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The Break-Through of Babylon

“For Jerusalem stumbled, and Judah is fallen, because their tongue and their doings are against the LORD, to provoke the eyes of His glory. The look on their countenance witnesses against them, and they declare their sin as Sodom; they do not hide it.” Isaiah 4:8-9

“My Well-beloved has a vineyard on a very fruitful hill. He dug it up and cleared out its stones, and planted it with the choicest vine. He built a tower in its midst, and also made a winepress in it; so He expected it to bring forth good grapes, but it brought forth wild grapes… What more could have been done to My vineyard that I have not done to it? Why then, when I expected it to bring forth good grapes, did it bring forth wild grapes? And now, please let Me tell you what I will do to my vineyard: I will take away its hedge, and it shall be burned; and break down its wall, and it shall be trampled down… But they do not regard the work of the LORD, nor consider the operation of His hands. Therefore My people have gone into captivity, because they have no knowledge; their honorable men are famished, and their multitude dried up with thirst. Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil; who put darkness for light, and light for darkness.” Isaiah 5

It happened. The people continued to make their own rules; the line between right and wrong went from blurry to upside down. The religious system became merely another catalyst for control: mankind is supreme. “Yes- we will continue with worship because that is what we do, and when we do what we are expected to do, we gain worship. And the details? Obedience? That is for us to decide. We run the show here.”

It happened, just as the Lord said it would. The once prosperous, rebellious Israel was taken down. On the ninth day of the fourth month, the walls of Jerusalem were broken through and Babylon came marching in. This isn’t just a story here. Imagine the sights and sounds. Terror. Confusion. “How did this happen? Our city was so secure!” For a year and a half prior to the breakthrough Babylon sat patiently waiting, buying its time until Israel was too weak to go on. Inside the walls, the people slowly withered away. The lying priests, the greedy judges, the young people who were once drunk and filled with pride, all of them sat together surrounded. Starving.

And then it finally happened: break-through.

“By the fourth month, on the ninth day of the month, the famine had become so severe in the city that there was no food for the people of the land. Then the city wall was broken through..” Jeremiah 52

Shortly after that, captives were taken away and the city was burned to the ground.

Did they recognize the judgment of God? I bet many did. I bet many did not. Those who hear His voice hear it; those who do not remain stiff-necked and formulate a great number of reasons as to why things are happening the way they are.

Judgment is a big taboo word these days. “Grace and judgment simply cannot coexist. The Father brought judgment; the Son brings grace and love.”

This thought process poses a problem with the concept of the God-head, three in one.

Is the Father God? Or is Jesus God? Did God the Father retire from His position on the throne? Do you serve one God or two? Or three, counting the Holy Spirit?

Did Jesus (Yeshua) exist before the foundation of the world? Was He there when God said, “Let Us make man in Our own image?” Is He the God who always was and always will be?

Yes. A thousand times yes.

Abba: Creator, Deliverer, Sustainer, Judge, Giver of the Word, Holy Righteous King, full of love, grace and truth.

Jesus: Yeshua, Salvation, the Word made flesh, Deliverer, Holy Righteous King, Judge, full of love, grace and truth.

Holy Spirit: the very Spirit of God the Father and His Son Jesus, sent to help us.

All in One. From the beginning of time to the end and everything in between; from Sodom and Gomorrah to the deliverance out of Egypt; from the giving of the Torah to the captivity in Babylon and the amazing redemption at the cross, to today and all of the tomorrows to come. We serve One God. One God who does not change.

Let’s read the words of Jesus, shortly before He was taken away.

“I do not pray for these alone, but also for those who will believe in me through their word; that they all may be one, as You, Father, are in Me, and I in You; that they also may be one in Us, that the world may believe that You sent Me. And the glory which You gave Me I have given them, that they may be one just as We are one: I in them, and You in Me; that they may be made perfect in one, and that the world may know that You have sent Me, and have loved them as You have loved Me.” John 17:20-23

Jesus is talking with His Father here. Do you know His Father? If not, read the Bible- front to back, back to front, again and again and again. Turn off any distractions and read His Word. If you really know Jesus, you should know His Father as well. As Jesus stated, they are One. The Father is in Jesus. Jesus is in the Father.

