Archive | August 2010

Exploding watermelon, God’s the breaker.. a Word picture in everyday living

From watermelon.org

Okay– this is a variation of posts I have written but as the Lord has me on a Sabbath of sorts ( sick at home ) it is from this place that this morning He showed me some insights. Our loving Abba, I find has a great sense of humor at times when speaking to His beloveds ( me, you and all who seek His embrace ).

Yesterday was a “day” it seemed the enemy of our soul wanted to vex me at every turn. I really was feeling lousy from a undetermined summer bug. My need to just be and ‘rest” was thwarted by many things having to do with the ministry, that the Lord has me leading.

For example a wire transfer to pay a “communication” bill was sent to the wrong account because the vendor gave us the wrong account number.  Our bank got it back but because I was not in the office, a voice mail was left and alas..  I did not respond. Hence the result was that many of the communication functions for the ministry were going to go down. You see the vendor did not get their funds– a firm grip on the obvious but mind you, they were offended and cut us off. YIKES!

What to do now? Pay again to resend the next day and pray for favor with the vendor who ( thank you Lord ) agreed to put us back online before the wire was resent.  Incoming darts–shields up!
So– ( this was just the smallest thing that went south  just to give you a flavor )

So I after that little skirmish went into the kitchen to get some water and what do I see but the watermelon so lovingly purchased for my granddaughter to enjoy–had blown up– literally!!!!

Having  just bought this fine specimen on Saturday at Harris Teeter, it was not old but apparently “hidden” was overripe fruit. An island of sticky goo was making it’s way across my counter tops. So with the help of my son in law who had taken me earlier to the bank to sign papers ( too dizzy to drive and help assist with other pending issues ( wire transfer failure ) the birds and squirrels and maybe even the hordes of deer ( eating my roses, hydrangea and flowers up ) had an unexpected feast.  So not all wasted from this fruit!
Later, I discover  my usually clean counter tops are covered in dishes stacking up that are not of interest to me in my summer bug state– have a coating of watermelon slime– sticky city! The counters, tea maker, sugar bowl, all dishes on the counter, and the floor. This morning as I remedied the rest of the sticky mess via vinegar based cleanser– after my early morning devotionals–some insights began to form in my mind.

I started this blog with those in mind and meanwhile spent sometime in prayer with my friend in Christ, and mentor Shirley. As we were praying — the Lord revealed more and more the significance of this blow up.

The watermelon seemed to me — a harvest of sorts “bursting ” forth with a harvest of seeds. I have been laboring in prayer over the needs the ministry of Yahweh Center Children’s Village for the children– seeds being sown in the promise of a great harvest. Deep and fervent prayers and praise for the daily needs to be met.  Even more lovely in thinking this busting is that this watermelon was bought for a child.  My grandchild– a child of covenant.

Children of the world by Olsen

The Lord has been walking me through a different level of faith one where there is a newer growing revelation of Him as the substance –the evidence of things not seen is His Word. ” Hebrews 11:1 “Now faith is  the substance of things hoped for the “evidence’ of things not yet seen ( emphasis mine )

Shirley brought to remembrance the scripture from

Matthew 6

Do Not Worry


25 “Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? 27 Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?
28 “So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; 29 and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30 Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?
31 “Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For after all these things the Gentiles seek. For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. 33 But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.

The Lord was reminding me that He was the breaker …that a whole fruit full of good seed had been given out to His creatures… the birds, the deer and the squirrels. That their daily bread had been supplied and in this ” Word ” picture,He is reminding me to see Him making all things new.. old wine-skins bursting because new wine– was coming. This watermelon was a metaphor for so many things in the spiritual realm — the Lord of the Harvest breaking through in His timing–suddenly!

God had me mindful of “watching ” to see what else He was doing.  Out my kitchen window were 3 deers– a full generation coming up to find substance. A doe, a “yearling” and a fawn.  Each eating from the tree of life for them out in the open in the “light” not at dusk or dawn but in the light of the sun.

Then this morning… early dawn when up praying for so many things and praising Him– out in the eastern sky the cloud pattern was of a dragon in an opening of sky being surrounded by 3 larger cloud images appearing as warriors. I cannot miss His message to me and to all of us..if we choose to see.

He is breaking forth with the fruit of our seeds,( faith ) providing our daily substance and in the light of His Son….. the covenant for generations is given grace and redemption. If we believe He is who He is, surrounding us with His heavenly host. Upholding His word from  Genesis to Revelation. Our loving Heavenly Abba, who by the power of His name is the defender of His children seeking us to see the spiritual is more real than the natural. Drawing us to a higher place in trusting Him.

I admit to being a learning candidate desperate for Him. This like watermelon is good for the heart.

Selah…

Let us learn to hear the Shepherd's voice, come and believe ~

Breathing life …legacy, love and courage

This past weekend my husband and I traveled  to South Carolina to be with his Dad who has just lost his wife of 61 years just a few months ago.

