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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17305899418511598352019-05-29T01:42:54.365-07:00People of the PreservationLIFE ON A PRESERVATION is a covenant journey. The covenant journey is not about geography, per se, but simply living G-d's Way daily, moment by moment . . .K D Elizabethhttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-21921774205439707692018-02-16T11:30:00.001-08:002018-02-18T13:53:17.272-08:00Reality When I first answered this call to establish a small sustainable place in the country, I had never heard of the term, "hobby farm" nor had I realized the term "homesteading" would be reintroduced in the 21st century. Well, here I am, 12 years completed in the realization that I've been redeemed back to the garden. Although I bought the "learning" homestead in late spring of 2005, it would be nearly 6 months of tying up loose ends before actually enjoying the new place and beginning lifestyle. After writing the earnest check through the Week of Unleavened Bread, the final trip of the move took place the day after Rosh HaShanah, nearly six months later.

Not to discourage anyone, but let me say, for the record, this homesteading lifestyle has been no "cake walk." It has been truly rewarding, but at times, very difficult and disappointing . . . still is, but it's worth it! Life was no bed of roses in the city, either. I truly admire the younger couples who are equally yoked, on the same page, making the decision to raise their family outside of mainstream. Although I never really fit into mainstream, and lived outside of mainstream in town for a time, my family was grown by the time I came into Covenant, and well established in their own lives when I became established this homestead lifestyle. So, none of my progeny seems interested in this lifestyle, at all! Two of my granddaughters were, for a time, but . . . that's a subject for another blog. Back to the reality of what I have established and the discernment for maintaining the true purpose of this place.

I'm fairly active in social media and I've noticed a trending reality. There are a number of people who will "preach and teach" all day long about faith, obedience, and being set apart; but are dramatically dependent upon "the system," especially in the areas of income and health. They have all day long to preach and teach, because they don't work and collect a check through the system. Then there are the city dwellers who consistently make comments about their lack of funding for rural living, but admonish the lack of faith of we homesteaders, referring to us as preppers who are trusting our own abilities . . . while they have the faith to believe manna will fall. I have some thoughts on both of these perspectives, as well as my own perspective.

As for those who are already dependent on the system, and I've heard several reasons as to why. Believe me, I am not doubting the fact folks are ill and feel horrible. I was a bit surprised, myself, when Father led me, without healing the MS, to homestead. I've been running a homestead, using a walking stick for several years now, and yesterday I discovered, I can take grain to the cattle, and even trim goat hooves, having traded my walking stick for a walker . . . I truly hope and pray it's temporary, but it was doable! What isn't doable, is me taking care of folks with health issues that are comfortable in their disease and dis-health, while teaching all about YHUH. It just doesn't set well, with me. I realize we are to be content in all things, but I don't believe that means content in taking without giving! And as for those who collect a government check with the mindset and mantra, "I paid into it" . . . while also hoping to relocate to a working Torah community when "the excrement hits the oscillating device." As a general rule . . . only the homesteader has "has paid into it."

For even when we were with you, this we commanded you, that if any would not work, neither should he eat. II Thessalonians 3:10

So many truly believe they are still "independent" when the reality is, the US government provides food for nearly 50,000,000 Americans. President Trump has introduced an idea about sending boxed commodities to replace some of the food stamps being distributed in SNAP. I can't speak for most, but some of the recipients were not at all happy with this idea.

The reality is "already on the table." The food supply is controlled by the government for everyone on SNAP. Take it one step further and we have to face reality again. The government controls trucking and transport, which is a major factor in the food supply. Even for cash customers, if the trucks don't deliver the groceries, there's no food to buy! I'll admit, I still buy some things at the grocery store, like coffee, dog food, and toilet tissue. If it comes to leaves to replace toilet tissue, I do recognize and avoid poison ivy and oak. I've already done some experimenting with indigenous herbs in the event coffee becomes unattainable. I can make sure my dogs have food . . . through home butchering. I've also casually mentioned for those who ask about looters in the chaos, "my dogs will not be friendly and may be hungry."

As previously mentioned in earlier posts, Torah addresses blessings and curses for both city and country, based completely on obedience to the rest of Torah, so therein lies our security. To be blessed of Father, we need to be obedient. Will He use His people to bless others? Of course, but that does not mean He will simply transfer provision from the system to His servants in the kingdom without some work and/or faith on the part of the individuals. For those expecting manna, you might want to remember, the children of Israel had to gather the manna, themselves. Moses and Aaron did not gather manna for everyone. If you are unable or unwilling to harvest from a garden, then chances are, gathering manna would be outside of your field of endeavor, as well!

For those who truly believe what we claim to believe, as far as our Creator being our Provider, Healer, etc. it's time we start living what we're teaching and preaching. I believe, throughout Scripture, it's always been the case, but it truly is time our walk matched our talk!

When the time of tribulation is upon us and folks want to work together, it will take our G-d given talents, hard work, and endurance. Everyone will have to bring more to the table than a fork!

K D Elizabethhttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-4501475772613744172018-01-29T15:21:00.000-08:002018-01-30T19:23:05.485-08:00No ExcusesThrough the course of the last twelve years of homesteading, while promoting organic food and natural remedies, I continue to hear "excuses." The main one, of course, has to do with money . . . Now, these excuses are from "religious folk" who tell everyone else how much our Heavenly Father provides and heals! Today, in this post, I hope to resolve all excuses, because time is definitely of the essence.

First and foremost, everyone who chooses to live simply doesn't have to spend $100,000.00 on land and equipment. I'm guessing, most of the folks telling me money is an issue to country living, are renters. Right now, just off the top of my head, three rental places in the country, come to mind that all include living on some land and rent for less than $300.00 a month. But even so, if country living isn't your thing, Deuteronomy 28 tells us, the children of The Most High can be blessed in the city or the country. Some people have told me, they believe they are called to be a witness in the cities when the time of tempest and chaos come. If that is the case, I pray they are preparing . . .

Here's the thing about living by faith, regardless of town or country. We can all lessen our dependency on the systems of the world. For example, you don't have to live in the country to home school your children. You don't have to live in the country to trust our Heavenly Father to be your Healer. The health care power will continue to strengthen and will be a very strong arm of the one world system. So as it continues, you may have to home school to protect your family from the health care power and have Father as the Healer of your household. Usually when it comes to home schooling, households tend to find a way to have a single earning with a stay at home mom.

Not to sound redundant or opinionated here, but if your city dwelling requires two full time incomes, you may want to give another thought to a country rental . . . If one is renting, then I would definitely be reducing debt to zero. One is more "ready at a moment's notice" if one is not economically disadvantaged, and debt is a definite disadvantage. Proverbs says the borrower is servant to the lender. Strong's indicates, servant, is an old English euphemism for "slave." Debt will very much keep one in bondage to the system. That is one of the hard and fast rules I have about anyone who would consider relocating to this place in an attempt to work together. I've told, even my kids, there will be no debt attached to this address!

It is truly time that our walk matches our talk. I see posts, frequently about the 10 virgins, five wise, five foolish, and folks go out of their way to "spiritualize" Messiah's words. Granted, it is about spiritual readiness, but coming out from among them and being separate has physical ramifications, as well. The coming one world order will take in all the powers that are already in existence, which includes powers that are quite prominently accepted in this society, beyond banking and commerce. Powers like health care and education are also included in buying and selling, not to mention transportation and the food supply. It is truly time to assess our dependency on the systems we take for granted. The people of YHUH must decrease our dependency on the powers of the system and come to the faith that our Heavenly Father truly is our Provider, our Healer, our Shepherd . . . we shall not want. YHUH is El Shaddai and His Son is coming back for those who are living according to the Will of the Father, watching, waiting, and ready!

And while they went to buy, the bridegroom came; and they that were ready went in with him to the marriage: and the door was shut. ~ words of Messiah

K D Elizabethhttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-18271976910829958882018-01-14T15:19:00.002-08:002018-01-14T15:19:27.084-08:00Mishpocha / TribeOne of the recent entries addressed family and tribe . . . Since then the "talk" has died down and the walks have become apparent, and well, some things just turn out differently than we first expect, and yet in retrospect, there is a relief when events unfold differently than early expectations. Meanwhile, new doors have opened and I have been truly blessed to meet some of my tribe! I could give a huge rundown of the connections, but suffice it to say, one thing led to another, to kick off, yet something else, and now that some of the dust has settled, the blessings are wonderful!

As we were first becoming acquainted, there wasn't the "rush and gush" that so often happens, and I find that both comforting and inviting. There has been a time of questions and offers, without feelings of intrusion or false promises! We've shared precious Sabbath dinner, as well as celebrated Hanukkah. Since Hanukkah isn't an appointed Torah Feast, I feel there is a much more casual opportunity to simply get together and rejoice in the fact, our Heavenly Father does miracles! I learned through Sukkot, attempting fellowship when the calendars conflict is just that . . . attempting and coflict!

Of course we do know mishpocha is scattered, and I pray for them, but it's nice to get to fellowship face to face on occasion, and I'll be honest, I do appreciate being appreciated. As I think of the wonderful conversations we've shared through these past months, one stands out, particularly. We were just speaking in general about fellowship and visiting, when I told her, they were welcome anytime. If I had a "heads up" there would be a meal prepared, and if it was short notice, there is always plenty to prepare here, together, when they arrived. I could literally hear her countenance light up as she said, "there's nothing like cooking together to form a bond." As it turned out, we were blessed to experience that very thing, and then some . . .

