Feast of Trumpets
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Love Letters
When I was in college I loved a boy who was very lovable but just wanted to be friends.
I wrote him a letter about elephants which seemed engaging at the time because I was so young, but now seems to have been cribbed from the movie Green Card.
Oh well, so much for originality.
Now that I am older, I have original stories, but the Boy-i-love calls stars into being and sees into my soul, what is the point of words and letters?
What can I possibly say that he doesn’t already…know…
(Psalm 139:3-4 KJV
[3] Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways. [4] For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether.)
(This screenshot I have of a child I want to raise) I would tell him that I am lost without him
I would tell him I will keep calling the number to get her to me
I will tell him I cannot stop looking for him
Like David in Ps 139, like the Shula…Shuna…mite woman
Here is my most interesting thing—I constantly long to see you
Face-to-face at last
Song of Songs 3:2-3 KJV
[2] I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not. [3] The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
What is the most interesting thing…
You could say to Jesus?
This weekend…
https://www.gotquestions.org/Feast-of-Trumpets.html
So much good information in this article!
The 7 “I Am”s
Bread! Light! Door! Good..Shepherd! Resurrection and the Life!
The Way…the Truth…the Life!!
The Vine!
The bread, the light…the…door! Shepherd! Resurrection and life! Way-truth-life-
Vine.
Once there was a loaf of bread in a lighted room where the door opened and a shepherd walked in
He said
I am the resurrection life
Way truth life
Vine
He is the bread of life
He is the light of the world
He is the door of the sheep
He is the good shepherd
He is the resurrection and the life
The way the truth the life
The true vine
Remember…
Girl, remember
What it means to be “finished”
The day men ringed around the young man
Who had just finished a longish sermon
And crushed him to death
Rock by rock
Man by man
His King had already made his own mysterious pronouncement—
It is finished
The anger flows through my veins, the helplessness of ordinary losses
Nothing like a martyr’s death
And yet in both cases the mysterious sentence hangs over the grief, anger, loss and unanswered questions
It is finished
Until the sky opens wide for each of us in relief or judgment
Hope your name will be changed
Pray your sins will be forgiven
And you will know how
To define both “finished” and “rock”
In his Word,
Ours are not enough
Psalm 22:29-31 KJV
[29] All they that be fat upon earth shall eat and worship: all they that go down to the dust shall bow before him: and none can keep alive his own soul. [30] A seed shall serve him; it shall be accounted to the Lord for a generation. [31] They shall come, and shall declare his righteousness unto a people that shall be born, that he hath done this.
Exposing the lie
For the past 50 years or more our culture has been dominated by a lie that can be encapsulated by “between a woman and her doctor.”
This phrase is a subset of a bigger “right to privacy” ethos in law and medical ethics which has led to a wide range of repercussions.
But what if there was no privacy in the discussion and what if the medical decision was made by aesthetic consensus rather than some other more anchoring standard of care?
I am referring to two recent studies that involved asking medical students (of both genders) to view and rate women’s chests.
Why was this necessary? Ostensibly for plastic surgery.
Ladies, please be advised, when people start photographing, rating, and categorizing your briskets, you may need to ask yourself whether those people are
Healers or pit masters.
“I can’t talk now…”
I have a list in my head of alarming things that should be said over and over and over again—
Yeshua means God saves
Cry out to him wherever and whenever you can
Don’t go with strangers
Don’t go to bars at all
But if you do go, don’t go alone
Always tell your person where you are and where you are going
Because there are wolves everywhere and they are not the worst monsters among us
And if real words seem to stop working then just press the button on the dashboard console
Let the computer send the last message for you—
I can’t talk right now, I am driving my Pathfinder
Who gives this woman?
I begin to doubt the integrity of the prayers when there are small words inserted to create distance between the woman herself, the gossamer tendrils of law and mercy, and the gaping maw of life-limiting-six-months.
You knew her, right?
The beautiful love story and the broken loneliness?
The way two old people can alarm their neighbors by arguing in the yard?
The steep front steps?
The cartoonishly lovable cat?
She spoke clearly about the dismay she felt decades ago as she watched her own mother sink
Into the loss of who she was.
A person is worth more
Than the sum of all
They could ever possibly possess
But not what can be lost or stolen
When we all cease
To become human in our hearts
10 Cities
The light is falling which means that as the short blue explosions of light subside, the longer, slower pinks and yellows and reds flood
The sky, the man-made lake, and the little girl who looks with every fiber of her being for Beauty in the form of a Friend
Where is he? Her arms and legs geometric as she peers towards the fence, the friend she has missed, like a lost brother, all these years in exile
Your rod and your staff will comfort me
the bamboo stick fished from the river in her hand as her older sister recounts the story of Aaron (and Moses) casting down a rod only to see if transformed into a snake and a snake that eats the snakes of all who oppose them!
“I wish I could turn a staff into a snake!” She exclaims with envy. As though this were a thing little girls did with prophetic regularity.
I tell her she should aim to just practice treating Jesus like a friend who sticks closer than a brother.
Talk then listen
Listen then talk
Marvel at what happens when God gives you
Treasure in the field
As light falls
Into night
Carrying Light 