Seeds

March 3, 2017 at 8:52 pm (Devotionals, WSGD Newes) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

Reuben and Achim (A-keem) were walking home from a late morning trek out to fish at the small lake about 3 miles from the family farm. Reuben took his chosen path to swing wide around the Zac Farm to come home at the far end of their own homestead. There was a giant tree there, Achim’s favorite. The tree was said to be two hundred years old, though none could know for sure without cutting it down to count the rings. Reuben’s father, Abe, had carefully constructed a swing on the tree. Unlike most, who usually attached a rope to a sturdy high up limb, Abe had opted to do an addition to the tree. It was a grafted in limb of his making, attached to the main trunk of the tree; a brilliant set of pulleys, chains and ropes gave the swing it’s life. Abe had said to attach the usual way would wound the tree and weaken the whole thing, eventually the limb would fall off threatening to harm the precious child (or adult) who sat upon it to share it’s joy. Achim knew the story well as he had asked for Reuben and his wife to tell him nearly every year. It had become the father and sons special spot recently. Reuben was in the special forces of the military. Whenever he was about to be “shipped out” He found a way to make their way to the tree to tell Achim. He would part with his son, having given him a gift and a nice long swing session the day before he shipped out. Achim was now ten years old, hardly a child anymore. Yet still small enough at heart to carry the tenderness of years before manhood would begin to shape him. Achim was prattling on about the huge fish his friend Danny had caught just before they left the lake. Reuben smiled, ahhh…the freedom of youth with excitement filling all things. Well, most things. 

Finally the big tree came into view and Achim exclaimed his joy, dropping his pole and running straight for the swing. 

Reuben stooped to pick up the pole. 

“I’ll set up the blanket and food”, he hollered. 

Achim was fast and already swinging with gusto!

So many memories here, Lord God, keep them ingrained upon my heart in the days ahead.  

The meal laid out, Reuben enjoyed watching Achim and began to nibble on a carrot. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was till then. 

“Come on, Keem, I’m starved, let’s eat!” He called. 

Achim flew off the swing in midair, making a perfect ten landing at a run for the food. He came to a stop and plopped down. Reuben pulled out the chicken and salad, chips and veggies and they began to feast. The two o’clock sun was veiled by the giant protector they sat beneath. The day was perfect, blue skies and whispy clouds with a slight breeze to cool them down in the 85° Idaho sun. Father and son exchanged hungry looks and giggles as they consumed their lunch. 

“Did ye have a good time, Keem?” He asked. Prepping the soil for words to sew the next segment of time. 

Achim shook his head vigorously, bright eyes gleaming…”Mmmhuummm!” He munched. 

They continued to eat until they were satisfied. Reuben allowed the silence to water the soil.

“You’re going away again, huh, Papa.” It was a statement, not a question. 

“Indeed, I am, Achim. How did you know?” Reuben pretended to be curious. 

The boy shrugged his shoulders. “Just knew…” came the reply. 

Again quiet breezes filled the air between them for a time.

“So what will you be giving me this time?” Again it was more like a statement than a question. No bitterness colored his tone. Reuben thanked the Lord. 

Reuben reached into his pocket and pulled out a small seed. Achim arched his posture toward his hands with curious aplomb. Reuben opened his hands and pulled the boys hand to him, placing the seed in his sons hand. 

“It’s a tree.” He said, with a smile, a knowing thought, synchronized with his sons head, as it cocked to one side, unconvinced.

“It’s a seed Papa, not a tree!” Achim said with youthful authority. 

“Nope, a whole tree is inside that seed, it just needs to grow, son.” He added, with renewed enthusiasm.

It was comically predictable when Achim’s head zoomed into the seed in his hand with a look of epiphany.

“Wow, I never thought of it like that! A…whole…tree…well, of course it’s all got to be there in some way, huh?” Achim was an endless learner and open to big thoughts. He always had been. 

“But – well it can’t all be in there, it needs the stuff from the ground and water and sunshine and stuff to be a tree, though.” Ten year old deduction flowed out of his mouth. 