We made Hanukkah plans, and of course she brought delicious food and I prepared some, as well, but I didn't cook the latkes ahead of their visit. Nobody likes cold fried food, so we prepared them together! Oh, what a blessing! The latkes were delicious and the fellowship was delightful. The dreidel was, well, dreidel; but all had a wonderful time. I mentioned more blessing in the kitchen and I have to say, I believe the following event is probably a fairly rare occurrence in this day and age.

This same family is fairly new to homesteading and they had a big beef, still on the hoof, that they wanted in the freezer. When I inquired as to the size of this creature, I was immediately honest with them and told them I didn't the equipment to drop and bleed out anything that size. They told me they had someone who would drop it, skin, gut and hang it, but they'd like to learn how to cut it up. Now that would be no problem, if it came quartered . . . They assured me it would. I am so thankful for that! So, the date was set, and preparation was discussed . . . and then the rain came . . .

Imagine if you will, bonding in the kitchen over a 200 pound forequarter! We got busy and stayed busy; as there as 150 pound hindquarter outdoors waiting! She and I basically, never left the kitchen. We went from processing beef, to serving a rather late lunch, back to processing more beef. I made the comment at some point, this reminded me of my grandma's kitchen. I'm so blessed to be able to keep the earthy arts alive! I also observed, that I just wasn't sure Biblical fatted calves would have been as large as this one was, but we persevered and prevailed. I was truly impressed with their eagerness to learn and their immediate ability to carry out what they were learning, as the other side awaited them at home.

Four months ago, we were all feeling pretty isolated. They were new to the area and basically knew no one. I, on the other hand, have been here awhile and made several wonderful friends/family, yet hungered for Torah fellowship. I see a real coming together from many directions.

K D Elizabethhttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-53105074455773421852017-10-24T11:36:00.001-07:002017-10-24T11:36:37.157-07:00Words, So Many WordsI found myself making an observation that may be racist, but I think it's really more a matter of culture. It seems nontribal people are more chatty and use a great many more words than those of us of Native heritage. It also seems, they often expect me to do the same . . . except Mr. B. He seems to prefer a huge wall of silence between us, and that works for me.

I'm a writer and a woman, so of course, I have a great many words that bounce through my brain regularly, but they don't all need to come out of my mouth. As a matter of fact, the world would probably be a much calmer place if fewer words were spoken by most of us.

In the multitude of words there wanteth not sin: but he that refraineth his lips is wise. Proverbs 10:19

Recently, I found myself in some rather oppressive conversations with more than one person, so I do have to consider the possibility of the common denominator, but there were three similarities in all the conversations. One was, the other individual referred to me as secretive. Two, the other individual took some comment I made and "fed" it back to me in their context. And lastly, I was called upon to explain myself and my varying decisions and activities on matters that I simply did not believe was any of their business . . .

I take note when folks make reference to getting to know someone, because I believe getting to know someone is to actually get to know their way of living, their interests, style of communicating, etc. It's getting to know them, not just gathering information about them. I don't think "getting to know someone" is playing twenty questions and invading their privacy. Getting to know someone means listening enough to learn their communication style. Getting to know someone also involves respecting their boundaries . . . without the individual having to continuously explain them or defend them. Getting to know someone is exactly that, "getting" to know them and if one is actually going to get to know another person, they need to be quiet and listen. A one-sided conversation is rarely meaningful and an inquisition is just dreaded.

As I wrote this I was reminded of the similarity of Proverbs 17:28 and the quote attributed to Abraham Lincoln and/or Mark Twain. "Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise: and he that shutteth his lips is esteemed a man of understanding." "Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and to remove all doubt."

Forced conversation usually results in courteous tolerance, but rarely a true friendship. I have discovered through the years, the people I count the dearest are those who have a great deal going on in their own lives and don't really have time to meddle in mine. We are interested in each other's lives, but not meddlesome. We know we can count on each other, and yet we also know there are times were are just flat busy, but we'll get back to each other. We also know, in our absence, we're not the subject of the next conversation with someone else. We have taken the time to know each other and enjoy who that person is, without trying to change them or make them answer for who they are.

K D Elizabethhttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-45991976285444811342017-09-21T12:33:00.001-07:002017-09-21T12:33:43.339-07:00The Coming Holy DaysSukkot 2017 is just a little over two weeks away and I'm looking forward to hosting a gathering, while also experiencing a bit of trepidation. I truly want this to be pleasing to The Father! Father knows I lack confidence . . . Outside of Him, I have no confidence . . . NONE! I feel I have the social skills of a broken lamp, and yet, I truly do love people! I long to be a gracious encourager. A kind word and gentle encouragement goes a long way for many of us! Then there is the fellowship that is shared in these Holy Day gatherings that truly does remain in the heart for many seasons!

I'm focusing on the book of Ecclesiastes, fellowship, and encouragement. Those of us who are gathering for Sukkot spend the year seeking Father and His will, while many do so alone, or worse, in a divided house. Social media is pretty much a place of argument or a platform for the self proclaimed preachers, teachers, and rabbis to condescend. Don't get me wrong, there are some very gifted folks who are obviously called of Father to preach and teach, but . . . I have come to the place in life, if someone has to continue to announce their call/title, I have trouble hearing their message. So, to extend fellowship and offer encouragement seems to be a much needed and often overlooked ministry.

Here in the Land of Goshen, we'll be enjoying what looks to be a rather small gathering of women. I'm thinking we are going to be able to share and encourage each other, as well as drawing a serious correlation between Titus 2 and Proverbs 31 . . . Of course, we're not going to be exclusionary, but at this time it does appear to be a sukkot for ladies of the grandma years. I felt a very strong unction to extend this invitation, first and foremost to those who Shabbat solo.

Shabbatin' solo is definitely better than ignoring Shabbat, but having little to no fellowship can also result in some traditions or tangents that may be misleading when it comes to Torah truth and following Messiah. So, we are definitely looking forward to sharing fellowship. Now the invitation is not closed, nor is it exclusive to women, only . . . but I would like to offer this. We do not have a large program planned, nor is there an extensive list of activities. There are family oriented Sukkot gatherings and I would strongly recommend young families get involved with other young families. Meanwhile, we Grandmas will be encouraging each other and praying for all y'all!

Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear Elohim, and keep His commandments: for this is the whole duty of man. Ecclesiastes 12:13

K D Elizabethhttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-38061533389472230532017-09-06T08:15:00.001-07:002017-09-06T08:15:20.900-07:00Family / TribeOh what revelation has come in the past few weeks, regarding family and tribe! It all began on social media . . . who knew??? Father knew. I read of a woman having some vehicle issues and sent a little gift her way, via paypal. I then read of this same woman posting an ad to sell some goats. Two were purebred with papers for registration, but the other was what I like to call a "Jacob's herd" or cross bred, described in Genesis as "spotted, mottled and streaked," which is what I'm raising. Crossbreeds are just heartier animals in that they rarely display the recessive genetic weaknesses of the purebreds.

We discussed the specifics and price via private messenger, after Shabbat. I got off the computer and told Mr. B, we needed to go buy a goat Sunday afternoon. His reply was, "I thought you were downsizing the herd." To which I responded, "I don't really need a goat, but this is about something bigger." I told him the asking price, and that I had no intention of haggling. That came as a shock to him, but since he's always up for an outing, he agreed. To be honest, I truly thought I was simply going with altruistic intent to help the young woman. It was delightful to meet her and her children and through the course of the conversation, she asked me if I knew a woman who lived in the town just east of where I live. I didn't, but she invited me to look at her friend's list and send this woman a friend request. The woman and I immediately became FB friends and began to make plans to meet in person.

There were scheduling conflicts, the first couple of attempts to meet in person. Imagine our delight when we finally had a time set and exchanged addresses. Although our addresses are two different towns, we are closer in proximity than either of us are to our given town of address. As it turns out, we both live two miles the opposite direction off of the same highway. We've now visited each other's homes and have made plans for Shabbat that also include other folks she knows. But there's more . . .

I'd already planned to host a Sukkot gathering this year, but was not terribly confident in my hostessing skills. A wonderful sister from a neighboring state had already made reservations and a few others have made inquiry and indicated interest. My new sister/friend will be joining the celebration here, and ask if she could invite others. Through her, a gentleman has gracious offered some teachings as well as some labor on the homestead.

Isn't it interesting? Here, I thought Father wanted to use me to bless someone by buying their goat, and I even knew the meeting was about more than a goat, but I had no idea . . . The blessings I've received in that one short visit have certainly exceeded abundantly more than I could have asked or imagined! Looking forward to this family gathering!

For whosoever shall do the will of my Father which is in heaven, the same is my brother, and sister, and mother. Matthew 12:50

K D Elizabethhttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-14835734117289109332017-08-22T06:43:00.001-07:002017-08-22T06:43:38.500-07:00Negative ConfirmationUsually, I'm a fairly upbeat person. I place my hope in our Creator, so I really don't worry, much. It is my understanding that worry leads to stress and negative perceptions that either never happen or becoming "self-fulfilling prophesies." I've also come to accept that the only thing in life I can really change or control is me! Folks gonna do what they want . . . My purpose is to serve my Heavenly Father, follow His Son, and let my light shine.

