving, gracious, Merciful God, where His Home is made in each of us daily. No need for deeds, loans, physical repairs, paint, caulking, wires, facets, just Him, His person possessing each corner, hall, room of our hearts. Flashing the true furnishings of its dwelling, faces of loved ones, prayers, thanksgiving, and praise. Where the imprint of knees bloodied on the floors from petitions for His provision in His will are the hallmarks of the life lived there. And the echoes of worshiping Him never fade. He lives! He dwells here! Come and see! The goodness of God makes a Home!
♡ Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ♡
I’m currently in Las Vegas, the city that never sleeps. I believe New York “coined the term”, I’ve no idea, I’ve never been there. We are here for a business trip planned months ago. It feels like a yank on my chain when I “should be home packing to move”, but alas God said go, and I obeyed. At the time I had no idea why, I assumed it was to provide a slight time of rest in a schedule that makes the most hearty tired. I wasn’t completely wrong, but I’m starting to understand a bit more now. This city really never does sleep! The hotel mall shops don’t close till after midnight, some till after 2am. At all times the casino has desperate gamblers, hoping – praying that one more round will be the big payoff. Dreams hinge on the pull of a handle, turn of a card, or slow dropping off a little white ball into a black or red spot on a wheel. You can sense the tension that the illusion of money gives, it pours out of their sweat. Then there’s the never ending flow of booze. So they can be happy to give their money and time away. Rings under blind eyes, that plead for rest. Inner rest, physical rest, spiritual home coming.
I must confess, I’ve always hated sleep. I felt life would get much more accomplished if it wasn’t required. I was born a night owl. I have often said God put me on the wrong side of the planet as I am best between the hours of 8pm-4am. I used to feel awful shame, like something was incredibly wrong with me because I couldn’t train myself to be a day bird instead of a night owl. God worked tirelessly to heal such thinking in me (no pun intended). I was born in a big city, used to things that had “open 24 hours” signs. Then we moved to Kalispell, MT. Oh how I resented the total shut down at 6pm. These people take their rest seriously! Just like Vegas takes its constant alertness seriously. Money can’t be made if people sleep. Rest provides sanity. It is a command to take one whole day to rest. God set the example at the beginning, and every time the order of rest is defied, bad things happen. Good things are missed, forgotten and eventually considered irrelevant.
So I sit out at the entry to this magnificent hotel at 11pm, reading Wayne Stiles book Waiting on God. A strange Vegas combination, I’ll say. I’m learning why He brought me here, besides the reasons we signed up to come. To watch with new eyes what I’m like at all times inside. Wanting (even pure and good things) so badly for things to line up perfect so I can “rest”. My idea of perfect and God’s has always been a contrast between light and dark. One must wait on the line of definition to see the difference. That is the line we avoid, we don’t wait well. And if forced to, our spirits of restlessness and complaint, often blind the thin line of light dawning in the darkness.
The sad illusion of this opulent place is that no rest – lack of sleep, prospers. Everywhere you look you see extravagant money. City of lights, for which its also called, drowns out the dawning of the sun. There are black out shades here such like you find in Alaska due to the lack of actual night in the sky. It’s a night owls dream. But I’m finding this night owl understanding the difference between function and frantic fretting. I don’t like it here. I want the rest God provides in quiet, solitude, everything shut down. Here, everywhere one goes there loud music, clanging and ringing machines, cell phones going off, cars coming and going with people happy to come and sad to go. Hung over on another sleepless search for – anything. Horns honking for attention or out of irritation. Bell hops whistling to serve the patron who likely just spent their mortgage payment so they could get paid to work. Restaurants serve delicious meals for outrageous prices. The illusion of getting full on food that keeps you hungry. All with a free drink, not soda, tea or water, but coffee or alcohol, they gladly pay to keep you restless and dumbed down in desperation. Everywhere you look one sees “the life that could be” if only, if only money rolled down like a red carpet to grace the fancy shoe that doesn’t fit.
At first, the sadness of it all overwhelmed me. (A good thing – part of the process) Then, the gratitude for the ability to see how unsatisfying all this is compared to the sweet, soft, quiet presence of the God of the universe truly is. Now, as I wait on Him, to show me all this trip is meant to produce within my character, I’m leaning, leaning into His instruction, and even His silence (which often instructs more loudly).
The rest He so insistently encourages us to take is the definition of true prosperity. Wealth beyond opulence and decor. Hope beyond a dollar bill. Draining dreams that can’t give rest of all that appeals – entices. Sobering, hungry and full of strength to wait on Him. Him who owns everything, makes everything, chooses everything and gives more than we know to ask for. Haunting the heart for the realness – true reality of Life, Yeshua – Jesus. I say haunt because we are so very unsure exactly what it is we desire most the time. But it’s always Him, no matter what we think it is, it’s always Him. Our hearts, mind, souls were created to desperately want Him! What a gift! And how cursed we can live trying to grasp anything else.
