Good Morning
This is one of my most favorite times of year and since I learned about the feasts of the Lord, it is becoming my very favorite. (That was not a great writer's sentence, but you get the gist.)
God gave me an awesome opportunity and assignment this year to teach the Fall Feasts focusing on their importance and connection with the Bride. While I've taught on the feasts numerous times and the Bride is always part of the teaching, He wanted the full focus to be there this year.
We were able to video tape it and while the quality on the DVD's we made is better than the YouTube version, I feel prompted to share it with you here.
Yom Kippur begins this Wednesday night at sundown and Feast of Tabernacles begins this next Sunday, September 30 at sundown. May you see with new eyes God's love and plan for His Bride.
Bless you,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=581cP7gN8E4&feature=g-all-u
Monday, September 24, 2012
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Closer--Respond to Heaven's Call
Closer Beloved. Lean in closer. Let Me hold you. Not to worry, My love. I hold all things together with the Word of
My mouth. I’ve already decreed your
victory. My children will win because I
am their Captain and all of heaven backs My orders. From the smallest assignment to the biggest,
all heaven stands ready to assist you.
Never a need for fear.
Never. Victory is yours for the
claiming. Step into the things I’ve
called you to do and supply will meet you at the door. Come in for all is ready. Heaven is waiting for you to respond.
There is no fear in love,
NONE. You are perfectly, completely,
forever, unconditionally, loved. I am
with you ALWAYS. Answer My call. The world cries out for the help you can give
and heaven stands ready to assist you with all that you need for the
assignment. Taste and see. I am GOOD.Friday, August 24, 2012
Being
Rest
in My love for you and trust that it’s not about your doing, but your
being. BE loved all else will follow
with ease in proper succession. BE loved
no strife, no sweat, BE loved.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
His Time
Attempt #??? I have so many things I could share and yet don't seem to find the motivation to discipline myself to a blog. Does that sound at all familiar? Plus there are so many voices being heard these days, why do I need to add mine to an already melodious symphony of praise?
Yet, each of us has a unique sound, an unequaled frequency to bring to the mix. Thus, I am pressed to give blogging another try.
I want to share some journal notes with you...ones I believe are just as applicable to you as they were to me when I wrote them. Over some 35 years I've been fairly diligent about keeping a daily journal with the Lord. A bookshelf stands in my office space filled from top to bottom with journals of every kind and each one has treasures of truth I discovered in my time with Him.
Recently I was wrestling with circumstances beyond my control and finding it difficult to let go and let God work things out. One morning I heard these words in my spirit:
Peace Beloved, Peace. Sink down
into My will. Rest in My hands. Your times ARE in My hands. Really.
Learn to turn your ears to hear My voice and your eyes to see Me. I am never in a hurry. I make all things work together perfectly
like a fine watch. No winding necessary. Precision watchmanship. Sequenced rhythm, consistent forward motion.
Pause and calmly consider what
I’ve just said.
The face remains fixed as the hands move around and around. Fix your eyes on Me and let Me move the
circumstances and influences as I see fit.
I will not skip a beat or delay My movement forward. Regardless of how it appears I AM leading you
in triumph. There are triumphs along the
way that you may or may not see. But
instead of wearing down, you are gaining strength. You will run and not be weary. You will walk and not faint. Your ARE rising up on eagles wings.
If you are wrestling with the circumstances in your life--fix your focus on Him and let Him move you forward in peace.
Shalom...
Friday, May 27, 2011
Begin Again
Have you ever wanted to try again? Have you decided to finally put the voices to rest that tell you, "no one is interested", "you won't complete the task, so why try?" and other disparaging things? Well...here goes. I WILL Begin AGAIN and with my Helper, Holy Spirit, I will follow as He leads.
In 2005, Abba moved on my heart to create a website with my journal notes and pictures from a visit to Israel and other things of interest. My only website instruction was an online class and my very skilled son, Shane. But the website proved to be overwhelming--so many notes and so many pictures and the HTML put me in knots.
Then in 2008, I created a blog when we moved to California from Missouri. Again, the business of selling our home, moving etc. took precedence and the blog went by the wayside.
It is a NEW day and a NEW season. I've decided to Begin Again!!
Today, while I was kneading my challah dough for Shabbat loaves, my heart went back to the first Shabbat I ever truly experienced. It was a night I shall never forget. When I went to my journal I was surprised to see the date of this entry: May 26, 2000. It's been 11 years.