I am called to share The Good News, but I'm not called to argue about The Good News. It's not all sunshine and roses, but I have abundant life. As I've followed Messiah, I've learned a great many things along the way. Everything has not gone the way I'd hoped in the natural, and yet again, my hope is in Him, and He changes not, nor can He fail. It seems we all have certain hopes for our own life that is not part of His plan, and I'm so thankful He has spared me of some of the things I thought I wanted. Then there is the hope we have in others, and they don't meet those hopes and make other choices. I have come to realize there are more than a few people in my life that have made other choices, and yet there is a consistency that I've noticed.

It's taken me a few years to realize "negative confirmation" doesn't mean I've done the wrong thing, it usually means the narrow road is narrowing further . . . I spent much of my life lacking any sort of self confidence, so I looked for approval, or rather; expected disapproval and tried to avoid it. I didn't even consider hoping for respect, just hoped to avoid the glare and comments of disapproval. Now, however; it seems when I've done something notable in service to my King, something negative comes right at me!

With great consistency, every time the ministry outreach is expanding or a new book is published, something in my personal life, i.e. family, gets crazy! Without fail the negativity and/or problems roll in. I now realize and have come to term this: Negative Confirmation. Just like the third law of physics recorded by Newton: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. K D Elizabethhttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-11646101599916770552017-08-06T19:35:00.002-07:002017-08-06T19:35:30.104-07:00Alternative HealthI recently discovered the term "Native" is contained in the word, "alternative: AlterNATIVE."
I've also been giving a great deal of thought to the words of Messiah in Matthew 10:8. Heal the sick, cleanse the lepers, raise the dead, cast out devils: freely ye have received, freely give.
Here at the Land of Goshen, and Bethesda Renaissance Villa, I'm bringing the two together in wellness management. I have freely received "time and life" from our Heavenly Father, and want to freely give. I am not diagnosing, and the healing is up to YHUH. I am reaching out to those who are dealing with chronic conditions of pain, and the only offer you've been given is "pain management" through Big Pharma.

If the cost was only gas money, a love offering, and 3-5 days of your life, would you step out in faith and alternative wellness? I've never had full peace about a charge for guests at Bethesda Renaissance Villa. Even after seeking wise counsel . . . still no peace until now. I have to have some sort of notice of guests, due to accommodations and scheduling, but there will be no set price. We all know the cost of food and accommodations, and the outrageous price of mainstream health care . . . Each scheduled event will have a button to make a donation, and I'm willing to also make special guest arrangements at unscheduled times. I realize there are many believers attempting to be Torah obedient, who simply do not have much funding. Sadly, due to mandatory government health regulation many are paying high health insurance rates and copay.

The most despicable factor in American Health Care now, is the fact that doctors can "fire" patients! Of course, when those with their god complex "fires" their patient, that event becomes part of their medical records, therefore; this patient becomes banned and labeled, on a larger scale. Many people who live in constant pain are treated quite disrespectfully, if they seek relief in an ER. When the person who is being payed, can fire the one who is paying them, something is seriously wrong! Health and wellness has taken a back seat to Big Pharma and Power.

Now that so many in America are taking some sort of prescription for mental and emotional health issues, rest assured, those prescriptions will soon involve decisions being made "for your own good." Health care and the court system have been intertwined for years, but now in "open collusion," wield an ungodly authority. These two powerful entities are brought together through so called "protective" agencies such as DFS, CPS, EPS, APD, etc. There are a great many government agencies with more power than the Bill of Rights to "protect" everyone from basket to casket.

So, in a nut shell, I'm going to open this place to those who desire a change in managing chronic pain or desire to deal with developed issues by natural means, on a Scriptural foundation. I don't know if this will be received positively or negatively, but it is a fact! . . . Our physical health is affected by our spiritual condition and our emotions.

Beloved, I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in health, even as thy soul prospereth. III John 2

K D Elizabethhttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-51848845925516922512017-07-05T13:20:00.000-07:002017-07-05T13:20:13.139-07:00ChoicesOur Heavenly Father obviously allows humans to make choices. As we can see all around us, many choices have not been good, and many of the consequences are disastrous. Although many believe this country is going to turn around, I don't share that blind optimism. Changing parties in an election is not the same thing as repentance.

It seems bad choices reduce the opportunity of choice. When one is at a crossroads, a good decision usually leads to more opportunity, while a bad decision often results in obligation and consequences that seem hopelessly void of choice . . . as in "I have to do this, I have no choice." I'm going to get preachy here . . . We rob ourselves of choice, when we rebel against our Creator. It started early in the Garden of Eden, and while it's easy to point fingers, we've all done the same and worse. Our society is far from what our Heavenly Father had planned for humanity, and yet for the most part, we go right along with much of the destruction, we call progress.

I'm well aware of the changes I've made to this ten acres. Even in trying to maintain everything to be natural and organic, changes have taken place. There are a number of small buildings, now on the place, which was once a virtual wilderness. The place is now fenced with various pens also established. Although my intent was and is to live simply and off the land, the reality is, I've also altered the landscape with my homestead operation, calling it "improvements." I can say, before making any major decisions, I do seek the will of our Heavenly Father. I once told someone, I was "all about choice," and clearly wasn't prepared for what transpired.

In making choices along the way in life, I've made some real doozies. Having a relationship with my Creator has made all the difference in the choices I've made and definitely in the results that have followed. I remember some of the poor choices I made, back in the days of doing it "my way." Not that all my decisions are perfect, yet, but I do know Y'hshuah will not lead me away from Father's will, even when the circumstances seem shaky and unfamiliar. Hearing the voice of our Heavenly Father has certainly taken much of the guesswork out of life. My choice truly is to please my Maker. That's the basis for the other choices I make in life. It's actually even helped me choose silence rather than hasty responses that would require repentance.

Without a doubt, our Heavenly Father blesses obedience. His Word simply works and stands forever. Why wouldn't I choose to live by the Instructions? All these years later, I can say with all certainty, the choice to follow Y'hshuah into full Covenant with our Creator was the best choice I've ever made.
K D Elizabethhttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-79478167343877590752016-11-10T06:16:00.001-08:002017-06-21T11:33:03.176-07:00It Was Right in Front of Me, The Entire TimeMother Earth is referenced repeatedly by fellow tribesmen and although I couldn't put my finger on the difference, I knew Mother Earth did not correlate or equate to "Mother Nature." In a recent conversation, my uncle stated unequivocally that Native American tribal history has a greater handle on spiritual truth than most of mainstream white American Christianity and he's right! That's not to say, we tribal folk have not been sidetracked, distracted, and flat out taken wrong detours, but there is more than just a thread of truth in the term "mother earth," and is far removed from paganism or new age mysticism.

The term, "Mother Nature" always seemed to negate the reality that it is Father G-d who controls the weather. I'm also old enough to remember Dena Dietrich in the Chiffon advertisements. The entire premise seemed to allude to a "shared" status of deity, which I simply could not accept.

In searching and researching some of the presentations I give, I have come to the realization I am both, deeply spiritual and quite earthy. It is one of my self-realized dichotomies that has to remain in the proper order to not become imbalanced. What transpires in the natural realm is nothing more than the manifestation of what is ordained in the spiritual realm. With that being said, I'm heading back to the Scriptural truth and tribal wisdom in the reference to "Mother Earth."

Mother Earth is not mother nature! Scripture mentions early in Genesis, chapter 1 to be precise, that YHWH called the earth to "bring forth." In King James vernacular, bring forth is also used to describe giving birth. Luke 2, Mary "brought forth her firstborn son . . ." Y'hshuah pre-existed his earthly birth. He took on an "earthly" form. Even non-tribal folk speak frequently when discussing spiritual matters, of "earthly bodies."

When Native Americans use the term "Mother Earth," it's far from a new age concept, at all. It is acknowledging that the Creator of the Universe is our Heavenly Father and He placed his spark of life into the dust of the earth to create us, thus creation, in a sense, was "conceived" through Mother Earth. The concept of mother earth is continual in production and reproduction, in that within a seed contains the spark of life, but until that seed is placed in the earth, nothing happens. The earth in and of itself does not produce, but once a seed is received into fertile soil, Mother Earth nourishes, supports, and sustains life. Even the reproductive terms used to describe women are referenced in regard to the earth. There is barren land and there is fertile soil.

Just as our earthly fathers expect us to honor our mothers, as good children who honor our Heavenly Father, we are called to care for our mother, our mother earth. Which brings the issue of Standing Rock, fracking, and pasture lands to the forefront. Humanity was not given dominion over the earth or air, land nor water; but rather the animals of the land, birds of the air, and fish of the sea. We are called to take care of and protect the natural resources our Heavenly Father has created. They are for the benefit of all creation, not the greed of man.

Genesis 2:7, 9, 19 all indicate the Native American understanding of creation definitely includes mother earth.

And YHWH Elohim formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul. Genesis 2:7

And out of the ground made YHWH Elohim to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight, and good for food . . . Genesis 2:9a

And out of the ground YHWH Elohim formed every beast of the field, and every fowl of the air . . . Genesis 2:19a K D Elizabethhttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-21549678026071491172016-09-26T08:39:00.000-07:002016-09-26T08:39:37.466-07:00Spiritual Manifest in the NaturalRealizing many are planning for someone else to get the ball rolling, I'm going to take this time to encourage everyone to "bloom where you are planted!" We've got to get serious about actually implementing everything we are talking about. I listen to so many people who are very knowledgeable about Scripture, natural health, and simple living. We should be utilizing the social media to continue to share information,while we can, but I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, YaH is not going to put us all in the same place.