Here Jesus says that He wants the world to know that the Father loves them, and that it is the Father who sent Him. Remember, this is the same Father who commanded people not to murder, lie or commit adultery. This is the same Father who commanded a man not to lie with a  male as with a woman (Leviticus 18:22). This is the Father, full of love, teaching His people how to live (and what is sin) and sending His Son to redeem them from their sins. This is the Father who took away His hedge of protection from around Jerusalem and allowed them to go into captivity because “their tongues and their doings” were against the LORD. They had no knowledge; they called what was evil “good” and they called what was good “evil.” Even in His judgments, He is full of grace. I correct my children because I love them. Certainly He is no different with His children, even today.

On June 26, 2015, we as a nation positioned ourselves for judgment.


In an unprecedented way, we have spoken loud and proud against the Lord.

I know people will scoff at this concept. That is ok with me; I do not write to convince anyone of anything.

I think we as a people have been slowly starving for some time now. Hungry and thirsty, our bones have become brittle and dry. Too busy to eat, we are lacking bread and water. Too full of ourselves, our hunger has left.

Babylon has surrounded her target. For years, decades, she’s been there. A familiar face, she smiles and boasts of love and freedom. Freedom to be, freedom to rule. “Do as thou wilt” is her seductive wild card.

God… a controversial topic now. Push Him out! But our pennies, our old copper pennies that have been passed from pocket to pocket for centuries still bear the mark of our beginnings.

“In God we trust.” It’s embarrassing isn’t it? With our porn production and consumption, our blasphemous songs and movies, our right to murder, our lust for money, and now our gay pride. “In God we trust.” We blaspheme His holy Name.

As a collective whole, please know that our nation does not trust the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. We do not submit to Yeshua or His Father. We are rebellious and think nothing of it. We trust ourselves, our supreme selves, and the smooth sounding rhetoric of those around us. {But take heart- there are many, many, within this nation and around the world who place their trust and hope in God. Let’s be one, as Yeshua and God the Father are One.}

“And I heard another voice from heaven saying, ‘Come out of her, my people, lest you share in her sins, and lest you receive of her plagues. For her sins have reached to heaven, and God has remembered her iniquities… In the measure that she glorified herself and lived luxuriously, in the same measure give her torment and sorrow; for she says in her heart, ‘I sit as queen, and am no widow, and will not see sorrow.’ … and she will be utterly burned with fire, for strong is the Lord God who judges her.’” Revelation 18 (prophesying about Babylon the Great)

For the Believers everywhere, hear the Word: “Come out of her {Babylon}, my people, lest you share in her sins…”

Because of the famine in the land, Babylon broke through the walls. It was the ninth day of the fourth month on the Hebrew calendar.

Because of the spiritual famine in the land, the rebellion of Babylon broke through the walls of the Whitehouse. It was on June 26, 2015, the ninth day of the fourth month on the Hebrew calendar.

Judgment is coming. Please recognize it when you see it.

Grace is freely given to anyone who would like to take hold of it. I don’t care what sort of colorful past you may have (from lying to sexual orientation), you are one heartbeat, one decision away from receiving the holy blood of redemption. Our sin paid in full, by a God who loves with an unfathomable love. Replace pride with humility; there you will find Him. Replace a stiff neck with bended knees, and you will hear His voice, full of love, grace and truth to help you overcome the struggle with the flesh.

“Neither do I condemn you. Now go and sin no more.”- Yeshua

Grace does not exist if sin does not exist.

“Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.” John 15:13

This is the greatest love. This is the love that happened- why? To reconcile us to Himself. To cover, forgive, the sin that separated us.

And now we like to call it love to exalt the sin? We march around in parades, dripping with pride: Do as thou wilt.  Can’t you see her, that Lady Babylon, leading this parade? She’s marching towards death.

Get out. Get out and get under His wings. Anyone and everyone is welcome, but know that not everyone is there. Don’t be fooled by those who reject Him. Be careful, lest you find yourself humming along to their song. “..because their tongue and their doings are against the LORD, to provoke the eyes of His glory. The look on their countenance witnesses against them, and they declare their sin as Sodom; they do not hide it.”

Do you think that is still possible- to have a tongue and doings that are against the Lord? What a frightening place to be. Forget lining up with the culture! As it lines up against the Lord, I can assure you, there isn’t any strength in numbers. Humble yourself. Leave pride- any and all pride- and humble yourself before His Word.