His father is struggling in the toughest of circumstances– a broken heart along with a significant amount of critical physical conditions and now facing the choices of to have the convergence of tests and advice from 3 major specialist– the oncologist, the radiologist and the cardiologist. All vying for their opinion of which is the course to least resistance and harm in aged body of a man who is very physically fragile and on oxygen.

When we arrived he came briefly to the door– and then back to his special lift chair, the lines from the oxygen tanks spreading out across the floor. He has been waiting for my husband, his son and me to arrive.  We were in the car before 7 AM heading down the way the car knows well by now as my husband has consistently made this 3 + hour trip since his mother died and he and his brothers rotate weekends with their Dad.

So we come to spend time with him and to see what we can do to lend comfort and encouragement.  It is frankly hard to see him so very fragile and about to tear up when speaking. He has lost so much weight and the lights are dim with the blinds pulled because of the eye surgery on his corneas.  It is hard to look at his hands, gray and drawn up — these hands who played guitar in a band and for years worked in tirelessly to feed his family. A man who served his country in the Air Force and a man who has always loved his family now restricted to the house with the click and whoosh of the oxygen machine that is the constant sound in this now quiet house.

We expected to find him down and hopeless — facing these huge decisions of what to do about the myriad of tests this coming week. So many that they had to be written down for the family and my father in law to keep them straight.

Holding the paper in our hands and seeing them written out was staggering. So many appointments in a week– heading into uncharted territory for both him, our family and it seems even those specialists based on what Aunt Rita ( his sister and Arnold, his brother ) have gathered in the back and forth discussions.

A wee bit of guilt floods our hearts as we realize the importance of being with him and the happiness our presence has brought to him.  Groceries are short for cooking some nutritious meals of some of his favorites which have been more important since he know has a large growth on his neck that is interfering with his swallowing and desire to eat.

We zipped over to the Kershaw IGA and the Farmer’s market and bought what needed to be cooked also for our family knowing  that our daughter Olivia and husband Will , would be arriving soon with 2 year old Eila Grace and 8 month old Asher. We had tomatoes, peaches, cantaloupe from the local farmers and the goodies he had been missing like “sour cream potato chips”.

We got back to the house and  I began cooking baked beans, hamburgers, hot dogs, watermelon, and a milk shakes– he really wanted a milkshake and some fruit.  He loved seeing his granddaughter, husband and their family, his great grandchildren.   The most animation in his tired body came at this time and sweetly Eila told him,” I love you Great grandpa , very much!” It was wonderful to see him eat and enjoy his food. He later said with tears in his eyes, thank you for helping wake up his taste buds again.  The little things among the whoosh of the oxygen machine.

The house was for a time no longer a lonely place where Verda ( his beloved deceased wife ) the wafting memory in this house was missing but full of the sounds of family bound together by a long legacy of faithfulness and being there for one another. There is something quite reassuring by the steadiness of my husband’s family. Dear sweet, Aunt Rita who lived a life on the mission field in South America to now in her ” retirement years” being the missionary for the Buffalo Baptist community, greater Kershaw county and a Chaplin at the hospital in Columbia. Then there is Uncle Arnold and his wife, Faye who also came by. We swapped stories , laughs and prayers. The house was busy with phone calls from other Aunts and a friend dropping by to check on things.

He tired easily and took some needed naps. One of the sweet moments during his nap was little Eila jumping up on his chair and announcing to everyone in the room in a clear determined little voice “that she loved her great grand pa very much and he would be back very soon. ”  It was a powerful decree and will not be forgotten by her Papa, my husband who is still trying to come to terms with losing his mother and now is trying to be strong for his Dad.

The next day, Sunday morning he was up early waiting for some coffee and breakfast which he ate with us. We then watched RBC’s very worthy Day of Discovery which was filmed in Israel and was featuring what it means to be in the ” wilderness ” as  Christ follower.
He sat enraptured to what was being discussed and the encouragement of what God does in our wilderness seasons was a great blessing to him.

A few minutes later he is telling us about why he believes the Lord wants him to endure this season of insurmountable things— for his boys, for his grandchildren who he is trying to be sure know Jesus Christ. One granddaughter is on his heart — he wants to be sure she knows Jesus. A promise to himself and Verda — seeing this through.  Inspiring in all ways, this man who struggles to breathe and is a powerful lesson in the ” breath of life” as he goes through this valley.

In his hand is the life of every living thing and the breath of all mankind.
Job 12:9-11

Before we left Sunday after lunch– Rita, my husband and I prayed. I had found the olive oil and together we prayed over him and anointed him while praying.