“Let’s think about that a minute. Look around, there’s one tree here. All around for quite some distance, no other trees. But soil and water and sunshine abound. So why do you suppose there are not more trees?” Reuben primed the pump. 

Achim scanned the scene around them, looked up and down and back at the tree. Then his gaze fell in new wonder to the seed in his hand. 

“Thank you, Papa, for my tree!” Achim wrapped his arms around Reuben’s neck. “You always give the neatest gifts! When can we plant it? Can we plant it out here next to Grandpa Abe’s tree?” The boy released his snuggle and looked into Reuben’s eyes. 

Ach, Adonai, what have I done to deserve this son? 

“Well…I don’t see why not.” He smiled. 

“When?! When?!” Achim’s excitement was better than the meal they had just consumed. And Laura knew how to satisfy not just the hunger, but the palette!

“Let’s plan it for the weekend after I return, eh? Sound good?” 

Achim’s excitement faded and turned introspective. Silence hung and swung in the air like the swing on the tree. Reuben let it gestate. 

“What if you don’t come home this time?” ‘The question’ wrapped a breeze around them both, cold and foreboding. 

Reuben pulled his Keem into his lap and wrapped his arms around him. Placing his hands over the seed-filled hand of his son. 

“We have talked about that possibility my dear boy, it’s true, Adonai could make that decision. But He tells us not to anticipate death, but hold on to life, dear Keem. So that we must do!” 

Achim’s small head rubbed in the affirmative against his chest. Reuben sensed the tears before he saw one drop down into the now open palm with the seed. His heart broke. The tears of a child are a precious gift, but hard to want to receive. 

“Do you know what your name means, Achim Kaleb Seth?” Reuben hardly realized the words were in his mind before his heart held them out to his voice. He smiled, and looked up to acknowledge His Makers mind.

“Yes.” sniff. “It’s God made me, or something like that.” 

“Well…close. Achim means; constructed by God. Kaleb means; to be faithful. And our shared last name means, Appointed One. So, in truth, your whole name means; constructed by God to be faithful to the Appointed One. Do you know what that means?” Reuben again primed the pump. 

“Yes, it means God made me to be faithful to Him.” Came the half hearted answer. 

Reuben turned his son around and sat him in front of him to see face to face. 

“Not just faithful to God, but His Appointed One, Yeshua the Mashiach, God’s Son! You must understand fully, my son, that your name is your character. We chose it very carefully, eight days after you were born, we prayed to Adonai for the direction of the nature He shaped in you while you lived in your Mama’s tummy. You see we didn’t know all He was doing as you grew, like that seed, inside the womb of His construction. We prayed, asked Him for a healthy child, for a child with much heart, but we didn’t know until that eighth day what He wanted us to say to you everyday. ‘Constructed by Yahweh, let’s go fishing; constructed by Yahweh, have you learned your aleph-bet, I love you, constructed by Yahweh, faithful one to the Son of God, my son!’  These words continue to shape you everyday in agreement with Yahweh from the Beginning. It’s no small thing your name, Achim Kaleb Seth, you are constructed by the very words and breath of God. He will care for you with the same detail in every moment of your life. So don’t fear what may come. Only keep your eyes on this One, the One who made you, and all will be well. Do you believe this, my son?” Reuben held his face very close to Achim’s and waited. 

Light was dawning in the mind of Achim as he let his father’s gaze penetrate his heart. 

“Yes, Papa, I will remember what you say, and I will try to only think of you alive and just gone for a trip.” Came the world of enormous answer from the lips of this babe! 

Reuben’s eyes swelled with tears. Again he embraced his child. 

“We’ll all think the same with you, Achim, well constructed by God! As we all think of our Salvation, remember what He said and think only of Him as on a trip, coming soon, to take us all home! Yes, of course yes!” He laughed. Achim joined him. 

“What does your name mean, Papa?” Achim pulled out of the embrace and curiosity regained it’s status in his spirit. 