Rest, inner and physical, is priceless. No one has ever painted an accurate picture of rest. Only God. He paints in active motion, real life, within moments that will never come that way again. Example? That place where you see a sunset or sunrise that takes your breath away. Or that moment of complete calm reflecting off of a lake, the surrounding creation reflecting the heart of its Maker, always at peace, sure, true – no trace of uncertainty. We blink and these moments are seemingly gone. At least to our physical eyes. But to our souls, when they line up with Him, they last a lifetime. Carry us into and out of chaos. They remind us why the Word speaks of all these times. ..to cry, laugh, die, live, love, hate, wake, sleep, war, peace, lie down, get up. ..you remember the one. All things are found in Him and Him in all things, without Him they are events to dread or wish never ended – always stuck in a state of slavehood. Chained to the moments themselves instead of the Timeless One.
The hour of my rest now calls, but the One of Rest has and will continue to be with me here. I require a compete shut down (where His work continues profoundly), but He will never sleep, His is the city that never sleeps. This city is dead asleep even though they seem to be awake around the clock. I’m counting on that contrast to build something of His architecture within the halls of my heart tonight. Even as. ..I sleep. Tonight I’m grateful to go to sleep, rest in His arms, let Him move in ways that my wakefulness resist. I’m reminded, I depend on Him, awake or sleeping for all things – and He will not fall asleep on the job.
Thank You Father, for rest. Rest of soul, heart and mind. Your rest. What a jackpot I’ve found this night. May it prosper me all the days and nights of my life!
♡ Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ♡
Deceit is in the hearts of those who plot evil, but for those advising peace there is joy. No harm can come to the righteous, but the wicked are overwhelmed with disaster. Lying lips are an abomination to Adonai, but those who deal faithfully are His delight. A cautious person conceals knowledge, but the heart of a fool blurts out folly.
When I vote, I never vote politically, my votes, as all my other voices of opinion and all that I stand upon in that which is right and wrong, are always drained through the strainer of God; His Ways, His Wisdom, His Word.
I live in a suburb in Denver, Colorado. It’s time to cast our vote for this year’s purposals. Every issue and ballot calls for various tax increases to certain counties and cities within my voting influence. I received my ballot in the mail along with the counties pamphlet detailing each ballot and it’s purposals. With the exception of one, no print was given voice in the “vote against” section provided in each section. The reason stated every time was “No comments were filed by the constitutional deadline.”
When dealing in the area of politics I find it difficult to rule my critical heart without cynicism. I believe it’s because I realized long ago, that Yeshua (Jesus) veered away from politics. Not because He was a wimp, or had no opinions, but because when it comes to politics, without exception there is deceit, greed, and corruption at the heart of the motives for how people rule over people. God’s desire was never that people would ever rule other people. He desired to be the Ruler. His heart never corrupted or tempted by the things people are subject to in such ways. Greed cannot be His heart, nor false motives. Only God retains such a purity. His scales are able to dip much more deeply and accurately to the true needs of people than any other. The kind of education God considers essential is not and has not been taught for tens of years in any public system. The kind of needs He sees as essential come from a totally different perspective than comfort and rights. His balances are altogether unworldly. God doesn’t need money. God owns every reserve on planet earth.
The age old proverb and wise counsel of God:
“Do unto others as you would have them do into you” is twisted and distorted commonly. Yet it applies every time we vote, raise our voice in opinion, or take a stand with our actions.
At present, my income has not went up in 4 years, yet my cost of living has increased by 400%. If I do not stay within my budget and manage my money with His wisdom, I will fail to pay my bills, and hence risk debt, fines, or jail. It’s easy to sound cynical, but there’s not an ounce in my next statement.
If I can do this with my measly income, then so can those who manage theirs. My vote will be NO to each issue/ballot.
Since the beginning of time people have been griping about taxes. But the issue was not really the taxes for which they were purposed to be used but the fact they they never got used for its publicly proclaimed intent. People who rule over people with money, rarely see the people at all. They see their money, thus making a human being, precious in the sight of God, a monetary symbol in the cogs of the population wheel. This grieves the heart of God, for there will never be a monetary value placed on one person today or any day. Nor will any “formal education” whether it be labeled “Christian” or “atheist” be taken into account of the value of the pearls that each one is given by Him. So we see that God’s balance of what’s worthy and valuable disintegrates the world view of worth. He also sees the true needs of people fall into a category that far exceeds a nations debt to pay. Physical health, education, and true needs of the human body come nowhere near balanced in a human perspective. God sees no limits to our abilities – ever! Why? Because they are all caught up in His perspective, which allows for far more discomfort than humans can stoop to for themselves, but will allow for others. Given every one of these aspects of God’s character, very plainly laid out for all to see, when it comes to a monetarily motivated issue, I vote no. As He instructs. He then shows the proof of His ability to rise above the flood on money issues in my own life. I don’t manage my money so much as God manages me. Money is no object/obstacle to Him.
