It's Impossible to Fall Out of Debt

As the Gregorian calendar year concludes this week, many think of resolutions.  I don't think so much of resolutions as that feels like the ticket to a let down, and the first Biblical calendar month is in the spring.  I do consider two things this time of year, however; that seem a bit like a resolution.  I keep the standard business year regarding profit, loss, and taxes, so I do make certain economic assessments at this time.  The other thought is in regard to weight management . . . It's not a New Year's resolution so much as I know, I do not want to begin the Biblical year 20 pounds heavier, so I resolve to maintain my weight.  Enough about that, back to the economic assessment.

Being self-employed, I don't receive a tax refund, so figuring my taxes isn't as exciting as it is for many.  Mine are more a matter of just getting it done and behind me for the year.  For those who will receive a tax refund, the figuring begins as soon as the W2s arrive.  This year's refund could be a new economic start for some.  The tax refund may not eliminate all the financial issues, but for many it's a substantial amount of money that can be used to eliminate a debt or put toward an investment.  The tax refund is not part of the regular budget!

Americans have been programmed to believe we must borrow our way into the American dream.  I speak from experience on this following statement.  One has to remain asleep to keep a dream alive!  We can fall into debt, but we cannot fall out of it.  We must determine to become debt free.  The Bible does refer to debt and it's not mentioned as sin, but rather servitude.  Proverbs tells us the borrower is servant to the lender.  That applies to credit cards, banks, payday loans and cash for car titles.

Banks have more fees and the feds' printing presses have slowed, so the "cost" of money is going to go up.  Meanwhile downtown businesses have not been restored.  Construction is not booming in the suburbs, and many who lost their homes in this great recession, continue to be homeless.  The only restoration that we have really seen is the Stock Market and we already know, the fat cats don't lose their footing when the house of cards collapses.  The folks in Washington seem to weather economic storms well, also.  What's left of the Middle Class has hung on, but it wouldn't take much of a shift to reduce that class to the chasm between the elite and the impoverished servants.  Congress very recently passed legislation for further protection of the banking industry.  Another economic issue is on the horizon . . . Debt will be a hindrance.

Energy

This issue has been addressed before here at the Goshen Gazette, but this time of year it bears repeating.  Many, many folks are just feeling drained, stressed, and exhausted.  Tis the season . . .  The days are short, the nights are long, and for most, the month outlasts the money.  As if those variables weren't enough, we humans seem to live to bring disharmony and share dysfunction, while calling it celebration.  We can wear ourselves out!

As I thought of the lifestyle I used to have, I am so thankful for the change Abba has brought.  I've known for years, when it comes to tithing on earnings, a person can do a lot more with a blessed 90% than with 100% in disobedience.  Now, I've applied that to time and energy as well.  We've discussed the daily time tithe, and to be honest, not all days go as abundantly as others, but I'm realizing this same principle applies to my energy!  The way I spend my energy completely determines my level of exhaustion or exuberance.

Before following Messiah, my career involved frequently being on call.  That translates to often working Sabbath, but definitely being available for work 24/7 some weeks.  I'm still available 24/7, but only 24/6 for business.  Sabbath is reserved for Abba, Y'hshuwah, and rest.  Sometimes I am blessed to fellowship and sometimes there is an ox in the ditch, but there are no plans of work and certainly no buying or selling.   That alone has made all the difference in my health.

As the pressures of holidays feel like a vice this coming week, be sure to take the time tithe with Abba.  Meet Messiah in "the garden" and be renewed.  Regardless of what you celebrate or don't celebrate, even the grocery stores have an anxiety buzz about them as shoppers prepare for gatherings, or simply choose to take advantage of a few sale items.  Stress is just higher this time of year, so energy wanes more rapidly.  Our Creator is the only source of renewed energy, and cutting oneself off from Him to embrace the traditions of man will actually be draining.

I have found myself starting to give into a few ideas of holiday dread, but as I realize what I'm doing, I determine in my heart and mind to walk out II Corinthians 10:4-5 with Philippians 4:8

 4 (For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through G-d to the pulling down of strong holds;) 5 Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of G-d, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Messiah;

    

8 Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

It's amazing how many stressors simply fly out of my thoughts as I implement these passages.

Counting the Cost

We're going to talk money and food today.  I know neither of these topics really have any value in the kingdom economy, but the way we spend one to obtain the other does have a bearing on what we have left for greater causes.  Eating out, for those of us who keep kosher can be a challenge.  We never have any idea what's cooked next to what.