“Reuben means; see my son. Yashir means; God will answer and our shared last name means; Appointed One. So my name means; See! My son! God will answer His Appointed One! It’s an awesome name, it protects me, guides me, holds me, and shields me!” It had been a while since Reuben had pondered his name. He smiled as big as the tree next to them in renewed wonder. He would keep it in mind as he was away. 

“It’s an awesome name Papa! I like it!. He will protect you while you are away! Mama says that Adonai hears His Sons prayers all the time and Yeshua always prays for our protection! She showed me the Scripture! I am happy grandpa Abe named you like you named me!” Achim smiled in wonder. 

“Indeed! And listen! Our names together show us the way. See! My Son! God will answer! And constructed by God will be faithful to the Appointed Ones prayer! What joy we have to be named by Him and put together, eh?” 

“Yes, Papa! I love that! I will write it down and put it by my bed so I can read it every time I see it and put my prayers with God’s! Thank you for my seed-gift, and fishing today. I love you, Papa!”

The squeeze that embraced Reuben with those words joined it’s voice with praise to the tree that they sat under and the tree in the palm of Achim’s hand. They sat there for a while together, watching the sun shift it’s path around the veil of the tree until they felt the veil fall away and the sun full upon their faces.

 

🔯 May the grace and peace of Yeshua the Messiah be with you in full measure 🔯

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Passover Promises

April 16, 2014 at 1:14 am (WSGD Newes) (, , , , , , , , )

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Colossians 1:15-17; 25_27

He is the visible image of the invisible God. He is supreme over all creation, because in connection with Him were all created things – in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones, lordships, rulers, or authorities – they have all been created through Him and for Him. He existed before all things and He holds everything together.
I (Paul) became a servant of the Good News because God gave me this work to do for your benefit. The work is to make fully known the message from God, the secret hidden for generations, for ages, but now made clear to the people He has set apart for Himself. To them God wanted to make known how great among the Gentiles is the glorious richness of this secret. And the secret is this: the Messiah is United with you people! In that rest your hope of glory!

Facts about signs in the Sky.

God, Himself taught how to “read” the stars and heavenly story. The Magi that followed the story of Yeshua’s (Jesus) birth followed the way He taught generations to read the “braile of Heaven”. In the book of Revelations its in print in all languages… and in the Sky.

Revelations 12:1
Now a great sign was seen in heaven – a woman clothed with the Sun, under her feet the moon, and on her head a crown of twelve stars.

This exact sign was seen back then at His birth; in the form of the constellation Virgo as we know it but as God teaches it, the Virgin. As she rose up with the Sun at her back and the moon was at her feet. (See the Star of Bethlehem by Rick Larson) the moon at this time was a new moon. On the day of Yeshua’s death. .. Again the Virgin rose but this time the Sun was in front of her, again the moon was at her feet. But this time the moon was full and as Yeshua took His last Breath the earth Eclipsed the Sun and the moon was blood red. If you would have been on the moon looking towards the Sun that day it would have been a solar eclipse with the earth blocking the Sun. Within the constellation Aries as we know it but called the Lamb in heaven; the earth and sun were perfectly aligned in the heart of the Lamb as Yeshua took His last Breath. (See also the Star of Bethlehem video in the extras).

Things in the Sky are not coincidental. Nor are they taught as Heaven would read them. Why do I bring this up? Yesterday at midnight on the 1st day of Passover. .. Again the full moon was seen in the Virgin resting by the sheath of wheat in her hand and it went red from the earth blocking the light of the Sun for almost 2 hours. If one were on the moon looking towards the Sun at the same time the earth would have Eclipsed the Sun in the constellation of Pisces as we know it, but in heavenly perspective known as Israel the two fish representing the blessing of Jacob (or Israel as God renamed him) to Ephraim and Manasseh. (Genesis 48)
God wrote His story in the heavens. And a significant chapter was just shown for even the least observant person in the night sky. .. undeniably and beautiful.