” For the Lord Almighty says, for those who know my name, the Sun of Righteousness will rise with healing in His wings” Malachi 4:2

Hebrews 4:12

Amplified Bible

    • For the Word that God speaks is alive and full of power [making it active, operative, energizing, and effective]; it is sharper than any two-edged sword, penetrating to the dividing line of the breath of life (soul) and [the immortal] spirit, and of joints and marrow [of the deepest parts of our nature], exposing and sifting and analyzing and judging the very thoughts and purposes of the heart.

Facedown… to see His glory….the awe of it..

I have been waiting for about 2 months now for the release in my spirit to release this post. Prayerfully and with my heart and spirit still full of it, I have been waiting… and tonight after replying to an email from my kindred friend and sister in Christ,  Charmaine ” Garden Girl” http://runningfrombabylon.blogspot.com/  and some discussion with my daughter Olivia Adair http://livadair.wordpress.com/ the breakthrough finally came to share this.  With all humility I hope to share in a way that gives God the glory … for it is HE who is the Good Shepherd.

For those who have been reading my blogs, you know  that I have been in a season of some persecution personally involving the ministry the Lord gave me a vision to develop and lead over 23 years ago which is Yahweh Center Children’s Village. http://www.yahwehcenter.org  Should I have expected this ?

Probably, as this ministry  is  about healing children and God’s name  is on this place ..  but I was blindsided. You see , I work on the concept of being a giver.  I am a mercy person and also one that believes in accountability for when folks agree to be part of ministry—- that it requires hard times and faith times and respect for authority.  My heart is for people and  when I share the Word of God it is for encouragement and edification . How do we grow without being nourished and fed by it? But then it is all about perspective of the life as believers.  This is the great purging of  the ” church” and who we are and who we are not in Christ.  The worst of us —the chaff being shifted from the wheat. The deep cuts of pruning. He seeks a vineyard with fruit and we cannot grow without the purging.. ouch!

The scripture of the Lord in the Bible is precious to me– not something that I use for “manipulation” but the enemy knows that is my heart.. so that particular accusation  deeply pierced my heart.  Oh, but wait.. that is the point is it not ?  By circumcise of our hearts we get His heart. These are hard lessons. I do not profess to be a “perfect leader” but I do try with all I know how to do to seek Him of how to lead.  He is developing the gifts of spirit and the fruits of the spirit in me and to develop my faith in a deeper way.

What breaks our hearts “breaks His too”. How other people view this is God’s business and it is not my battle. Meanwhile, this caused me to learn a lot about sedition and rebellion and witchcraft and what this all really means… for we do not wrestle with flesh and blood.  This thing was much deeper than I understood. See  Rick Renner at

http://www.lightsource.com/ministry/refuel-with-rick/20100718/

Learning hard …about the walk we agree to when we go with Him. We must decrease so He can increase. That part is what is the struggle and so our Shepherd leads and sometimes the sheep scatter with sheep in wolves clothing lingering about.  I can take the wolf out in the open but it is the “hidden” ones that blew me away. I am prayerfully working on seeking Him to be a wiser shepherdess.

Pushing all vulnerabilities to the side– yes I have been broken and  “face down” in this time.  It has been a time for me of deeper intimacy with the Lord–leaning not unto my own understanding ( working on that daily ) and the most troubled and blessed of moments of learning what this journey of being called to His purpose really means.   This has involved all kinds of things– a myriad of emotions and trying to hang on to Him when it seemed He could not hear me at all.  But I find that is the beauty of it… the place where when all is still and lonely .. . He is deeper still.

The enemy of our souls knows just where to go for our weak spots-– and also how to try to use accusation as a weapon of self doubt and to attempt to quench the only real hope we have… the relationship with Jesus and our faith in our Abba Father through the Word and the power of His name.  The strategy is to break our confidence and wear down our faith by using our faith and His WORD against us.  Doubt and whispering, the relentless murmuring.. the issue of the ages.  What I have learned is truly very simple ,so simple it is almost too hard to grasp. It is that when we are weak, He is strong and when the enemy comes in like a flood… He raises a standard against it.

Isaiah 59:19
So shall they fear The name of the LORD from the west, And His glory from the rising of the sun; When the enemy comes in like a flood, The Spirit of the LORD will lift up a standard against him.

The details of all what went on are not even worthy of sharing– it is literally a narrow place  but a place that the Lord puts His children through to help us be a more worthy lamb for the Shepherd to lead.

Psalm 23: 5

5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
My cup runs over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life;
And I will dwell[a] in the house of the LORD
Forever.

I know as He has told me when trying to understand it all; it is for me as a leader myself to get me ready for things that will be revealed to me and others as we grow in the fruits of the spirit in these last days.  My heart is so full of praise for  friends, intercessors, ministry supporters and amazingly people I don’t even know who prayed.  How can I ever thank you

Oh my the power of prayer… how can we even grasp the supernatural factors in prayer. Moments when the calm of the storm around me was like a warm blanket — I could feel it surrounding me– the united prayers and hearts of believers who cried out in prayer.   Prayer is a gift for those you are praying for … an offering.  I read and do my devotional time with

Kathleen Dillard of  ” Prayer Central ”

http://prayercentral.net/devotionals/in-his-name

Kathleen says it this way….

