Church wounds

Although an oxi-moron, we all know the bitter truth- hurt people many times hurt other people… and it’s no different inside church walls. Even those professing to be ‘Born-again’ are found fighting others, even other believers. Politics get ugly. Toes are stepped on. You name it.

Does it have to be this way? In a way, yes. We’re human, even after we are truly saved. In 1 Corinthians 1:6-8, Paul addressed the congregation, discussing how they were suing each-other. So even in life way back when, in the apostles’ time, they didn’t always get along- things didn’t always go smoothly among the brethren.

But does it really have to be like it is now? The backbiting, the gossip, the unnecessary hurt? I would say resoundingly, “No”.

But sometimes it is like it is, no stopping or denying it. What do we do? Build brick walls? Wail and whimper our woes to all the world? How do we rest in Yah’s (God’s) perfect shalom (peace) when we’re so tore up? Rejections happen. Where do we turn?

We turn to Yah. That’s always the answer, isn’t it? He’s what this is all about in the first place, right? We absolutely must put our trust in Him, our protective Father. We must remember that what He says is true- of Himself, others, and us.

People can be wrong. People can be untrustworthy. People can be confusing. People can lack forgiveness. People can be rude. People can be sassy. People can be mean.

But Yah? No. None of that. He’s the ultimate picture of love. Yah is trustworthy -always. Yah is full of grace -always. Yah is full of forgiveness -always. Yah wants what’s best for us (even when it’s hard) -always.

We can move on. We do not need to add to everyone’s pain. No more gossip from us. Why add to the problem guys?

Now, I do highly encourage that you strengthen the bonds that remain. You may have left a Church, for any number of reasons, but still have friends back there. If they are safe and supportive, by all means, cling to that. Call them. Support each-other. Don’t leave ’em all hangin’!

So, trust Yah. Live as His child. Move on in your life, but learn from the past what you can. Carry on.

Shalom for now,

Yah’s girl

 

 

Do u know who u r?

SRSLY. No ROTFL. Don’t say LOL. Do u know who u r? Don’t EVEN say IKR (!?!)

Okay, I’ll stop. But we pretty much all know what kind of a world we live in. A scary, up-side down one. Where enemies seem to be everywhere. Trust is misplaced. Lives are lost. Pain is real.

Amidst the utter turmoil, we all yearn for love, acceptance, and fulfillment. We might look all over and around for these things, hoping to find them anywhere- even in shallow places.

We get confused. And often times, we don’t know who we are.

We get superficial. When offended, we just close ourselves off, or burn bridges, or just say lol or just move on – hoping to put a soft edge on our hurt and confusion, wishing life were easier, simpler, better…different.

When we are real, we heal.

We’re a mess. Life is brutiful (Stole that from a book). In one day, we have failures and successes. From which do we learn? What do we focus on?

If we have accepted Yah’s (God’s) love, and want to join His family, we can know who we are. His son. His daughter. His child. His creation.

We can not let this earth define us. We can’t let the enemy of our souls define us. We can’t let people define us. We can’t let our own feelings define us. We must let Yahuwah (God) define us!

Let His love and law be your compass in this trying world. Yah is with us.

Fight on, because Yah is for us!

 

 

Allegory chapter 4 – The reasons why

The reasons why

No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve [Wise King] and mammon.” Mat_6:24

But thou, O man of [Wise King], flee these things; and follow after righteousness, godliness, faith, love, patience, meekness.”

1 Timothy 6:11

“What’s the hurry, Uncertain One?” her mother asked. Blessed gem reached over to turn off the phonograph. But before she could, it quit, and the lights flickered off. “Oh, I see. Another storm starting. I hope it doesn’t bring a tornado! Well, no use trying to sew now. Though it is the middle of the day, I need good light, for my eyes are a bit dim, and it’s dark outside as well as in here! I’ll finish this later. Uncertain One, do you have anything on your mind? We can talk in the dark, at least!”

“Yes, yes, that would be fine.” Uncertain One settled down on the davenport for the chat. “Guessing you won’t mind, darling, I want to say a little about Pure.” Blessed Gem smiled. “Of course, Momma. We all know that it is indeed my biggest decision at hand. Let your words flow!”

“Okay then, dear. Now, I do think you are beginning to understand the importance of a love for Pure. Yet, I wish to relate to you a parable.” “Okay, Mom.”