This is my voiced raised, speaking into the real issues to be considered for my “vote”. God, who He is, His character, is my filter for all things. Only He will cast my vote, I’m just a vessel for which His glory will be gotten, His will shall be done – on earth as it is in heaven. Every Follower of Yeshua, will cast votes according to who they truly believe that He is. Who do you say that He is? How well will He say you know Him? Cast your vote, and be counted. For at every crossroad, this is the bottom line, for all of time and eternity.
♡ Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ♡
Shadows ands dust
That’s what you’d like me to believe I am
Floating on the winds of human illusions
Left to the chance breezes of monetary bondages
Cast into the shadow of man’s invention
Shaped by their slave molding institutions
Oh, but most of all!
Most of all you’d bind me to the chains of me-ism
Every thought revolving towards myself
Caught in the lightless shade of self-absorbtion
This is your highest prize
But by the Grace that shaped the universe
I speak the Name – Yeshua
My eyes begin to light
The world fades dark as night
Yeshua, Yeshua, the Great Light
Fear falls like the shadows and dust you intended for man
Your jealousy crawls in darkness
Yahweh has loved these weak-kneed creatures
Fear follows His thought to the pit
Loosened now, are the chains that perpetuate the self-full soul
The pin point flame of Grace begins a roaring fire
Refining the weakness into His strength
The me-ism loses desire
The inner soul turns instead to the Glory!
Glory, glory in the Highest!
Worthy is the One to be praised!
The envied little weaklings you so abhorred
Now turns from themselves to stand in His gaze!
You screech and paw, and maim and kill
But you are weakness imbodied still
Cast out as the dust and shadows you offered us instead
And what more do or did you have to offer?
You Liar, son of deceit!
I stand in the coat of Blood that’s been offered
Shaking your dust off His feet!
Hear and harken, dust and shadows
You’ll play no tricks on my Savior
My ears will close up to your shadow
My eyes shall see only His Light
HE! HE has decreed it! It will be so
So even if, I shall become dust again
His breath will again wake me and I will look upon His face, forever!
This is the program planned for all the earth, this is the Hand stretched out over all the nation’s. Adonai-Tzva’ot has made His decision. Who is there that can stop Him? He has stretched out His Hand. Who can turn it back?
There is coming a King who will reign justly and princes who will rule uprightly. A man will be like a refuge from the wind, like protection from a storm, like streams of water on arid ground, like a rock cliff shading a weary land. The eyes of those seeing will not be closed, the ears of those hearing will pay close attention. The minds of the impetuous will learn to weigh carefully, the tongues of the stutterers will speak readily and clearly.
From a distance Adonai appeared to me, saying, “I love you with an everlasting love; this is why in My Grace I draw you to Me.
Yes, I will pasture My sheep; and I will let them rest, says (declares) Adonai Elohim. I will seek the lost, bring back the outcasts, bandage the broken, and strengthen the sick. But the fat and the strong I will destroy – I will feed them with judgement.
I will proclaim the decree Adonai said to me, “You are My son; today I became your Father.”
But in my mind I keep returning to something, something that gives me hope -that the Grace of Adonai is not exhausted, that His compassion has not ended. On the contrary, they are new every morning! How great is Your Faithfulness! “Adonai is all I have,” I say; “therefore I will put my hope in Him.” Adonai is good to those waiting for Him, to those who are seeking Him. It is good to wait patiently for the saving help of Adonai. It is good for a man to bear the yoke from his youth. Let him sit alone in silence when He has laid it on him. Let him submit absolutely; there may yet be hope. Let him offer his cheek to the one who strikes it, and receive his fill of insults. For rejection by Adonai does not last forever. He may cause grief, but He will take pity, in keeping with the greatness of His Grace. For He does not arbitarily torment or punish human beings. When anyone tramples underfoot any of the prisoners of the land; when anyone deprives a person of justice, in defiance of the Most High; when someone is cheated of justice in court – does Adonai not take note of such things? Who can say something and have it happen without Adonai commanding it? Don’t both bad things and good proceed from the mouth of the Most High? Why should anyone alive complain, even a strong man, about the punishment for his sins?
In union with Him, through the shedding of His blood, we are set free – our sins are forgiven; this accords with the wealth of the Grace He has lavished on us. In all His wisdom and insight He has made known to us His secret plan, which by His own will He designed beforehand in connection with the Messiah and will put into effect when the time is ripe – His plan to place everything in heaven and on earth under the Messiah’s headship.
♡ Grace and Shalom in Yeshua the Messiah ♡