A group of about 35 of us were touring Israel and Friday night we returned to the hotel in Jerusalem, for a wonderful Shabbat dinner. On each table was a bottle of Shabbat wine and challah loaves for each guest. Candles were lit and a beautiful dinner served.
After dinner, a group of us walked from the hotel down the Hinnon Valley and up through the Jaffa Gate, through the Armenian Quarter and to the Western Wall. Along the way we encountered Shabbat in full swing. Traffic was reduced to Arab taxis. The streets were filled with Hasidics and other orthodox Jews dressed in their black attire and white shirts with high top Shabbat hats and tietzs swinging. Families, groups of men and women, couples pushing strollers and small children in their Shabbat frocks were walking and talking, laughing and singing. It was all so peaceful and familiar and it was 10:00 at night.
The scripture out of Deuteronomy 11 came to life around us. “Therefore you shall lay up these My words in your minds and hearts and in your entire being…And you shall teach them to your children, speaking of them when you sit in your house and when you walk along the road…” This commandment was being lived out before us all these many centuries later. Are we as Christians as faithful to teach our children and make it a natural part of their lives?
We greeted each other with “Shabbat Shalom.” And the response was sometimes, “Shalom Shabbot, Shalom.” The spirit of Shalom was ringing through the stone paved streets and narrow alleyways. The only break to this ideal setting were Arab taxis careening through the alleyways, sending pedestrians scrambling for the walls, and boisterous Arab teens on bicycles issuing high whistled warnings before cutting through the crowds.
The air was full of spices and song. Melodic Israeli songs of praise to Adonai echoed behind stone walled synagogues. The tempo was light and joyous.
It all seemed surreal. Was this a movie set? No, we were present in this place of eternal history. God’s all sufficient grace brought each one of us to experience this moment together.
Because it was Shabbat none of us carried our cameras, purses, or even a pen, so as not to offend the Sabbath laws of no burden bearing. We witnessed a rabbi caution group of tourists with cameras near the Western Wall.
We arrived at the Western Wall coincidentally at the time for the Muslims evening call to prayer. They have several minarets in the city and at night they are illuminated with lime green neon. Loud speakers transmit the prayers so that everyone can hear them. We waited until they were through to descend the stairs to the Western Wall. It was interesting to view the panorama of this site. The history of Jerusalem was before us: the Western Wall—the holiest place on earth for the Jews because the only remaining piece of their second Temple; the hill behind the Temple Mount called the “Hill of Evil Counsel,” where surprisingly U.N. meetings take place and Palestinian authorities have their offices; and finally, the assortment of minarets with their garish call to Muslim observance.
We went down the steps and through a guard post where we went through a metal detector for security purposes. Men and women separated and walked to the Wall. There was a little stand at the entrance of the women’s section where prayer shawls were available for head coverings. I took one and walked tearfully to the Wall. All I could do is weep. To finally be here—after so many years of joining my heart with the people of Israel for their true redemption was almost more than I could handle. To see their dedication to prayer, to witness their love for the same God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, to know the cry of their hearts for peace and to know the only lasting peace in their future is Messiah—tears, tears, and more tears.
I joined the other women at the Wall and pressed my hand against the limestone blocks worn smooth as pearl by centuries of praying hands and falling tears. Each crevasse was stuffed with bits of paper, cards and tissues—prayers for the nations recorded in the mortar of the Wall. I cried for Israel, I cried for America and for a world that does not know God’s heart for this land. God extend Your mercy. God awaken Your Body. Call forth intercession, call forth support. Lord bring Your peace to Jerusalem. Lift the veil that they might know You Yeshua as their living Messiah and Deliverer.
I will never forget this night as long as I live. It is forever written and engraved in my heart. Lord let me not be silent until Jerusalem be established as the praise of the earth.
_____ Eleven years later and my feelings and heart for Shabbat and for Israel have only intensified. God have mercy on us. Yeshua, awaken Your Body!!!
More about Israel and more about hearing God's heart in days to come. Hope you enjoyed this first entry. -- Shabbat Shalom
In 2005, Abba moved on my heart to create a website with my journal notes and pictures from a visit to Israel and other things of interest. My only website instruction was an online class and my very skilled son, Shane. But the website proved to be overwhelming--so many notes and so many pictures and the HTML put me in knots.
Then in 2008, I created a blog when we moved to California from Missouri. Again, the business of selling our home, moving etc. took precedence and the blog went by the wayside.