In love, for the sake of Truth,


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Life: simplified

I feel stuffed with stuff. We passed by the road sign marked Enough about three birthdays and thirteen garage sales ago. And now I’m wanting to backpedal.

We visited some friends this weekend. They got rid of everything, everything, and bought the tiniest, cutest little camper. They set up camp in that perfect spot where the field kisses the forest and the birds sweetly serenade. With a small farm and large garden to tend to, they will be living off the land.

It was quiet. Open, free.

Free from the noise of passing cars and pandering commercials. Free from small toys littered about the floor and piles of clutter. Free from so many pressures that subconsciously push in when you are surrounded by crowds of people and schedules. But the trees? They wipe it all away. Their branches sway back and forth and they wipe it all away. Shalom.

pic 10 (640x543)I don’t find it coincidental that so many of God’s character attributes are found there- in the raw, earthy rhythm of creation.

The warmth of the sun soaking into the skin and a happiness from just being in the presence of light… Joy.

The calming melody of the water as it dances gracefully down the riverbed… Peace.

The loud crack of thunder from billowing dark clouds, and a surge of uncontrollable electrical power zig-zagging its way across the sky…  Power, authority.

The large brush strokes of fuchsia and orange, painted large and bold across a purple sky… beauty.

“After he had dismissed them, he went up on a mountainside by himself to pray.” Matthew 14:23

A mountainside. Free from the questions and accusers. Away from the loud noise of the market. Yeshua, God, stealing away into the protective peace of His creation to pray.

I like that. I need that.

I came home from that visit feeling both inspiration and exasperation. Inspiration to live simply, and to dismiss things in this life that are worth dismissing. Exasperation, because where do you start? I chose the toy box and thankfully the kids were just as excited to give stuff away.

“Consume. Consume.” It has become the reason for life for some, hasn’t it? Buy, enjoy, grow wanting; upgrade, enjoy, grow wanting. Earn, enjoy, grow wanting; earn more, enjoy, grow wanting. There’s this constant cycle of filling and feeling the need for more. I don’t think the cycle will ever stop until we realize the true need. And what beautiful grace that is isn’t it?

Your God desires you. He desires the personal, intimate relationship that fills every need of yours, the needs He has created you with. It is His grace that you are left wanting if you think clothes can do it, or the perfect house or amount of money. It His grace that when you fill yourself with things of this world, you feel needing more. The truth is you do. You do need more. You need Him: up-close, personal, real, active, surrendered, all-in.

“…whoever loses their life for my sake will find it.” Matthew 10:9

That is where fullness comes in. Find Him and you can find the fullness of life; the cycle will stop.

Simple. Difficult.

The paradoxical duo of truths are there every time.

This is difficult.

But really, this is all quite simple. His Word is true.




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When Your Feet Start to Sink

I feel like Peter. A lot.

I am amazed, in awe. My King walks on water.

waves“And Peter answered Him and said, ‘Lord, if it is You, command me to come to You on the water.’ So He said, ‘Come.’ And when Peter had come down out of the boat, he walked on the water to go to Yeshua. But when he saw that the wind was boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink he cried out, saying, ‘Lord, save me!’ And immediately Yeshua stretched out His hand and caught him, and said to him, ‘O you of little faith, why did you doubt?’” Matthew 14:28-31

I wrestle with this. Faith, doubt, belief and unbelief. Walking on water with my Lord and then sinking and crying out for help. Lord save me! Help me!

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding.” Proverbs 3:5

I am so thankful for this verse. My own understanding is by far my greatest stumbling block. I am so thankful, so relieved, that He commands me not to lean on it.

Because honestly, I don’t think I could do it. I don’t think I can lean on my own understanding and on God at the same time. My own understanding is as tall as an ant. Smaller rather. I could never use my brain, my reasoning, my understanding, to create even just one of the smallest creatures: the ant. I couldn’t do it. I haven’t met anyone who can. And I live in a universe that is larger and more complex than even our highest technology can tell us. With our very biggest telescope and most powerful spacecraft, we have yet to find dimensions for the universe in which we live. Hanging in space, we rotate and spin and the magnetic field is just so, the distance from the star that we call sun is just so, the air we breathe is just so.