I'll use the Land of Goshen, for example. I know basic gardening, animal husbandry, and sustainable living. I know considerably more about natural health, herbs, and oils, because I've been living that way much longer. I hear from people regularly, who know or claim to know as much about the same subjects, so it would only make sense to encourage each other and establish these places in many locations. Regardless of our "druthers" I speak with many people who cut me off mid sentence and have the same knowledge I have, which is fantastic! We aren't just parroting, but actually possess the same knowledge, which can separately be shared to twice as many. There is no need to have all of us in one place. As the end of days unfold, we need to be in many places for YaH to use us.

The Land of Goshen is about to expand, officially, with a learning center called "Bethesda Renaissance Villa." Guests will come for a four day, three night visit to learn practical application of Scriptural truth in this culture, basic sustainability, natural health, and various ways to lessen dependency on the system. Obviously, all of that cannot be taught in four days, but it is my belief that those who are interested will already have a working knowledge of some of these topics, or they will return for another "4 day week-end" teaching. We'll keep the costs as low as possible to make return visits affordable. The students will then take their knowledge back home with them and work toward establishing what they have learned and / or experienced.

One of the most difficult issues we will cover, is the words of Messiah, as to who our enemy will truly be. He never said it would be an invading country or violent religion, He said it would be of our own home and we wouldn't be received in our own country. That is not an easy truth to accept or reality in which to live. As we do attempt to "community up" each of us will have our own "special circumstance" that we'll have to deal with. Simply expecting others to see our circumstances as unique will not suffice in these last days.

My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge: because thou hast rejected knowledge, I will also reject thee, that thou shalt be no priest to me: seeing thou hast forgotten the Torah of thy Elohim, I will also forget thy children. Hosea 4:6

K D Elizabethhttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-13280872924351658582016-09-11T13:15:00.001-07:002016-09-11T13:15:45.607-07:00Six FiguresI read and hear the reference to "six figure salary" regularly, these days. Like everything else in our society, once something becomes common place, it's really not so special, after all. I still remember the time when six figures was considered, "more than comfortable!" Now, I get those offers in my email and hear a number of people talk about making a six figure salary. I've never, personally, earned a six figure income, but . . . I've been married to a couple of men who earned a very nice living and our joint income was "comfortable." That, however; is now ancient history and when those men were earning "comfortable" incomes, six figure offers were the exception and far from the norm.

Now that so many are "worth" six figures, that will only cause expenses to increase. The cost of services are outrageous and the price of groceries is constantly on the increase, regardless of the cost of fuel or size of harvest. I'm taking a different approach and embracing a different kind of challenge. I've managed six figures on occasion, and I came to realize, the more figures to manage, the more life costs, so . . . I began my trek, heading the other direction on the economic continuum. It seems there is always a great deal of expense and debt involved when dealing with a six figure income, and I can only imagine it's worse now that everyone is worth six figures!

I still budget and manage an annual six figures, even seven; but there is a decimal point involved. In listening to so many people speak of their dream home, or downsizing, or homesteading, or whatever . . . I just cringe at the idea that folks really aren't taking the warning or advice to get out of debt! Some are thinking they still have 10-20 years to get out of debt and hopefully they do. While others seem to actually believe more free stuff from Washington will help the economy. More free stuff from Washington is wrong on such a fundamental level, I can't even offer an opinion with any dignity, at all.

Frequently, I hear people say, "money is a necessary evil," and for now that may be true, but; Scripture tells of a day there will be no buying and selling without eternal consequence, so while I'm still using money for the time being, I have spent the last 20 years of my life, trying to reduce the dependency and necessity of it in my life. I have a business and I have bills, but the day may come that my products are used in trading, and I learn to live without a few luxuries I now enjoy. Please, believe me, I am not anti-money, but I am taking a stronger stand against debt. Statistics indicate, most folks are truly living paycheck to paycheck, so that means any disruption of income could lead very quickly, to serious losses of true necessities like food and shelter.

As a boomer, I have to admit that I haven't acquired and amassed as much as many in my generation. I also admit, I really don't care. My goal has been to become independent of the system without amassing debt, so I've worked at this rather "slow and steady." Slow and steady is not my nature, but in this society, "instant" usually involves debt. In the Aesop Fable of "the Tortoise and the Hare," I'm not naturally a tortoise type individual. That has taken my Heavenly Father to instill patience to acquire what He has ordained. He has caused me to be content with what I have and to spend my extra money and energy on expanding this ministry and conducting business in the exact opposite manner as corporations and mega-church. I'm here to say, it works and works quite well. I am not independently wealthy, but in nearly 22 years of ministry, I have never asked for a donation. YaH has provided in His timing.

As a matter of fact, this lifestyle works so well, I don't need an accountant, a body guard, or spokesperson. My income is adequate, and my expenses are actually less than they were thirty years ago . . . My expenses seem to be decreasing as the years continue. So, I am able to keep my product prices low, and give away for those in need, as well as make my books available through internet borrowing sites, and the extra at the end of the month is going toward the next project Adonai has for me. It may be slow going, but by that same token, unexpected gifts have come in at very special times, still maintaining the spending within six figures . . . including a decimal point.

But my G-d shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Messiah Y'hshuwah. Philippians 4:19 K D Elizabethhttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-85080718343801749092016-05-08T17:31:00.000-07:002016-05-08T17:31:55.389-07:00Loss of Compassion or Discernment?It is with a heavy heart, I've been doing some serious soul searching. There is a realization about myself and this place that I wasn't ready to accept, much less embrace. In listening to the various opinions in America, from political to religious to morality to the label of terrorist and hate speech, there are a whole lot of folks who'd best not come knocking on my door when this mess collapses. I'm usually a fairly patient person, and try not to be too judgmental or at least give folks space to "come around," but there isn't time for that anymore. If you've had more than two conversations with me, you know where I stand on the following issues, but I will post my perspective publicly here, so there is no misunderstanding. I'd hate for someone to waste their time and effort trying to make it here when they would only be refused or sent away . . .

Since this is an election year, let's start with politics. Extremists abound on both sides and I don't want to listen to or feed either side. Most of the Bernie fans I've heard, have mouths and attitudes like Trump and most of the Trump fans seem as entrepreneurial as Bernie. Hillary fans are just plain sad . . . and as for Ted Cruz, he's a religious guy that openly believes Monsanto has upgraded creation. No double speak there . . . So, if you truly believe any of these people are going to fix America, when they fail and they will, please know those of us who are being called names now, won't be rolling out the red carpet.

On to religious differences. In all fairness, this place was established by a direct call from our Heavenly Father to be based on the Bible. PERIOD, it's simply not up for debate, so if you are New Testament only, or pantheist, or hedonist, you won't like it here. Believe me, I've stood my ground to some very disturbing name calling and I'm still here. I'm related to people who will not be taking refuge here, so please understand I have absolutely no motivation to compromise my spiritual beliefs or make concession.

As for morality, I've been forgiven much by our Creator, so your past is irrelevant as long as it is in the past. Parents with grown disrespectful unrepentant kids, this will not be a shelter for them. This place is here to help folks who actually want to live according to Scripture through the end days. I will not debate morality because I didn't write the rules to begin with, therefore they won't be changing. I'm stuck with a few rules myself, that I'd like to change, but I'm not about to give up the blessings and anointing, so I aim for obedience. Times will be difficult enough, we surely do not want chastening to be necessary!

As for the label of terrorist and hate speech, I've already been introduced to that . . . Nothing says "tolerance" like someone screaming obscenities. Truth will be labeled hate speech. I believe the Bible is true, so if you don't like what the Bible has to say, you won't like the atmosphere, here. Save yourself the aggravation . . .

In sorting through this, I was truly afraid I'd lost compassion, but I was wrong. The Word of YHWH is the only Truth and anyone or anything that comes against it cannot be here. Adonai has allowed me discernment, that I would use my resources and energy wisely in showing compassion to those He will be bringing. Discernment is not a loss of compassion, at all; it's the clarity to see where the compassion should be directed.

 But strong meat belongeth to them that are of full age, even those who by reason of use have their senses exercised to discern both good and evil. Hebrews 5:14
K D Elizabethhttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-7382059728663037562016-03-13T11:07:00.000-07:002016-03-13T11:07:33.594-07:00Waxing SentimentalAs far as the internet goes, I've been relatively quiet. There is a lot going on around the world, and right here on the home place, and I've had a great deal to think about. It's certainly not all bad, not at all, but I just felt the need for some quiet contemplation, or even more basic, like I'm simply out of words. The world wide web doesn't need my immediate reaction to anything and everything. You know how "they" say, whoever "they" are that women speak nearly 3 times as much as men do, and the scientific research says it's because of Foxp2 protein in females. Perhaps my level is lacking. For the past two months, I've been speaking every week and the phone calls have increased, therefore it seems I'm simply out of words when I sit down to type.