A friend introduced me to the dining experience of a Mongolian Grill.  It seemed to have real potential.  Since they are constantly cleaning the grill, I could choose the least busy time to dine and avoid any potential treif next to my dinner.  The buffet is comprised primarily of vegetables, and although I think there is crab in the evening, the main choices of meat are chicken and beef.  It seemed simple enough to just take a bowl, place my choice of ingredients in the bowl, add some pepper sauce of sorts, and hand it to the grill chef.

While the chef mans the grill, we were to stand and watch the food prepared.  Of course, the chef does provide skilled entertainment of sorts and scoops the finished product onto a plate.  He smiles as he hands the plate over the counter very close to the "jar" and the gong.  I can then add sunflower seeds, wasabi, and head to the table.  In the meantime, the waitress has brought a beverage and rice to the table for my dining pleasure.  In checking my facts, I have discovered the HuHot's Mongolian Grill refers to their chefs as "Grill Warriors."

As I casually ate my meal, and it was good; I glanced through the menu for the cost of this buffet as well as the appetizers and overpriced desserts.  Being left handed, I think the right side of my brain is supposed to be dominant.  At any rate, it kicked in as I looked at prices while dining.  Maybe that's why I never got into reading cereal boxes.  The right side of my brain wasn't needed as there was virtually no math on a cereal box, yet I digress . . . Back to my eating and "calculating."

The "cereal bowl" in which I had gathered my grill goodies held probably, at most $2.00 worth of finely sliced and diced chicken and veggies with pepper sauce; for $8.99.  It is all you can eat, so I did have the option to fill another cereal bowl, if I so chose, but one plate really did seem adequate.  Maybe a few more pea pods or bamboo shoots, but I was full and satisfied, except I found myself discontent with the cost of the meal.  I didn't want to sit there and "eat my money's worth."  I wanted the meal to be more economical.  Now, here's the kicker that caused me to rethink this establishment.

Upon entering the establishment through lunch hours, $8.99 is a given.  When Mr. B and I went together, that was two people to be "served," so there were two meals to grill and two glasses of water . . .  For $17.98, there were two plates, lovely as they were, exceedingly overpriced for veggies and paper thin meat.  That's not all, though, a 20% tip: 3.60, even 15% is 2.70, then the grill chef's tip.  Even a dollar a plate is an additional $2.00 and I'm sure someone reading this just called me cheap . . .  So, for two people to have lunch with minimal tips, the cost is $22.68 + tax.  That's over $11.00 a piece for a couple of dollars worth of veggies AND I served myself and another person at the table.

The food was good.  I have no complaints about the freshness or the quality of preparation.  I will, however; probably not return to HuHot's Mongolian Grill.  That is an outrageous cost for lunch and I could do something much more meaningful with that money.

Time is More Valuable Than Money

I've done a great deal of comparison and differentiation when it comes to time and money versus the world system and the Kingdom, but something very simple dawned upon me this week that has to be shared.  It's such a basic fact, everyone may already know this!  The truth is short and it's up to us as to whether it's bitter or sweet.

Money poorly spent, can often be "made up" if the amount isn't too large.  A poor financial investment can be rectified and the money applied another direction.  Even bad debt can be paid off, or in severe cases, bankruptcy can offer a clean slate.  But time misspent and poorly invested is lost forever . . .  We are each given so many hours in a day, and no one is guaranteed tomorrow.













Money can be made and replaced and the Fed can just print it, but . . . time spent, good or bad, is spent.

Paying Forward

The title of this article is a term that really doesn't set well with me, politically speaking, but it seems appropriate for the grocery store.  I'd like to appeal to all those who receive a discount, primarily senior.  This does not apply to those who are having to decide between filling a prescription or eating cat food, but rather to those of us who are still actively in the workforce, but our silver locks afford us a discount on certain days.  Honestly, I really cannot understand how I should be more deserving of a discount than a young couple trying to feed and clothe their family.

I've been on this soapbox before, but I've gotten to know some of the cashiers at the local grocery store.  We're not organizing a club or anything, and bless their hearts, there's no gossip going on.  There are young families in real need and any little bit of assistance is greatly appreciated by the clerks.  They've shared with me, how heart breaking it is to watch someone start putting things back, especially when it's simple staples like bread and milk at the end of the month.  These are not people who have a cart full of ready made food and children screaming for candy.  These are people who are what we now know as "the working poor."  How can this be, in America?