“All right. There was once a girl who wanted to try her hand at bread-making. But she wasn’t sure just how to proceed, having no recipe or instructor. So she tried, with the ingredients she thought best. Well, she tried multiple times, with this and that; different combinations. But I tell you what, honey, she failed terribly each and every time! Oh, It was bad. She tried so very hard too. So, at last, she contacted an experienced Baker, and asked her to come to watch, to give tips. We’ll call the girl Baker A, the Experienced one being Baker B. Baker B. quickly noticed the problem. Out of sheer ignorance, Baker A. had left out flour!

“Mom! Flour? Who would do that?!” Uncertain was quite surprised.

“Uncertain One, we are all ignorant at times down here in this earth. Unlike those heavenly. But let me point out the lesson. Number one: If Baker A. had asked for help or an opinion earlier, she could have saved time, stress, and resources. Which, thankfully, you are doing. Keep it up, ask us anything please. Number two, just like flour in bread, you must have love in a relationship for it to last OR be happy. It IS of core importance!”

Uncertain was very thoughtful. “Mom”, she said: “That makes sense. You’re right. It would be just as crazy, just as ridiculous, to leave love out of my marriage to Pure, as it would be to leave flour out of a bread recipe. Actually, maybe even crazier!!”

“If He let me marry Him without a love for Him, I would not last long. We would no last long. Though He loves me as much as He ever could, even then, if I did not love Him, the relationship could not… well, would not work. If I did not truly love Him, Mom, I could end up cheating Him, leaving, lying about Him… it could end awfully, and it would all be because of me! Love is the tying bond. What else could hold me to Him? A marriage without love is an ocean with no water!” Uncertain One had to gasp for breath at this point.

Even though the power was out, her heart was growing light. We leave her there, thinking.

                                        victorian-bride

Our lives have meaning – a poem –

We sit
We think
We cry
We smile
We help
We hurt
We wave
We sigh
And we die

What is the meaning? What’s really real?

Everything has meaning. That girl you smiled at and she simply glanced away? She was going to commit suicide. But then you smiled. She didn’t know how to respond, surprised you might really care. But you saved her life. That dog you saw get hit, that you kissed before it slipped away. It felt your love. Love for the first time in it’s meager little life of sorrow and hunger. Your touch was not in vain.
Listen, you never know the extent of your impact. But Yah does, and He knows your desire to help. Hear this: He sees your secret compassionate tears for your country, your heartbreak for the homeless, your utter joy in that child’s smile.

So smile.

God formed you and molds you. Our each heartbreak He feels and heals. He’s coming again.

So smile.

Passion + Compassion – A poem –

Passion + Compassion – A poem –

By Yah’s girl on 4/28/2020

Some hide away behind closed doors.
Some hide away behind clean masks.
But I do not hide. I do not cringe.
I have compassion and passion.
I do not want my neighbor to suffer.
I do not want my neighbor to fear.

Some hide away behind many fears.
Some hide away from their past and tears.
But I won’t hide. I will face it head-on.
I have passion and compassion.
I want us all to be free entirely.
I want us all to be joyful and new.

Some hide away behind church steeples.
Some hide away, scared of all people.
But I will not hide. I will not fear.
I have passion, compassion, and courage.
I want us all to live anew.
I want us all to push on and push through.

Life’s victories

As we all well know, life has victories and defeats. Some of you may remember a post I wrote about there is Hope awhile back, featuring the song Yesh Tikvah by Benny Friedman. My family was going through a very hard time, through an experience that threw us into a troubled year and a half. A defeat. The incident has since been nearly fully resolved, only because of a miracle from Yahuwah* Himself. A victory.

I was at a meeting last night, where about 50 people were served supper before a meeting-service (with singing, etc). The gentleman in charge, Mr. S., had gone to the grocery store earlier in the day to order 25 lbs of chicken. (25!) As he was checking out, there was a man who was in a little bit of a hurry. The man only had a little chicken he was going to buy, worth about $3. Mr. S. offered to take the tag from it and buy it for the man, who promptly declined his kind gesture. Mr. S. insisted. He said that if the man refused, he may be robbing Mr. S. of the good deed God had set before him to do that day. So, with a little urging, the man allowed Mr. S. to purchase his chicken, and the man went on his way. Later, Mr. S. returned to pick up his order, worth about $150.00. Would you guess who had paid the bill? In full? None other but that man Mr. S. had purchased the $3 worth of chicken earlier! A victory.