And we live here. Feet strapped to the ground. Some can jump really high, but it lasts only a moment and they come crashing back down to the ground. Gravity is just so.

And my brain, your brain, we try to take this in. We operate in bodies that are designed to see and hear and feel the world we’ve been placed in. We believe in Him, the Creator of it all. That changes everything. That changes everything about the way we view this world.

But we live among people who don’t. We live among people who rely on their own understanding. We live among people who would never even entertain the thought of someone having the capabilities of walking on water. That is pure craziness. It defies logic and equations. Perhaps they would even take a few steps on water themselves just to prove to you that it wouldn’t work. And it wouldn’t. They would sink. Case proven.

But do you still believe it? Do you believe a man named Kefa (Peter in English) was really able to walk on water? He’s not God. He’s a man. A man literally walking on top of water. Think about it.

If you are able to answer yes to that question, you will have to do so with faith.

This story is one that draws Human Understanding and Faith out onto the wrestling mat. Only one is going to win here.

I am thankful for these situations. Big, loud reminders that we’ve been called out of the world and the systems it operates in. Big, loud reminders that we who cannot create even the smallest little insect cannot fit the Creator of the Universe into our understanding or force Him to submit to our rules of reason.

Take your pick. What do you want to lean on? You can join the crowd that is stomping through water.

“See? Can’t you see? This doesn’t work. It ain’t real!” Their feet sink and they justify their disbelief.

Or you can choose faith. It’s a choice, an act of will. Surrender, trust (active verbs here)- heart, soul, body, mind.

Don’t wait for your feet to walk on water first. They won’t. Belief must come first. Search your heart for that belief. Be bold enough to ask yourself if you have it. In the end, it is the belief in the heart, not the belief on the lips that will matter.

The Hebrew word for believe is aman (ah-mahn). In the Hebrew language, each letter has a meaning behind it. In my studies, I have found that when I study the word letter by letter, it offers me deeper meaning to the word. For this word, the letter by letter meanings were: first/strength- water- seed/life/sprout. I love this! Isn’t that what belief is? The strength of the water to produce life; seeds planted (the faith of a mustard seed) that sprout.

Now what is the water?

“Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave Himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the word…” Ephesians 5:25

We see a picture of Yeshua washing His bride with water, washing His bride with the Word.

And of course that water is Yeshua Himself, the Word made flesh.

“… but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” John 4:14

This is the water! There is strength in this water to produce life in your life, life from the dead.

The Hebrew word for trust is batach (bah-tahk). It denotes the words: bold, confident, felt secure, rely. Letter by letter this word has one overriding meaning- separated. The meanings are house/tent- container- hedge/protect/tent wall. Do you see the picture here? If you decide to trust in God, know that you are certainly stepping out of the systems of the world. Human reason, control, vengeance, fear- these no longer rule you. You have been called into the House of the Lord Yeshua, and you live by His house rules. Forgiveness, surrender, love, faith, peace- this is how His house operates. Through your trust, you are protected and hedged in. You are separated from those who do not trust. You do not need to feel unified in thought with all people. You can only be a light to the world, a light to those who do not trust, by living in that light. Light and dark are separate ways of living.

“You are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His wonderful light.” 1 Peter 2:9

Do you trust? Do you believe? If this is your struggle, stop looking at your feet to give you the answers. Stop looking for signs to boost your faith.

“…He did not do many miracles there because of their lack of faith.” Matthew 13:58

You cannot walk with peace overtop the storms of this life unless you first believe in the One who enables you to walk. And that belief has to be real. Real enough that it affects the way you think and act, and real enough that you choose to listen and obey His voice. This is how He walks you over the waters. Listen to how He instructs you to walk.

Choose faith. Even if you’re sinking like Peter, call out and reach for the One who can save you.

“And immediately Jesus stretched out His hand and caught him…” Matthew 14:31

Peter doubted. I have doubted. I have also tasted the all-consuming reality of God. Peter trusted. I trust. I believe.

If you have unbelief, in any area of your life, I encourage you to read Mark 9. A father is calling out to Yeshua for the sake of his son. His son has a deaf and dumb spirit that attempts to kill the boy. The father cries out to Yeshua, “Lord, I believe; help my unbelief.”