Jesus is the Rewarder. He answers prayer and brings blessings on our obedience. He is generous, and we can never out-give Him. Consider these Bible verses, and let your faith be strengthened.

Scripture:
Hebrews 11:6 “And without faith it is impossible to please [Him], for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and [that] He is a rewarder of those who seek Him.”

Luke 6:38 “Give, and it will be given to you; good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, they will pour into your lap. For by your standard of measure it will be measured to you in return.”

Hebrews 6:10 “For God is not unjust so as to forget your work and the love which you have shown toward His name, in having ministered and in still ministering to the saints.”

Matthew 6:6 “But you, when you pray, go into your inner room, and when you have shut your door, pray to your Father who is in secret, and your Father who sees in secret will repay you.”

Ephesians 6:7-8 “With good will render service, as to the Lord, and not to men, knowing that whatever good thing each one does, this he will receive back from the Lord, whether slave or free.”

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So now the reason for this post — to share how the Lord gave me in my dark moments a gift I cannot ever forget. He showed me His glory!!

One night right when all the hullabaloo of this “warfare” was at a fervor pitch from events from the day. I was down in my kitchen table just sobbing. It was late and my husband was in bed and I was so broken and literally crying out to the Lord, that I woke up my husband.  He came downstairs, troubled and to comfort me.

Unbeknown to me, my dear friend Shirley was praying for God to show me His glory.  The next day the prayers of so many were wrapping me moment to moment through unbelievable events coming in like a “flood”….

That evening when home about twilight– suddenly the light outside changed into a golden and crimsom  hue , I cannot adequately describe. Still cannot.

It was if the sky had turned to liquid gold… but not just the sky but the atmosphere. It was about 8:30 PM and it was as if someone turned the lights on– I got up from where I was reading and ran to look out front— the wonder of what I was seeing immediately had me on my knees in praise.  It seemed as if the heavens had opened and I truly thought maybe Jesus was coming..  and I worshipped!  Then I called to my husband to come see and he did but it seemed not so remarkable to him. To be very candid, it seemed like there was something strange that he was not seeing what I was. So I was praying Lord–what did I see?

I then got a phone call from my daughter, Olivia who had been out walking their dog  and she mentioned being outside and seeing the most incredible light and then coming in to put my granddaughter Eila to bed, she reported that Eila age 2 had said” mommy close the curtains, it is too bright, I don’t like it “.

So buoyed by our conversation– I keep seeking the Lord on it and He revealed it was His Shekinah glory. This lead me to a search which I found at this link…

http://www.hope-of-israel.org/glory.htm an excerpt from this is with bold emphasis mine

Throughout the Bible YEHOVAH God speaks of His desire for an intimate relationship with His people. The “Shekinah,” therefore, refers to the presence of YEHOVAH that was — but is not now — physically manifested in the time-space continuum. It could be seen. The presence was A VEHICLE OF THE PERSON OF YEHOVAH GOD IN THE THREE DIMENSIONAL WORLD. Solomon’s understanding that YEHOVAH cannot actually be limited to Temples on earth because of His eternal nature can be seen in I Kings 8:27 —

The writer goes on to share also the following:

Whenever that presence was physically manifested, it was frightening to those who experienced it:

When Moses had ascended the mountain, the cloud covered the mountain. The PRESENCE OF THE LORD [“Cavod YHVH”] abode [“shakan”] on Mount Sinai, and the cloud hid it for six days. On the seventh day He called to Moses from the midst of the cloud. Now the PRESENCE OF THE LORD [“Cavod YHVH”] appeared in the sight of the Israelites as a consuming fire on the top of the mountain. — Exodus 24:15-17.

Writes Fred P. Miller: “Earlier, the seventy elders had gone up into the cloud and actually saw the “Shekinah” glory, and they were so afraid they asked Moses never to take them again. As far as they were concerned, they saw God! You can only imagine their hair on end and their wide-eyed appearance as they came down from the mountain exclaiming ‘We saw God! It was terrible!'” (Zechariah and Jewish Renewal).

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The frightening of seeing the glory of the Lord helped me understand why Eila was “afraid and didn’t like it.  Putting this all together had me ” facedown” the awe of what I had been privileged to see… too precious to formulate. And even more a playing out of a covenant…. think of this my daughter and granddaughter saw it. Not my husband nor her husband but the 3 of us.She is my offspring and Eila the first of a direct generation…

And I will establish my covenant between me and you and your offspring after you throughout their generations for an everlasting covenant, to be God to you and to your offspring after you.
Genesis 17:6-8