One of my sweet pullets, Keturah, got internal parasites recently. She succumbed, dieing a few days ago after some treatment. (We’ve never dealt with this before (family helped me)). A defeat. Then, my little cockerel, Abraham Lincoln M. M. also had the same problem. He is doing pretty well as of right now, eating and drinking after not doing so for a time. (Family helped treat him). The only other pullet I have of their kind, Sarah Phillip’s, is doing great. (She has been given preventative natural & conventional treatments.) A victory!

About 2,000 years ago, a man hung, dieing on a tree on a hill. He was giving his life for His friends. On the surface, a defeat. Then, He rose from the grave, proving one day that death will die. He is in Heaven, alive, ready to take us home one day. A real victory.

Whether your day feels like a defeat or victory right now, remember;

  • Yahuwah* already won the biggest war. So fight your battle heartily.
  • Attitude is half the Battle.
  • What is now a defeat may very well be changed into a victory later. Romans 8:28
  • Wars are won one battle at a time. Fight where you are at. Don’t get bogged down with the whole future, but do keep your eye on the goal.
  • Don’t rely on yourself. Lean on Yahuwah*.
  • Try to see yourself like Yahuwah* sees you. Lauren Daigle, “You say”

Yahuwah* already won. So will we, if we’re on His side.

As you can tell, I love music. I leave you with 2 songs.

*Update: Abraham died. But it was my own fault. I didn’t treat him when I should have. I’ll leave it at that.

Shalom!!

*Name I use for God

 

 

Free Indeed

Hi everyone.

It’s been awhile. But, “Hi”!

I wanted to share a song with you I wrote earlier. (Actually, I still have to work on the tune.)

The chorus is based off of John 8:36, KJV: “If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.”

index

Note: Yah & Yahuwah is God, Yahusha is His Son.

Verse 1

Sometimes we forget just who we are – Focus on our mistakes, don’t feel up to par

Feel lost in a whirlwind of our woes – Thinking we have to fight alone against our foes

We talk about freedom on this earth – It’s like we forget that special verse

Chorus:

If the Son  – If the Son

Shall make you free – Shall make you free

If the Son Yahusha therefore – shall make you free – you shall be free indeed

Praise Yah we can be free-indeed

Verse 2

Trying to trust someone around us – Forgetting the One above who never leaves us

Wishing life were better, feeling the strain – But even in winning battles you can feel the pain

We talk about Yah as if He were somehow distant – Somehow forgetting He’s friend and Father too (Chorus)

Verse 3

We’re not hopeless, we’re not abandoned – We are Yah’s children, His dear creation

Look up to heaven, try to truly live – And never forget just who your Father is

So when you are tired, just look above – And when you are lonely, accept His love (Chorus 2x)

Ending:

Praise Yahuwah freedom is truly found in Him!

 

 

Take courage! He has overcome the world!

 

 

 

 

Not an Angel

I am not an angel. Yes, I have good in me, like everybody – but only because of Him.

Please don’t look at me and judge me as a crazy person, with wrong ideas.

But also, please don’t judge me as a perfect or smart person.

I have good. I have bad. I’m human, like you.

 

I mess up. A lot.

I have problems with love, compassion, patience, perseverance – and so on.

I don’t need to tell you all of my problems. But I also don’t want anyone to look at my blog and think I’m perfect – far from it. Maybe I have good ideas, but they then originate from God.

I am better than no one, although my pride tells me otherwise.

A lot of stuff I post is because I need to work on it, too. So don’t think, “Oh look at her judging…(This is very short) post. She must be good at not judging.” But instead, “Oh, look. She has to work on that too.”

Why did I write this? Because I have a lot to work on concerning my last post, Your Personal Purpose (as well as others!), plus I want to work on not being hypocritical.

And to be honest, I think you’ll like me for posting this. Sinful nature there…

Anyways, done with that rant.

Shabbat Shalom to you & yours!

-Yah’s girl

 

The Day…

via The Day…

One day, it came…

…so unexpectedly.

I wasn’t ready, mommy…

…but neither were you.

I was so scared, mommy…

…but so were you.

I faced my fears…

…please do so, too, mommy.

I took one step out into a new place…

…so did you, mommy.

But, what came next was not what I expected…

…neither did you, mommy.

That day I died…

…so did you, mommy.

No matter what, remember that I love you, mommy…

…and I know you really do too, mommy!!!

Abortion hurts both mother and child.

Life matters.