My Country

I have often said, I am first a Child of G-d, second a wife and mother, and then, I am friend. But I am also a Citizen of These United States. Something I feel very blessed to be. I could have just as easily been born in any of the other 195 nations on this planet. But G-d himself chose to place my soul here. So, that brings to my mind, why? Why was I placed here, what purpose can I possibly serve? Because that is it, right? The point, the meaning of life.
We are here ultimately for one purpose,and that is to serve. Serve HIM first, and then others, but in our service to others we in turn serve HIM.
I love these circles, circles are pure, unending, divine. Circles are perfection, simple yet, complex. No beginning, no end, infinite. As should be our service to each other and to HIM. The act of service is praise, it is worship. It is divine. It is love. We show him our pure unending devotion when we love each other, those we serve.
Back to why I am here. I love my country, even though its beginnings were far from holy, far from divine. But I firmly believe Romans 8:28-30.  Those first Pilgrims, were called out of oppression, and into a land where they could be free. They were an ignorant lot, as many are today. They did not think of those who may already inhabit this land. They saw this land as a place of hope, they wanted change. They had little regard for those who already inhabited this land. Many natives were killed, many died of disease. Not a very Christian thing to allow to happen, right? But, their intent was good. And the land was plenty. But taking what is not yours, to serve your purpose, or what you feel is the greater good, is not serving, is it? Can G-d cause it to work together for those who are called, according to HIS purpose? Maybe I have a different understanding since , my people are the Cahuilla and the Pioneers.  I am both a Native Child and a Foreigner. But I do not feel pulled, I feel reconciled. I feel purpose.
So, I am here, to serve, not to watch my country go down in flames, nor with a whimper. You see, there is too much at stake, too much to loose if we allow Communism to take the last breath from Our Land. There have been too many tears too many pools of blood, to allow it all to be washed away in a sea of political correctness. I will not pretend it is something it is not. This election, is like no other in our history, either Believers in Messiah, stand up for TRUTH or we stand back and allow DECEPTION to destroy what G-d could work together for His purpose. His purpose will be fulfilled, but our free will will determine how will be part of that purpose. Are you called?


Romans 8: 28 Furthermore, we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called in accordance with his purpose; 29 because those whom he knew in advance, he also determined in advance would be conformed to the pattern of his Son, so that he might be the firstborn among many brothers; 30 and those whom he thus determined in advance, he also called; and those whom he called, he also caused to be considered righteous; and those whom he caused to be considered righteous he also glorified!

20 Years

Yesterday, my husband and I celebrated the 20th anniversary, of our covenant with G-d and each other. It has never been easy, it was a tough road from the beginning. We had so much against us, even from the start. This is how the devil plays. I could get into all the details, but that is in the past, and our foundation is now stronger because of the reinforcements we have had to make. Every challenge, every heartache, had to be repaired with emotional rebar. The scars are still there but the cracks repaired. And we stand at this place, looking forward, not back.

If someone would have told me, 20 years ago, what lay ahead, I really doubt "I do" would have been forthcoming from my lips. I would have seen this mountain, I now stand upon, and it would have been overwhelming. It would have seemed an impossible task. It was not the fairytale we both envisioned. Not even close. But beauty rarely comes from clean hands. It comes from the dirt and calluses. 

Most might look at our lives and see weeds, but I see wildflowers. My life may not be a posy of roses, it is more of dandelions, and thistle, but it is beautiful none-the-less.

Song of Solomon 1:14  

To me the man I love is a spray of henna flowers in the vineyards of 'Ein-Gedi.