Finally, the words are here to share an experience that both saddens and gladdens my heart. I recently purchased a beautiful goat. She was truly stunning! . . . As goats go. I knew she was bred and her freshening looked to be soon, when shortly after I'd gotten her, she simply wouldn't or couldn't get up. She was head up, eating, drinking, chewing a cud but just couldn't get her back legs to hold her. I conferred with experts who said they'd seen it in cattle, and it was likely due to a pinched nerve from the pregnancy. As long as she was eating and drinking, they felt, she'd probably come out of it and be fine when she kidded. One man even told me, he'd had a cow down for nine days before she calved, and everything turned out fine. That's not what happened . . .

Although "Princess" was head up and eating at evening chore time, the next morning, she was still head up, but I could hear the beginning of the death rattle. As the day moved forward, I could see her failing, but she didn't seem to be in any pain. Once I realized her death was approaching quickly, I thought of the kids. I could see them moving in her. I called a friend who worked on a big Oklahoma ranch and whose son is the manager of said ranch. I told him I was losing the goat, but wanted to try to save the kids. He said he and his wife would be right there. As the sun was setting, Princess's breathing became very shallow and slack. We prayed and he said we'd have one minute to make an incision after she breathed her last, and one minute to get the kids out before they drown in the amniotic fluid, and . . . he couldn't promise we'd be successful. Of course, I was aware that, I just had to do all I could do . . . if the results were unsuccessful, I at least knew I'd done all I could.

Without graphic details, the time came, and we discovered she was pregnant with triplets. As fast and furiously as we worked, their little lungs were already filling up. One of the kids never did make a sound or draw a breath, but two of them did! We dried them, we patted them, and I literally slung them over my forearm, head down, so the fluid would drain. My friends and I were a mess. My coat and shirt were soaked in amniotic fluid, but those two little kids were breathing! We brought them in the house and laid them on more fresh rags, with fluid still draining. We had them as dry as we could get them, they were warm, and I was thawing colostrum. My friends left, saying they'd check on us all later, and I set up the "tub" which has practically become a fixture of furniture, it seems. Wanting to keep the kids dry and clean, I decided I needed to get cleaned up before handling them, so I got them snuggled in and headed to the shower.

My faith was a bit wavering that evening, but they drank a couple of ounces. I just wasn't sure what I'd awaken to, so I slept on the living room couch where I could hear them. Sure enough, they let me know in the middle of the night, two ounces wouldn't hold them til morning. The two little kids did survive and thrive, but I had no plans of keep them. Their papa was not the breed I want to raise, so I was faced with the hard cold reality of homesteading. If I wasn't going to keep them, I needed to find them a home while they were still bottle babies. If I kept them until they were weaned, they just might end up as someone's dinner . . .

The morning of the sale I gave them their bottles, they are munching a bit of hay now, and loaded them up to be sold as bottle kids. They won't bring the price of weaned kids, and that's just fine. I was the only mama they ever knew and it was hard loading them, but this was the right time for them to become someone else's babies.

K D Elizabethhttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-11136736092338817092016-02-14T14:25:00.002-08:002016-02-14T14:25:32.453-08:00Moving ForwardIn moving forward, the realization has come, with doors opening, others are closing. In all my excitement of preparing and projects of advancement, I have overlooked a bit of "clean up" that is needed. I simply cannot drag any of my past mistakes and misgivings into the future plans. So, in this time of preparation, there has also been a cleansing . . . That may seem like it should be a given, and no need of mention, but when it's spiritual and emotional cleaning that is needed, it's not always so obvious. I had a few "cobwebs" that were seriously overshadowing and impeding the view, but like literal cobwebs, they gather so slowly, they aren't noticed until you run into them, or someone visits . . . Then there was the baggage . . .

I also have another trait that I'm not so proud of, when it comes to new projects and expansion. The general maintenance isn't as thorough and often amounts to little more than hitting the high spots, which makes it all the easier for the "cobwebs" to gather dust, unnoticed. Fortunately, with a daughter who likes to expose all my past regrets and closet skeletons, a surprise skeleton falling out is likely not an issue. What has required my attention is my own acceptance of some areas of my less than embraceable reality. It was almost as if the glare of reality was softened by the cobwebs. But no more, it's time for complete acceptance and letting go, to move forward, and I'm truly excited about it!

In less than a month, I'll observe a milestone in my earthly adventure. Two actually, back to back, and I have prayed and feel very inspired to spend my energy and emotions quite wisely in the days ahead. The cobwebs are being cleared, my mental and spiritual "house" is getting a long overdue sprucing, but more importantly, a fence is now up. Actually it's a hedge, a hedge of protection. There is a gate, but the fence will not be moved, unless ordered from On High. There will be order here in the Land of Goshen and some things are simply non-negotiable. YaH willing, I am planning a good year . . . I believe a great deal of the way "it goes" will depend upon my attitude. I have no control over a number of things that occur and certainly no control over the behavior of others, but I do have control over my reaction. Even more basic than that, though, I expect this next year to be more a time of taking action and less reaction.

Big plans are being shown to me and unfolding around here. I am open to suggestions, but will not be inviting compromise or chaos. I am not a perfect hostess, nor am I a lonely extrovert, so if someone doesn't like the accommodations and arrangements, I understand. That is completely acceptable to me. I do my best to be gracious, but the bottom line is, I want to please YHWH and the opinion of humanity comes after that. The problem of the divided house has been pretty much resolved in an unusual way, and I intend to maintain my effort without further dispute.

Some of the baggage was a bit tougher to toss, but it's exciting to begin this expansion, clean. Four years ago, I heard "enlarge the tent" and began the process of adding two additions. The additions weren't for the reason I was hoping at the time, but that's all right. I didn't have too many cobwebs of memories to clean up on that one, so it didn't take long. The field is now prepared, the house is complete, now it's time to gather those who are called to work together to share and help those who are seeking.
I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of YHWH in Messiah Y'hshuwah. Philippians 3:14

K D Elizabethhttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-34832927168185723352016-01-24T15:13:00.002-08:002016-01-24T15:13:23.740-08:00The Bigger PictureAs I've shared the latest revelation with a few close folk, there has been a consistent comment from them all. "It's all going into place so quickly!" Honestly, it hasn't felt that way, AT ALL! I remember crying to YHWH even before I began homesteading . . . "When? I'm ready!" Well, over 10 years later, I can look back and say, "Not only was I not ready, I was clueless!"

So often we think we know what the plan is, when the reality is; it's so much bigger than we know. Ten years ago, I was certainly not ready for the things that are coming into view, now. I wasn't ready three years ago, but . . . Abba has readied me. I'm going to keep this short about Goshen, because it's so much bigger than just here. Many are feeling an urgency to be in place, to be ready. We know we must have our lamps filled with oil. Many of us sense the time of preparation is coming to a close and we just aren't sure we are where we're supposed to be.

I truly thought when I heard land with a well, when I got there, I was ready . . . I was so wrong! The first tiny homestead was just a training camp. Now that I see the next step on the horizon, I would have never envisioned this or been able to wrap my mind around it, when this place was still remote wilderness.

So many times we think we have to see more of the plan to step out in faith. I'm learning stepping out in faith is not nearly so overwhelming as seeing the bigger picture! I honestly could not have understood or envisioned what I'm now watching unfold! So thankful now, that when I thought I was "ready," Abba continued to keep me tucked under the shelter of His wing, until He had readied me!

By faith Abraham, when he was called to go out into a place which he should after receive for an inheritance, obeyed; and he went out, not knowing whither he went. Hebrews 11:8K D Elizabethhttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-80238199401032795892016-01-01T11:19:00.003-08:002016-01-01T11:19:38.448-08:00Even Animal Discussions are ExtremeI didn't get to fully read both sides of the argument, as one side simply posted they had received an email advising this person against "humanizing" pets. Without knowing the details of the email, I will say the response seemed beyond extreme, but then it occurred to me, it's just part of the extreme polarization going on in this country. We don't just disagree, we are vehemently polarized.

In reading the extensive response the writer posted, I didn't have the impression the person who was against humanizing pets was promoting mistreatment of animals, or promoting Michael Vick, but rather was simply expressing their view against folks treating animals like they are human. The response was vitriolic in nature, and quite accusatory, which could be why the author does take solace in treating their pet as if it were human. The author went so far as to call the person cruel and even quoted Scripture that seemed entirely inappropriate for the topic at hand. Again, I didn't see the original email that "prompted" this public berating, but in the lengthy written lecture, there was no reference to any justification of cruelty.

As an animal lover, who admittedly refers to my critters as my social life, I found the letter of correction to be reflective of what's wrong with so much of our society. First, without any reference to actual justification this written response was in a tone, I wouldn't use on a dog, much less a human. Many folks refer to their dogs as their fur babies and it would seem that the status of dog has been elevated beyond "man's best friend." I've noticed the folks who are the most extreme in their insistence to humanize their dog, usually have no children . . . while others have debilitating health issues or live alone, greatly valuing the companionship of their four legged friend.

Rex Harrison, as Dr. Doolittle, has crossed my mind many times as I've thought about this. He and I share a birthday, by the way . . . I enjoy animals the way our Creator made them. I love all the various critters here in the Land of Goshen, but I don't want to humanize any of them. There's no need. Goats and guineas do not need to act like each other, or like sheep or like me for that matter. The dogs are all very unique in their personalities and that's as it should be. They all communicate very clearly and I understand their language. It's the same with the goats, chickens, guineas, and donkey. My cat, Snowflake, is relatively new, so she and I are still getting acquainted, but truth be told, I hope she maintains her cat qualities since I don't like mice.