That’s an interesting statement. Lord, I believe, help my unbelief. Do you see the struggle there? Can you relate? I can.

The disciples were not able to cast the spirit out and asked their Teacher why.

His response, “This kind can come out by nothing but prayer and fasting.”

I find it interesting and worth noting that the father of the boy admitted to unbelief. The spirit in the boy was deaf and dumb. I can see a relation there: unbelief in a person will produce ears that can’t hear and a mind that wrestles with accepting His truth. Deaf, dumb. The spirit of unbelief has its eyes on killing your faith in the Savior of the world.

The disciples could not cast it out like they could others. Is this similar to other situations where a lack of faith prevented the miracle? (Lack of faith in Jesus, as opposed to lack of faith in their specific request being granted.) I am not saying that this deaf and dumb spirit is the spirit of unbelief, but I see a lot of dots connecting. I think we can learn from this.

If you believe yet need help with unbelief, if you feel deaf and dumb to the Holy Spirit, let’s take Yeshua’s advice to the disciples: pray and fast.

Pray often, pray hard. Seek, search, reach up and cry for Yeshua. Fast and seek the Bread of Life.

“Then you will call upon Me and go and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart. I will be found by you says the LORD…” Jeremiah 29:12-14


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I am not a people catcher.

Somehow I manage to find myself in these situations.

Emergency situations. The kind with flying fur and feathers and I’m the only one home, the only available candidate for Miss Animal Rescue Hero.

This isn’t me. I’m never the gal digging ten fingers behind the dog’s ears, saying, “Oh, you’re such a good boy. Yes, yes you are.” (You know, the way “animal” people say it. It’s kind of ridiculous.) I’m the girl four feet back trying to dodge all of the hair that is now floating everywhere.

I’m not the type of person that can feed carrot sticks to the llamas at the zoo. Their teeth are like three inches long. I have never, in my wildest dreams, desired to be in any sort of 4-H program. To me, those four H’s would have stood for hot, hay, horrible, ha-why am I doing this?

But as life would have it, those special animal loving people are all around me so sometimes I get put into situations that are far outside of my comfort zone.

Like the day the sheep got out.

I was enjoying the summer sun under my floppy wide-brimmed hat and imagining myself as a servant girl to a Roman family in the first century (Mark of the Lion series, anyone?). The teenage years are so care-free aren’t they? That was me. The epitome of a care-free teenager, the house to myself, flipping through pages and smelling like Banana Boat on a lawn chair in the backyard.

For some reason I peeked up beyond the top of my page. The sheep. I’m supposed to see two sheep over yonder in that fenced in area. Where are they? I quickly got up and scooted around to see from a different angle. The pen was definitely empty and the sheep were nowhere to be seen. Oh no!

These sheep were not mine. I didn’t have a clue how to make them obey me. But my sister was gone. Everyone was gone. This was all on my shoulders. I ran into the house, hurriedly through on some poop-covered boots, muttered under my breath “This. This is why you don’t get animals!” and ran back outside. After doing a few chaotic circles in the yard, floppy wide-brimmed hat flopping along with me, I acknowledged the obvious: I didn’t have a clue what I was supposed to do. There were two sheep. Two. They each could have gone in different directions. I didn’t see a wisp of wool anywhere.

In the heat of the chase, or what I had hoped would be a chase, I ran back inside to grab the only thing I could think of….

I am going to pause the story a minute because this is just wild. I can’t believe I did this! While it is slightly embarrassing, I think it happened for a reason, and that reason is worth any embarrassment. May we all recall that I am not an animal person, not always a common sense person, but definitely a love the Lord person.

So I ran inside. To grab my Nextel and call someone? No.

To grab my keys and take off looking down the country roads? No.

To google how to catch sheep? No. I think we still had dial up.

I ran inside and grabbed my Bible.

Then I walked, calmly, slowly, back out to the gate of the pen, praying as I went.

“Lord, You can command the wind and the waves. You are King over every part of Your creation. I know You can see where these two sheep have gone. I am totally not capable of bringing them home. Please help Me! Please lead the sheep back!”

Then I positioned myself right near the open gate and I started reading out loud. To be honest, I forget exactly what portion of Scripture I turned to, but I would assume it was Psalm 23.