It is a NEW day and a NEW season. I've decided to Begin Again!!
Today, while I was kneading my challah dough for Shabbat loaves, my heart went back to the first Shabbat I ever truly experienced. It was a night I shall never forget. When I went to my journal I was surprised to see the date of this entry: May 26, 2000. It's been 11 years.
A group of about 35 of us were touring Israel and Friday night we returned to the hotel in Jerusalem, for a wonderful Shabbat dinner. On each table was a bottle of Shabbat wine and challah loaves for each guest. Candles were lit and a beautiful dinner served.
After dinner, a group of us walked from the hotel down the Hinnon Valley and up through the Jaffa Gate, through the Armenian Quarter and to the Western Wall. Along the way we encountered Shabbat in full swing. Traffic was reduced to Arab taxis. The streets were filled with Hasidics and other orthodox Jews dressed in their black attire and white shirts with high top Shabbat hats and tietzs swinging. Families, groups of men and women, couples pushing strollers and small children in their Shabbat frocks were walking and talking, laughing and singing. It was all so peaceful and familiar and it was 10:00 at night.
The scripture out of Deuteronomy 11 came to life around us. “Therefore you shall lay up these My words in your minds and hearts and in your entire being…And you shall teach them to your children, speaking of them when you sit in your house and when you walk along the road…” This commandment was being lived out before us all these many centuries later. Are we as Christians as faithful to teach our children and make it a natural part of their lives?
We greeted each other with “Shabbat Shalom.” And the response was sometimes, “Shalom Shabbot, Shalom.” The spirit of Shalom was ringing through the stone paved streets and narrow alleyways. The only break to this ideal setting were Arab taxis careening through the alleyways, sending pedestrians scrambling for the walls, and boisterous Arab teens on bicycles issuing high whistled warnings before cutting through the crowds.
The air was full of spices and song. Melodic Israeli songs of praise to Adonai echoed behind stone walled synagogues. The tempo was light and joyous.
It all seemed surreal. Was this a movie set? No, we were present in this place of eternal history. God’s all sufficient grace brought each one of us to experience this moment together.
Because it was Shabbat none of us carried our cameras, purses, or even a pen, so as not to offend the Sabbath laws of no burden bearing. We witnessed a rabbi caution group of tourists with cameras near the Western Wall.
We arrived at the Western Wall coincidentally at the time for the Muslims evening call to prayer. They have several minarets in the city and at night they are illuminated with lime green neon. Loud speakers transmit the prayers so that everyone can hear them. We waited until they were through to descend the stairs to the Western Wall. It was interesting to view the panorama of this site. The history of Jerusalem was before us: the Western Wall—the holiest place on earth for the Jews because the only remaining piece of their second Temple; the hill behind the Temple Mount called the “Hill of Evil Counsel,” where surprisingly U.N. meetings take place and Palestinian authorities have their offices; and finally, the assortment of minarets with their garish call to Muslim observance.
We went down the steps and through a guard post where we went through a metal detector for security purposes. Men and women separated and walked to the Wall. There was a little stand at the entrance of the women’s section where prayer shawls were available for head coverings. I took one and walked tearfully to the Wall. All I could do is weep. To finally be here—after so many years of joining my heart with the people of Israel for their true redemption was almost more than I could handle. To see their dedication to prayer, to witness their love for the same God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, to know the cry of their hearts for peace and to know the only lasting peace in their future is Messiah—tears, tears, and more tears.
I joined the other women at the Wall and pressed my hand against the limestone blocks worn smooth as pearl by centuries of praying hands and falling tears. Each crevasse was stuffed with bits of paper, cards and tissues—prayers for the nations recorded in the mortar of the Wall. I cried for Israel, I cried for America and for a world that does not know God’s heart for this land. God extend Your mercy. God awaken Your Body. Call forth intercession, call forth support. Lord bring Your peace to Jerusalem. Lift the veil that they might know You Yeshua as their living Messiah and Deliverer.
I will never forget this night as long as I live. It is forever written and engraved in my heart. Lord let me not be silent until Jerusalem be established as the praise of the earth.
_____ Eleven years later and my feelings and heart for Shabbat and for Israel have only intensified. God have mercy on us. Yeshua, awaken Your Body!!!
More about Israel and more about hearing God's heart in days to come. Hope you enjoyed this first entry. -- Shabbat Shalom
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