We get caught up with meanings. .. Wanting more as if the above scripture in Colossians isn’t enough! Yet if one truly desires to learn from Adonai, just to know Adonai. ..more will be given. Signs and wonders have always been for us to see Him! Not to see signs and wonders. They display a Promise keeper, not just the promises. They give glory to the Creator, not the created. They are in the Heavens written from before the earth existed. Passover by the way is when Yeshua died… the 1st day of Passover. Again this is a festival that if Yeshua was here today. .. He would be celebrating. Do you join Him? Do you know why Adonai asked us to celebrate this time,  times of History? Because it’s about the future dear fellowsheep… May we all dig and scrape the surface to get at the heart of all things. .. knowing with surety. .. That we will find Himself and it will be more than enough!

Your Kingdom come Father!
Your will be done
On earth as it is in heaven!

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***For anyone who wants to you can get a program called Stellarium for PC’s, tablets and smart phones and go back and see all the signs for yourselves.
And for those who would learn the multitude of amazing things about Passover and it’s significance go to http://www.hebrews4christians.com and type in Passover in the search bar and feast!!!***

Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah

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New Story ~ Part 11

May 15, 2013 at 11:26 pm (Inklings from Hisimagenme) (, , , , , )

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New Story continued…

Master Shimkee sat in an alcove just outside the rear entry to his abode. Having recalled the Tinder-tale as much as his aged mind could repeat to Evardyne and Sakira. He had sent them on their way for what rest they may find in the awaking world around them. He lingered. It was not the cascading and ever-flowing newness of hues and musical language that kept him here. Though he could have sat feasting both eye and ear for the remainder of the night watches. He, with no understanding to his person felt as though he were waiting…waiting for…something? Mayhap someone? So he sat letting the calypso of eye and ear “food” fall into and over him…waiting.

The moon shimmered and threw down her light with the songs of the stars to accompany her. Not one cloud to be seen in the vast Up-Everlasting. He tried to recall if he had ever seen such an absence of clouds through the halls of his memory. No – this too, was a first. Such an unveiled view of all that was beyond reach struck him anew with awe. He could not even remember if it had occurred to him to wonder at such a sight; so familiar had the obscuring canopy of clouds become to his understanding of all that encompassed everything UP!

A silence descended, each color laying down in stillness all around him. The very air waited, as Shimkee, in a prophesied hush. Shimkee’s countenance entered the invitation and antisipation pulled his watchful gaze to the fringes of the garden entry. He rose, and his feet obeyed an unheard summons, walking towards the garden. Rounding the corner towards the root-garden’s row a butterfly flew up and its wings brushed the air like kisses on his face. He gasped in wonder, and delight fed the winged beauty illiminating its colorful chaos of pattern left by its flight. He followed almost enspelled. The butterfly landed on what seemed a mound of dirt, folding its wings back on itself – appearing to vanish. He could not recall this mound before. Curiosity drove him towards it. As he reached out, thousands of butterflies flew up, up to the moon and her glory.

Shimkee laughed and with his whole being longed to join them. Was it moments or hours he stood watching the winged procession; he knew not, but movement drew his awareness back down to the “mound”. But it was not dirt that formed it…it was a boy-lad!! Sitting there watching Shimkee like a statue. The “statue” moved to his feet…the face smiled…a hand reached out towards him…the voice – child-like – yet hundreds of years bathed…spoke.

“Hello Master Shimkee. Such delight colors your face! Those creatures have a way of painting everything around them with it. Yes?” The boy-lad King said.

Master Shimkee stood, staring mouth open, full of multiple thoughts at once; unable to take their leave.

The boy-lad laughed and night became day all around them.

“How long has it been since you’ve seen a boy-lad such as myself, Master Shimkee? Are there only girl-lads about this place?” The boy-lad asked in a chuckle.

Shimkee smiled without permission from his brain.

“Father-All be held!! Its…its you…is it not?” Shimkee breathed rather than spoke the words.

Of course its me, who else could be me…but me?” The boy-lad said.