I've also noticed most folks who do humanize their pets, seem to talk a lot about how many problems their pets have, especially with anxiety issues. As I read the published lambasting this individual posted, I thought of all the comments they've made about the problems their "humanized dog" suffers. This is by far not the only example of humanized dogs having issues. By all means we should care for our animals and special pets are just that, special. I believe when we have a pet, even livestock that is faithful, loving and loyal, we owe it to them, to treat them as they were created to be.

Being human seems to be difficult enough for human beings. Could it be, "humanizing" a dog actually creates stress for the dog that these precious creatures would not ordinarily have? Maybe humanizing a pet is cruel . . .

A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast . . . a Proverb of Holy Scripture

K D Elizabethhttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-36299363985898438802015-12-14T11:32:00.002-08:002015-12-14T11:32:23.096-08:00Philippians 4:13When the phone call came Sunday evening, that it was time for me to keep my word and officiate Aunt Nina's service, I found myself wondering how I would be able to do that without tears, as that was also specified in her wishes . . . I knew I couldn't do it, of my own strength. As the plans for the week unfolded, more details emerged and truth be told, I just simply knew I couldn't meet all of her wishes . . . Not that she was such a demanding woman, not at all; but she wanted laughter in her service, no crying. That was a tall order for this squaw. To be honest, I found myself weeping frequently that Monday, but at the same time I would speak Scripture aloud over my thoughts and into my spirit.

Tuesday, as I was preparing to head up the road, the phone began to ring. My cousin's wife said, "NO pressure, but there will be a family viewing at 2 this afternoon." I was a little over 3 hours away and it wasn't quite 11 . . . No pressure . . . As I was finishing my packing, the phone rang again. This time it was the funeral director and he had not received my email with the link containing a song for the service. I'd already packed my laptop and wifi, so . . . I asked him to give me 10 or 15 minutes and I'd resend it. He was thinking clearly and said, "I know you have a lot on your mind. I'll send you an email, just send the link in a reply." That truly did make it simpler, but I still had to unpack it and fire it all back up. Twenty minutes later, we were on the phone confirming that he'd received it and I was back to packing. If my cousin's wife had not called, I might have missed the funeral director's call.

A dear brother had given me the best route to the nearest large town, which is where the funeral home was, so that was really going to work out well, except I managed to get lost right on the edge of that town, so, I circled twice, headed north and then realized my destination was in my rear view mirror. With that realization, also came to mind the very clear fact, I had no phone numbers with me, at least not written. I don't carry a cell phone, so as I turned around, once again, I prayed. Miraculously, I ended up on the road I needed, but I had no idea of that fact until I stopped at a convenience store. As Abba saw fit, it was quitting time and several men were in line, so I simply stood in the middle of the store and asked if anyone could direct me to the funeral home. Far beyond a coincidence, I was less than 2 miles from the funeral home. I'd lost a lot of time, but I was on the last stretch of the journey.

My cousin and his wife had been waiting and I apologized as we hugged, then the test of all tests. I managed to recite both of their phone numbers from memory . . . We headed home, with plans that the entire tribe would gather later that evening to share memories and give me ideas for the service. Friends and relatives began arriving around 6:30 and as we spoke and shared, we all knew we had barely scratched the surface of memories of that sweet woman, when her daughter and son-in-law both piped up. "We need to head home and I think you've got enough. She said keep it short and sweet." All these great anecdotes and memories and it was time to consolidate 2 hours of their memories plus what I'd already jotted down, into 20 minutes to include the songs and keep it at half an hour. Again, NO pressure, and again, Philippians 4:13.

 That night didn't quite go as planned. At 1 am I found myself just getting into the guest room, trying to get settled, but unable to get comfortable. I'm not used to sleeping on a bed and after a couple of hours of tossing and turning, found my way to the couch. By this time, I knew I needed to "sleep fast." I just melted into the couch and slept until about 6 am. With a cup of coffee and some index cards, I planned the service, then wrote the order down for the funeral director, took a deep breath, and again spoke Philippians 4:13.

Making sure of the details with the funeral director went smoothly, but when stepping out of his office into the chapel, my confidence was shaken just a bit. There appeared to be an ocean of strong masculine men, of course there were women, too, but all those strong men were looking a bit misty eyed. Then I moved on toward the family section. A group of stoic tribal folk, all clearly with tears in their eyes . . . This time my prayer was silent, but again, I repeated to myself, Philippians 4:13.

My prayer was answered. Some of the memories I relayed actually brought some laughter, the service length was precisely thirty minutes, short and sweet. The words at the graveside were brief, and although my voice cracked once at the end, when I mentioned how much I'd miss hearing her say, "I love you," there were no tears until the family dinner and gathering had ended. All of her wishes were honored and our Heavenly Father gave me the strength to do one of the most difficult things I've ever been asked to do.

 I can do all things through Messiah which strengtheneth me. Philippians 4:13 K D Elizabethhttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-70797558688184721382015-11-30T16:06:00.000-08:002016-12-05T16:34:37.379-08:00The Departure of a MatriarchI've been amazed and oddly intrigued in the happenings of this past week. By intrigued, I mean drawn into astute observation as the circumstances have unfolded. I'd noticed some years ago that Americans are either too programmed or too afraid to die with dignity. It seems most folks just cannot accept numbered days and would prefer to die in a hospital bed with monitors beeping, needles in their veins and tubes in every orifice. On the other hand, I've also noticed, once a person seeks medical care for a single concern, it can snowball, to the point their original wishes are lost in hospital protocol and medical advice . . . resulting in monitors, needles, and tubes . . . anyway! It seems nobody gets to die like Jacob did in Genesis, with his loved ones gathered round, listening to his final words.

Seeing so much of this and hearing about so many procedures, I chose to write my wishes, have the paper notarized, and carry it on me at all times. I've also made the decision to not seek medical care for anything, and since making that decision, our Heavenly Father has protected me from "what's going around," healed my broken bones, and kept me running this homestead in-spite of the MS diagnosis. I truly believe in making that firm, uncompromising decision, Adonai has blessed me beyond measure. As I've said, I've even had broken bones that have mended without any medical care whatsoever. The breaks were obvious, so there is no doubt of His healing power. Now, I say all this, leading up to my real point.

Several years ago in talking, my Sweet Aunt Nina told me she'd like me to officiate her funeral service. She said she wanted it to be a celebration of her life, etc. yata, yata. Of course, I agreed, as she is a very upbeat encourager, and . . . there was nothing imminent in her request. She was not yet 75 and in relatively good health. She's had a few health issues in the past couple of years, but her voice on the phone was always upbeat, she always had something to share about her family, always had a joke or anecdote, and always we ended the conversation telling each other "I love you." She's maintained a very special separation of information in her support system, so although she divulged some health information to each of us, we thought we were informed, but nobody had the full picture, until this past week-end.

She and I are enough alike and we've spoken enough times about it, we both knew we wanted to die with tribal dignity. Either walk out into the timber and not come back, as our ancestors did, or home in bed with the family respecting our wishes. She had pretty much held her kids to secrecy and kept her phone calls upbeat and now that I look back, the phone conversations maintained their frequency but had become shorter. She spoke weekly with her brother, my Daddy, who this past weekend noticed something amiss, so he went to see her the next day.

It was just one week ago today, everyone became aware of the true state of her health and she formally announced her end of life wishes. He called me, telling me to get in touch with her, as she told him I was to do her funeral . . . This was apparently news to everyone except me. There had been no reason for me to say anything earlier. She still had company so she didn't want me to call that evening. She called me Tuesday morning shortly after 7 to go over the details. We spoke of the practical plans and her spiritual beliefs. She told me she was not afraid to die, then proceeded to tell me about her granddaughter's wedding, and of course a joke. We ended the conversation with the usual, "I love you" and that was that.

By Thursday evening she was in the hospital and it was not going as she had wanted. I prayed. The next day, the doctor discussed her options and said he would honor her wishes. She said, she just wanted to breathe easier and go home. Sabbath morning, she was fully mindful of everything and everyone, agreed only to medication to keep her comfortable, removed her oxygen mask and asked everyone present to gather round her bed and sing a hymn. They were told she probably would not last the day. When my cousin's wife relayed this to me, I knew my cousins were doing everything they could to allow Aunt Nina to die with the dignity of Jacob. I've continued to pray through this, and I've tried very hard for the prayers to not be selfish. There were just two things still undone, and knowing Aunt Nina, she wasn't leaving this sod until they were done.

Her son in law left the hospital to go get the tribal blanket she'd chosen for the top of her casket, and she knew that, but she was still hanging on. As a matter of fact, my cousin said she was talking and reminiscing in the night, clearly and quite understandably. Sunday morning, her final wish was granted to go home. She's going to be allowed the dignity of dying at home, with her loved ones surrounding her. I'm truly going to miss my Sweet Aunt Nina.

I have waited for thy salvation, O YHWH . . . And he charged them, and said unto them, I am to be gathered unto my people . . . And when Jacob had made an end of commanding his sons, he gathered up his feet into the bed, and yielded up the ghost, and was gathered unto his people. words of Jacob in Genesis 49:18, 29a, 33

She did get home and in less than 30 minutes, she saw that she was home, surrounded by her loved ones, and she passed . . .K D Elizabethhttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-34032647772867536822015-11-16T07:47:00.000-08:002015-11-16T07:47:17.434-08:00Getting GlitchyI was going to post this in "updates" but upon further consideration, this seems to be the better choice. There is a day coming that will mark the end of the world as we know it, but most of us will not realize it until we are already into the new world order. I'm not talking about the mark of the beast or the apocalypse, but smaller things that will just slip away and be gone before we realize it. I truly do not believe the new world order will be sudden, or have a countdown announced. Although I do believe the prophesied ugliness will become obvious, I believe the one world order will come into place, one glitch at a time.