Sometimes choosing faith looks completely ridiculous. I can guarantee you this was one of those times. My big ole hat, sundress, and mud-boots only added to it. But whatever. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Besides, I was all alone. There is such freedom when you don’t have to consider what others are going to think (and now the powerful truth that the sweet freedom is always there).

After about five minutes of reading and praying, I saw him. Black nose, droopy ears, bobbing his way up the drive way. Right behind him was the other one. I could hardly believe it! Two mischievous sheep, walking my way, slowly but surely.

With such a boost of faith, I preached the Word of the Lord to those sheep all the louder. I knew exactly who was rounding them up. I laughed to myself at the crazy situation, “THANK YOU!”

And then I saw the people. Maybe five or six of them, making their way up our driveway through the woods, creating a semi-circle behind the sheep, nudging them on. I stood my post at the open gate as the strangers corralled the sheep right in.

After locks were latched and hands were shaken, they shared with me that they found the sheep on the road. Apparently they lived around the corner and past the cornfield. Strangers were in fact neighbors, who just so happened to also be a direct answer to prayer. I had my Bible in my hand anyways; I just had to share how the Lord used them.

That was ten years ago now.

About three months ago, Husband and Son came home with a mitt-full of chicks. They were adorable little birdies, all fluffy and small and scared of me. Everything baby is cute isn’t it? I envisioned our little chicken coop and adorable little chickens and hearty, healthy eggs, and said “Yes!” Yes, I can do this. I can handle a mitt-full of chickens as long as someone else feeds them and gathers the eggs. (Because there is no way I am stepping foot into that chicken pen.)

Those adorable little chickens took about four days to become miniature dinosaur looking creatures. The yellow legs grew and sprouted sharp claws, the beaks lengthened and developed a forward twitch. It’s constant. They attack the air constantly with their twitchy heads. I can only imagine what they’ll do if my leg is available.

They are spazzy and feathery, and attempting to fly and by now I am way more afraid of them then they are of me. It’s unfortunate how that all went down.

A few weeks ago they provided an emergency situation much like the sheep. They got out of the pen. Once again, I’m the only eligible adult home. Miss Animal Catcher.

I could see them, all six of them frantically moving through the tree line into the neighbor’s backyard as if they had literally planned this great escape. Great. How on earth do I round up six twitchy, spazzy chickens? You know how the saying goes, “If you can’t beat them, join them.”

I’ll call that my strategy, but to be honest it was just the way it naturally played out. I became the seventh twitchy, spazzy creature in my neighbor’s backyard and tried my best to corral them back into the pen.

I didn’t work. I should have just asked the Lord to do it again. I think I didn’t resort to that because they were right in front of me; I could see them and it seemed like something I could do if I just tried.

But I can’t. I am not an animal catcher. I shout that to the world.

And I am also not a people catcher.

I am not the Shepherd for lost sheep. But I can point you to His voice.

I am not the Great Teacher, but I know where to find the One who is.

I am not the Giver of Truth, but I will repeat it because He’s told me to.

Much like my experience with the sheep, I want to stand at the gate and share His Word. That’s all I am responsible for. That’s all you are responsible for. We don’t need to corral or control; we are merely sheep ourselves. Our biggest advantage will be to have our eyes constantly searching our own hearts and lives for ways in which we can die to ourselves so that He (the Shepherd) can pour through.

Much like my experience with the chickens, everything gets a little bit out of control when we try to chase people down. Surrender it. God has a way of bringing back those who know His voice, even if it means using complete strangers. Don’t stop sharing truth. Share it. But share it as a song of praise and healing salve for the eyes. Not as a lasso around an unwilling (or even willing) person.

SheepBecause here is truth: “My sheep listen to My voice; I know them, and they follow Me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one will snatch them out of My hand.” –Yeshua, John 10:27-28

So in my writing, know that I am not after anyone. Your journey is between you and God. My journey is between me and God, and sharing the truths that He has laid on my heart is a part of that journey. It is something I feel called to do and a responsibility that I will have to answer to.

So I’m going to do that. Like that girl from ten years ago standing at the pen with not a sheep in sight, asking the Shepherd to gather His sheep. I need this from people in my life as well. I need fellow sheep who are not afraid to share His truth when I desperately need to hear it. We are all in this together.


Ps. For those who are wondering, Husband heroically got the chickens back into the pen when he got home.

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