Shimkee shook his head indicating both his shock and lack of satisfaction to the tinder-lads answer. He checked his senses and evaluated the vision before him.

…a crown…a robe of light…and a very very ordinary looking boy-lad. But no ordinary boy-lad was this! No – this was the boy-lad King!! Here, in Shimkee’s garden, speaking his name in such familiarity it shook Shimkee to his bones.

“Ahh…you did not expect me.” Said the King-lad. “Why?”

The question dropped like a single drop of water in a vast sea. The ripples resulted in a stream of clarity in Shimkee’s heart.
I suppose I thought it a tale for good dreams too. The honest drip calmed in his mind.

“I’m a’feared there is no new color of reason to be found to answer. My minds a’fumbled!” Shimkee blurted.

They stood staring at the words Shimkee uttered; and then, both boy-lad and elder began to laugh with un-withheld joy.

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God willing Part 12, next week 🙂

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Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ❤

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New Story ~ Part 8

April 18, 2013 at 12:18 am (Inklings from Hisimagenme) (, , , , , , , , )

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New Story continued…

Meanwhile over the River Fraken-Flo and into the plains of Grace-Field; rainbows rode on a breeze. The tops of long grasses among the marshes bent and blew in the prismatic breath of it. Scores of unending plains now became a motley of colors. Motion set off the hueific turns of bush and stalk; rock and dirt; leaf and stem. Trees sparsely jutted about in tribes, giving shade to Grace-Field’s creatures. As far as the eye could see; to the Great-Waters, this land had held little invitation; but was not without its secret treasures. For here, the butterflies remained, though in scarce numbers. The breeze brought with it a renewal of their essence and cocoons began to cling to every stalk and stem. The din of chimes and clinking glass orchestrated Grace-Field’s symphony. Like a great psychedelic organism – Grace-Field answered the boy-lad King’s voice and sang his song – like a lost love returned.
For the butterfly was a prayers bird.
Spoken as a transformed living word. Reflecting the Father-all’s heart of Intention; as all things that begin at crawling and finally upon His breath take flight in beauty. Grace-Field became a flotsam of reflections of the pith of Life answering His will. The age of Intention had been cocooned here; long thought dead – but death in itself is Life…intended. Whispered in groans, upon the skeletal remains that harkens the Father-all to breathe the breath that calls forth Life back into old bones. Often called by the name of suffering – but answering at full attention to the name of Joy.

The ebb and flow of the King-lad’s melody rose up in harmony with fragile wings full of power. To the eye of an Imagemen the appearance though beautiful, could easily be written off as inconsequential. Yet, in the eye of an Imagemen the appearance of things often blinded. The intonations of the boy-lad’s song; sang a tune that required more than ears to hear or eyes to confirm with the sight born of a field of cocoon-born creatures. Once confined to crawling and slated to die; encased in a bosom of a death that vibrated in thrums of freedom called Life. Hence as they emerged they have no recollection of ever having crawled in the first place – they did not lament what was. They rose up and flew as if they never knew their once ground-bound limitations.

Aside from the beauty of color and resonance that rode on the winds and wings of proclamation; far more was awakening in all of Irlivadad from Frakenland to beyond the Great-Waters. The very orb of its existence spun in the Father-all’s hand; everything cast its gaze on the King-lad…watching…waiting.. in a flotsam of lambent winged glory.

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Part 9, next week 🙂

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Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ❤

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New Story ~ Part 7

April 11, 2013 at 12:02 am (Inklings from Hisimagenme) (, , , , , , )

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New Story continued…

The Hall had begun to be emptied and few lingered. That is to say, that it no longer burst at the seams with awe-struck Imager’s. Master Stark had led in song and ended only in unanswered questions. Narrowing down to one fine point.

What had happened??