About a month ago, I started noticing my phone was working differently, as was my internet connection. I'm not going conspiranoid here, just making an observation, because this subject has already been addressed my many in regard to the electricity grid. Back to the past month. It was a Monday afternoon that I saw the light on the phone blinking indicating voice mail. I'd been outdoors so I naturally thought I'd not heard the phone ring. I hadn't heard the phone ring, because the phone hadn't rung that afternoon. The voicemail was from the previous Friday. I was home all day Friday and Sabbath and the blinking light for voice mail had not appeared. Sunday, I was in and out, but still no blinking light on the phone. After listening to Friday's message Monday afternoon, it occurred to me there had been no calls all weekend. Folks that know me, know I'm a seventh day Sabbath keeper, so a weekend with no calls is not unheard of, but then it happened again a couple of weeks later in the middle of the week.

The second time it happened, again I didn't realize until the calls began coming in again. More than one person told me they had tried to call and didn't even get my voicemail. Also through these weeks, my computer seems to be in constant update mode and running like a three legged dog. My wifi has also not connected, yet it's set to automatically connect when I turn on the computer. Through that same time, I've left voicemail messages for my daughter, and she said she never heard her phone ring or saw a missed message. Then other times, she picks right up . . .

When her phone didn't ring and no missed call or messages showed up, she said she was due for an upgrade . . . I noticed my computer began to bog down when I refused an upgrade and the new Windows operating system. I'm using a very old wifi connection and my phone is verizon landline, so the signal comes from the tower but my phone can't leave the place. Now, here's where I'm actually going with this "glitch theory." No, I do not think Verizon or AT&T or Microsoft are trying to disconnect me, but I do wonder if Microsoft doesn't have "total control" in their mission statement. My point is, if a communication signal was actually lost or as folks have posted about EMPs shutting down the grid . . . How many of us would just think it's our own personal glitch?

I'm in the middle of basically nowhere, so when there are glitches, I presume it's just a local glitch. When offices have computer issues, everyone is sure it's just a software problem . . . When phone messages don't go through, we can't talk to anyone else to see if it's wider scale . . . I'm relatively sure the day is coming when communication will come at a greater cost than I'm willing to pay, as in a spiritual cost. I'm guessing before we hear that blast of the shofar of Messiah's return, my method of communication may be down to smoke signals . . . providing the EPA hasn't outlawed that!

It is possible to see we could actually experience some sort of a significant problem, lose the ability to receive the information; and just think it's a little glitch in our system or need an upgrade, when the reality would be much larger scale.

If any man have an ear, let him hear. Revelation 13:9 K D Elizabethhttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-56628356227159838142015-11-08T14:05:00.000-08:002015-11-08T14:05:17.919-08:00Found MoneyThis past week, I found myself in an unusual situation, that brought a great deal of introspection. I stopped to make a real quick purchase at the Dollar General in the neighboring town, when I decided using the restroom might be a good idea before heading home. You may think it sounds trivial, but any time I am in town, I'm at least 20 minutes from home, often more, with more than a few miles of nothing but rocks and bumps on dirt roads. So, I parked my shopping cart and headed to the back. An employee was cleaning the unisex bathroom, so I waited while she finished sweeping and tying up the trash bag before gaining access. As I walked in, I saw a folded up bill on the floor. Although the numbers weren't apparent, with the new "monopoly" colorization in our currency, it appeared to be a twenty. I took a photo, then leaned over to pick it up, and to my utter shock, found more money under it!

The single bill was indeed a $20.00, and what had been under it on the floor were four more twenties folded neatly together. Immediately, the thought occurred to me, it must have fallen out of the employee's pocket, that had just cleaned the restroom. Meanwhile in all this excitement, the original reason I was there came to mind, so I tended to business, washed my hands, recounted the money in disbelief, grabbed my purse, and headed out the door to find the employee. Surely the money hadn't just been laying on the floor while they cleaned. She was still in the back room, so I asked her if she'd lost any money. She checked her pockets, pulled out a couple of dollars and said, "No." With her cash being accounted for, she said a delivery man had used the restroom right before she had swept, so perhaps it was his. He was still unloading, so we asked. He said he always ran on a debit card, so it wasn't his. He then asked me how much I'd found. I was a bit hesitant, and simply said . . . more than $20.00.

The employee then directed me to two more employees, who both stated they had not lost any money. So, what's a girl to do? I went out to the "buggy" and as we pulled out of the parking lot, I informed Mr. B that he wouldn't believe what had just happened. With that, I began telling the story. He couldn't imagine that the employee had overlooked it on the floor, while sweeping. I shrugged and said, perhaps I should have left my card, but then several thoughts collided in my head. The amount of money indicated someone would clearly be missing it. I could have left it, to see if anyone claimed it. I could turn it into the police. To be honest, I also gave a moment's consideration that a drug deal could have gone down . . . and it wouldn't be claimed. I could definitely call back later to see if anyone had returned looking. I figured if the money was not claimed within 48 hours, then clearly someone in need of $100.00 would be crossing my path.

My mind was in quite a whirl there for a moment. I've just never found $100.00 lying on the floor! Once the course of action for the rest of the day, was determined; I gave a bit of consideration as to how I might have handled that back before following Messiah. I'm relatively sure I'd have done the same thing in the store, as I was "relatively" honest before being born again. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have even considered the notion that I'd give away $100.00. I'm also unsure as to whether I would have made a follow up phone call that evening. I then gave thought to the employees who checked their pockets to make sure they hadn't lost just a couple of dollars. Would I have even attempted to find the owner of a couple of dollars or even $5.00? So many questions, and the answer boiled down, not to money, but to the value of honesty.

That evening after chores I called the store. I was told someone had come in a few hours later, asking if anyone had found any money. They left their name and number, and the amount that had been lost. Sure enough, five $20s. I told the employee who answered, it was too late for me to return before closing time that evening, but I'd bring it in the following day.

One Scripture continues to come to mind since that day.
If therefore ye have not been faithful in the unrighteous mammon, who will commit to your trust the true riches? Luke 16:11

K D Elizabethhttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-3373111832938258282015-10-25T13:35:00.001-07:002015-10-25T13:35:29.367-07:00TrustA word to the wise is sufficient . . . or should be. I know several of us are using social media to network and possibly work together as society collapses, but there are also those who are simply scoping out a place to go, when life falls in for them; where they are. Some folks have been called to set places of refuge up, ahead of the need. Some folks are called to be a witness, for a time, in mainstream.

What I want to address today is the possibility that so far, I haven't seen discussed. For those who are continuing to work in a government position, say locally or even state; when the state says, We're broke" You'll either work here and "be kept" or you have no job." What happens? What will you do? Same with health care and public education? The reality is, eventually, the collapse will cause a collective power to rise, but what about everyone who was hanging on, hoping or just biding their time? What will happen when we find ourselves looking for like minded folks?

I was speaking with a friend about this the other day, and at first he thought we were on the same page. When the collapse hits, he has an idea of where to go. My response was, if you wait until the collapse, will the individual at your presumed destination, trust your motives? We forget how small the percentage was, of Germans who were actually loyal Nazis, yet the entire country was ruled by the few. Neighbors couldn't trust each other . . . The bottom line is, when it all hits the fan and the collapse is imminent or already happened, we don't know who we'll count to be trustworthy! As mentioned previously, through these years, I've met a few folks who I knew were just scoping or casing a place to land, and of course they've been ruled out, here . . . whether or not they realize it.

What I'm addressing now, though, is different. We've never truly faced what is prophesied, in that all of general society will be broken down and in survival mode. Tribulation, such as the world has never known is anarchy on steroids. Every move will be driven by survival and every human interaction will carry the potential to kill or be killed. Trust in humanity could prove disastrous at any given moment. Discernment will be called paranoia. Those sounding the warning are already called conspiracy theorists. Noah just kept working, believing what YHWH had said. Messiah said, the end of days would be as in the days of Noah.

For those who live in a houseful of people, yet observed Holy Days alone, that may be where we find ourselves as society unravels . . . I was hoping to host a community here, but I already have a divided house, I certainly won't be inviting more of the same! We already know the outcome of a divided house. Torah obedience and belief in Messiah will be mandatory for everyone in the "remnant communities" that will be gathering. Our Heavenly Father doesn't have grandkids and in-laws. Everyone over 20 will have to stand on their own, in relationship with Messiah and covenant with YHWH. As a mother and grandma, myself, I can tell you, I've already lied to myself about a certain situation, so I understand a mother's heart in mama bear survival mode. Messiah had some pretty strong words about who family really is.

I'm feeling an urgency of withdrawal and getting my house in order. It seems much of what needs to be said, has been said. I don't know how close we are to needing our lamps filled with oil, but I know it's a priority for me, and I won't have any to sell . . .