At length someone had mentioned the tinder-tale of old, fallen so far from memory. Now only a small flash of light in the minds of the eldest of Frakenland. They agreed to try to find the tale in its entirety. Of those that filled the space between young and old – few had interest in a tale that seemed to grow as grey as the sky over the years. It held appeal if it could be proven and provide answers, but seemed more likely to serve only as a bedtime story renewed. It wasn’t until much time had passed between each question and search for answers that someone (no one knew who) made mention of the absence of the Dark Cloud. Silence rang off the walls, stares were shared.

Master Stark cleared his throat.
“Yes…yes. a good and fine point. The new colors serve to point out the absence of the obvious! Did anyone see where it went?”

Again the fulcrum of silence pivoted on stares that thickened the air like over-floured gravy. A sense of growing dismay began to replace the newness of its freedom from the prison of darkness.

Will it come back? Where did it go? Why?

Anxiety started to permeate the questions being murmured.

“Ahhh – well Imager’s!” called Master Stark “We must not let the new light dim with the oncoming night, eh? Good questions, worthy enough. Master Adaviah and Master Shimkee, dig up the fossils of the Tinder-tale, eh? Let us not underline our failure to note the exit of Dark Cloud. It is good that we gave all our attention to the music and colors fresh on our eyes and ears!! We will meet again  tomorrows eve after the last meal. Go home Image-mates! Go home and hug your colorful flock! Give thanks to Father-all for surely its His hand that has served us this day! Tinder-tale or no.”

Everyone began to flow out as they came in…the excitement renewing with each observance of vibrancy.

Sakira and Evardyne stood waiting for their families to disperse; and with it their wishes for what came next.
Sakira wanted nothing more than to track down her great Uncle Shimkee. He had been the one who had spoken the Tinder-tale to Eva and herself as tinders. Some new tickle at the back of her mind told her the answers lay at his feet. She stood up tippy-toe to try and spot his grey head – or was is white now?
He was speaking to Master Stark by the Halls entrance. So badly did she long to go to him!

“Mamanah, Popsee’s…could I offer my help to Uncle Shimkee? Mayhap he could use my hand to put down his memories?” Sakira asked.

Eva tugged her sleeve.
“And surely Eva would be of good use too?” She put in.

Sakira’s father, Evander, looked at Sakira with his now startling green eyes. Her mother, Sakirina turned her gaze towards Evander. The exchange translated some unspoken acknowledgement.

“I have no need to object, go see to your usefulness at Shimkee’s need, Sakira, but don’t neglect your evening chores. And bring back this Tinder-tale for us to hear.” He said.

Evardyne’s father and mother, Elrrick and Markee nodded accent and spoke quietly to Eva. Then walked out with Evander and Sakirina exchanging much between concern and delight.

“I must see if Mistress Mable will dismiss me before I can join you. Will you try to delay Uncle Shimkee while I do?” Eva’s eyes begged.

“Go quickly – I will do my best.” Sakira squeezed Eva’s hand and walked towards Shimkee.

As she approached the elders she leaned against the archway and bent her ears towards their conversation; awaiting notice of her approach. The concern that had filled the air at the mention of the Dark Cloud seemed to invade their speech in quiet tones. Sakira perceived their desire for privacy, as they looked at her, smiled and turned slightly away.

What had happened to the Dark Cloud??
Trying to scrape the landscape of her memory, she could only seem to recall the brilliance of color and sound. No image of the Dark Clouds disappearance had etched itself on the lens of her memory.
How could that be??
It was as if she had seen the birth without the pains.
Would it come back and steal away life again?
Sakira did not notice Master Stark and Shimkee turn towards her, nor Eva as she approached. Her face had clouded in frown and confusion had stolen some of the colors that had painted her cheeks. Life had changed irrevokably in West-Flo and she was not used to changes. With the Dark Cloud everything was always the same; predictable, heavy, and dull – but she knew it backwards and forwards. Colors and sounds rained in delight but it introduced a thing called – different, new – and she was more than a little a’feared of it.

The Tinder-tale must hold the strong medicine for her apprehension – it must!!

When, finally, Sakira looked up, the colors were fading…

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Part 8 next week 🙂

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Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ❤

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