And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him. Matthew 25:6

K D Elizabethhttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-50674754724195245702015-10-02T16:05:00.001-07:002015-10-02T16:05:41.382-07:00Parents PrepareI speak with a number of folks who are helping their adult children, regularly. Every time I walk through the grocery store, I'm in sticker shock and wonder how young families are even affording life . . . My thought here is one of practicality. For those of us that are "seeing" the collapse coming, not if but when, we really should be putting in a few safety nets. For those who believe it's business as usual until the collapse, I would disagree. Some say, when it hits, Abba will provide. Well, to both of those schools of thought, I would say, I agree to a point, but . . .

We certainly are not supposed to drop out, hunker down, and wait for the collapse. We are to "occupy" until Messiah returns and Mark clearly stated in 13:24, that he's not coming til after the tribulation, so regardless of how much life changes we are to carry on. As for Abba providing after the collapse, of course He provides for His own. David said the righteous don't beg, but many people are already seeking assistance or are deeply dependent in their provision, now, when things are still fairly good. Many do not realize all this assistance is still begging, as our society has just taken the shame out of begging . . .

In the past several years a new trend across the nation emerged. That was one of parents helping their kids through college by means of federal student loans. Some actually sign for the loans themselves, while others help the kids obtain them through financial information and tax records. I've been sounding the warning against that for years. Student loans cause two things and both can be devastating. One, student loans are debts that do not go away and can take anywhere from 10 to 30 years to pay off. An individual shared with me some time back that she couldn't pay the loan off early. So, basically the indebted student is an indentured servant to the government. The second thing, and it's being proven, many indebted students come back home after graduation, unable to afford independence and student loan payments. There appears to be a new problem arising now, as well. That is, many students have degrees, ladened with large debt, with little to no career opportunities in the field in which they obtained their degree.

The next generation is unprepared to enter the workforce after high school, while "programmed" to incur debt seeking higher education for which there is no job . . . I'm not the only one beating this drum.  John Lawrence wrote a very insightful article on the subject. Below are a couple of paragraphs in his article.

>>>Despite the fact that Microsoft founder Bill Gates is a college dropout, Apple's founder Steve Jobs was a college dropout and Facebook's founder Mark Zuckerberg is a college dropout (all became billionaires by the way), Americans have been sold a bill of goods that a college degree is necessary for the good life.

This hasn't panned out for Serena Whitecotton, however. Since graduating last May with a grade-point average of 3.5, experience working at her school newspaper and a degree in communications from California State University at Fullerton, Whitecotton said she has applied for more than 400 journalism and public relations jobs. For her efforts, she has been granted 10 interviews that haven't led to a single job offer. She still lives at home and has been unable to find work since her internship ended in November.
America has set up a class system whereby you are a second class citizen if you don't graduate from college. Increasingly though the reality is that there is not much of a connection between a college degree and finding a good job, and American high schools are not preparing high school graduates for entering the work force directly after high school.<<<
A friend of mine, several years ago, was always "going to come down and be a part of this." It was always just one more "something," and then she'd be ready to come on board. As she was supposedly tying up loose ends, her child just had to go to a very expensive college because that's where her boyfriend was attending. Suffice it to say, there was a break-up, an illness, no college graduation, but the debt of student loans, stands.

For those who are assisting their adult children, I would encourage you to be sure to establish your own place for them to return . . . or consider networking with others in the same situation. For those who know the collapse is imminent, we can't count on the preparedness of others, we must be prepared.

Then Y'hshuwah said unto them, My time is not yet come: but your time is alway ready. John 7:6

K D Elizabethhttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-38037924161631683822015-09-14T12:43:00.000-07:002015-09-14T12:43:15.295-07:00Family, Real FamilyFor those who have not already sorted through this, we are about to discover the difference between legal, biological, and spiritual family. In these last days, it will be our spiritual family that we will count on and will need to be able to count on us. I'm truly hoping to be able to assist many people through this coming time of difficulty, but when choices must be made, it will be spiritual family first. I'm being honest about my stand before the difficulties begin. I'll also add this. I pray that those to whom we are related in the natural will see the truth.

The simple fact of the matter is, the line in the sand is widening . . . to the point of a chasm in some issues, and natural families are divided on the issues. Actually, the spiritual family is still pretty divided on a number of issues as well, but that will change. As the persecution intensifies, the common enemy will more than likely cause us to need to unite. The minor differences will pale in comparison to the all out persecution we will be facing. Sadly, Messiah stated natural families will actually become enemies toward the remnant. This is where some of us have had to seriously evaluate life.

Not all of our natural family are enemies, but biological and/or legal relationships are simply not always connected spiritually. "If you're not for us you're against us" feeds the "enemy" mentality, and sadly that is the place to which our society has arrived and defined to be "proper." In my case, if anyone is willing to choose a political candidate and seek mainstream medical advice, we are not on the "same page;" which is usually interpreted to be opposing. Some folks are confrontational about it, while with others; we simply agree to disagree and hopefully focus on other matters.

I would do anything I could for my physical family, except . . . compromise my call of service to YHWH. There are three reasons for that. One, I don't want to lose my salvation . . . Two, if I lose the blessing of the covenant, I have nothing to offer anyone, anyway . . . and Three, I already tried it once, hoping to come to an understanding. Here is the understanding to which I have now arrived. When someone comes here demanding compromise, that really means concession on my part, so NO, the answer is simply, I shall not be moved. I do not have the ability or capability to provide salvation for anyone, only to introduce them to the One Who saves. YHWH does not have friends of friends, in-laws, or grandchildren. He has children . . . We must each have our own relationship with our Creator through His Son.

As these end of days continue to unfold, obedient Bible believers will be called extremists. With a global economy on the rise and Agenda 2030 being rolled out, life is likely to become quite difficult on the remnant.

I pray for them: I pray not for the world, but for them which thou hast given me; for they are thine. . . And now I am no more in the world, but these are in the world, and I come to thee. Holy Father, keep through thine own name those whom thou hast given me, that they may be one, as we are. words of Messiah in John 17:9, 11

K D Elizabethhttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730589941851159835.post-48061623757954274652015-09-06T15:41:00.003-07:002015-09-06T15:41:42.552-07:00Farmed OutSpiritual readiness, to me, also includes a manifestation of faith in the natural. There are many theories and teachings about this, and the level of preparedness covers quite a gambit of what is preparation, what is lack of faith, and what is head in the sand, and what is just over the top and fringy. I believe spiritual preparedness is the number one priority, and by that I mean not lagging behind or getting ahead of Abba, but staying in His presence and praying without ceasing. In seeking Him, I've been led to do some practical preparation, as well. Some have called that lack of faith, some believe I haven't done enough. I like to think I've struck a balance, but then, don't we all . . .

When I heard Abba tell me, in the spring of last year to prepare practically for the purpose, I took it quite seriously. Some of the preparation seemed still a bit of trial and error, while other efforts have landed smoothly in place. I've had a bit of trouble with practicality and goats, as I pretty much like them all, but I have done some maturing in this area in the past year . . . I bought one, a beautiful Oberhasli doe with a great udder. She led beautifully, jumped up on the stanchion and kicked and stomped for nearly a month. It usually takes three days to "break" a milk goat that has never seen a stanchion. My pride wanted to win this one, but she was taking valuable time and eating organic grain, only to have milk slung around the milking parlor . . . I wasn't about to try to sell her as a milk goat, nor was I going to waste any more energy and expense. She went to the auction, ran through the ring, displaying her "high spirited self" and glory to YHWH, still brought more than I paid for her. I've broke two goats this year, and they've done beautifully, still are, as a matter of fact.

Thursday morning, I loaded another big doe that I'd also had on the stanchion and milked, but she was too aggressive with some of the rest of the herd, so she also had to go. She was beautiful!

Loading her was no simple task . . . Her horns were as wide as the pen gate and I'm still not sure what she weighed. In taking her to the auction, I decided to check out what might be for sale that evening. I purchased the biggest most amazing Oberhasli buck, after buying a couple of young does. The young does should milk train nicely next spring, and Big Leroy is docile. Considering the fact, it is breeding season, he is very well behaved. From a practical perspective, YHWH willing; all of next year's kids will be half Oberhasli, a very good dairy breed.

Having run into some friends who also "unexpectedly" bought a goat, knowing I would now be making a second trip back to bring home the buck, I offered to pick their purchase up as well. Between night highway construction, hooking up the trailer in the dark, and making it "big buck tight," it proved to be a pretty long night. I got the two young does unloaded and did the milking before heading back to the auction. Got loaded out with my big buck who was positively enamoured with my friend's doe. Hit the road heading for the OK line about 10pm with the trailer rocking all the way . . . By the time we got the doe unloaded and headed toward Goshen it was after 11. Leroy was unloaded and chores completed a little after midnight.

As I gathered some leftovers together for Mr. B's dinner and poured a glass of red wine, I contemplated the day. A brood of chicks in a tub in the guest room, one goat loaded out early that morning, a stop at my computer guy's so I can "work from home," three new goats, with a fourth delivery, milking at dusk, chores at midnight. It was official, 1:15 am Friday morning, I was officially "farmed out!"

Friday sunrise, was a new morning! There's something about, even an exhausting day on the farm. I could get up the next morning and see the evidence of all the hard work and long hours! Ready to hit the ground running on Preparation Day, I was no longer "farmed out."

It is of YHWH's mercies that we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. YHWH is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in Him. Lamentations 3:22-24

K D Elizabethhttp://email@example.com