Mr. B dropped me off at the market the other day and he headed to O'Reilly's.  I knew I should take my time and I did, but I still ended up at the end of one of the checkouts for awhile and that's when I got to see what is happening.  I try to make it a point to go on Tuesday, which is senior discount day.  As it turns out, the senior discount is about the same percentage as the tax rate, so I can estimate what it will be.  The store was quite busy, so I was able to witness several transactions.  Of course, there were several seniors that seem to make a point to shop on the discount day.  There were several younger shoppers also though. Perhaps they were taking advantage of the advertised sales before they changed or avoiding the pre-Thanksgiving Wednesday shoppers.  At any rate, I watched the majority of the crowd pay with plastic.  It could have been debit cards or SNAP benefit cards.  I couldn't tell, but it is also possible to use credit cards at the grocery store.  Can you imagine paying interest on a gallon of milk, loaf of bread, and toilet tissue?

When I turned 55, I determined my senior discount would serve a better purpose than giving me a discount on dog food and coffee.  The cashiers will work you on this.  As the cashier spoke the other day, she shared that "she has a pretty good idea of the regulars who are struggling."  It's the only grocery store in town.  A few dollars discounted is not going to change whether or not I am supplied, but a few dollars for a young struggling family may be the difference between a gallon of milk, or going without.  As an aging boomer, I really did want to leave the next generations a better world, but now as a Bible believer, I know that simply is not going to happen.  As a Bible believer, however; I can leave my change and redirect my senior discount, paying forward, to "feed the lambs."

In Everything

These past few weeks, it seems every time I'm praying, several thoughts bombard my awareness.  Some of them are distractions, but others are things Abba wants to talk about.  Remembering the first time He brought up a subject, brings a smile to my face.  I'd been walking in covenant for about five years, when one morning through prayer, I told Him I wanted to talk about what He wanted to talk about.  That particular morning, I was on my knees in prayer when a particular situation came to mind, and it involved money.  Immediately I asked forgiveness that my mind had wandered, and to all things . . . "money!"  I began, once again, to give thanks, when my mind again wandered to that same scenario that involved "money."

When I asked for forgiveness again, His voice was clear and firm.  He simply said, "You said you wanted to talk about what I want to talk about!"  With that, a new realization entered my awareness.  Beyond tithing and good stewardship, our Heavenly Father truly does want to guide our steps financially.  With our society having moved away from an agricultural base, we don't think so much about the other 90% of our income when it's cash.  In an agrarian society, there are constant reminders that Adonai controls it all.  Every bit of the provision is in His hands.

The soil is nourished by proper use according to His Instruction.  The seeds sprout by the life He has created within them.  The shoots reach for the sun, as the roots long for the rain.  As the plants grow to yield produce, that also is in the hand of our Creator.  The same principles apply to flocks and herds.  When living agriculturally, it is so much easier to see the hand of our Creator in every step.

Since most of our socio-economic base consists of nothing more than the perpetual motion of currency for service and products, we often don't consider Abba in every dollar that passes through our hands.  That morning, over 15 years ago, He was preparing me to receive some money.  Without His preparation in that matter I probably would not have handled the situation properly, or maybe I would, but I learned something so much bigger.  From that morning on, and this was through the 90s round of "prosperity teaching," I viewed money and material things from a completely different perspective.  This also began the preparation for my heart to return to the garden, an agrarian lifestyle.  It would be less than three months later, He would then lay the foundation for this work to which He has called me.

That single statement through morning prayer, telling Abba, I wanted to talk about what He wanted to talk about, took our relationship to a level I didn't even know existed.  He does want to talk with His people about so many things.  His plans truly are more than we can ask or imagine.

Interests and Entertainment

Watching television is a big theft of time, in my book.  I'm not saying it's wrong for everyone, but even people with televisions speak of how horrible the shows are.  That's not the point today, however.  In living without a television, Mr. B frequently gets reminiscent of old programming.  He used to want to discuss old movies on Shabbat and I did put the kibosh to that, but if it's not Shabbat, I'll listen.  The observation did have to be made though, that talking about old television shows seemed an even less productive way to spend time than watching television.  That's when it hit me!

Somehow in Mr. B's recollection of old television shows, I saw a pattern of introducing non-nuclear families very early in television programming, so I began analyzing.  I've stated for years that society seems to follow the pattern of television, or perhaps television programming is actually the indoctrination for the mindset of the next generation.  "Will and Grace" just isn't so funny anymore, is it?  As I listened last night about shows I never saw, like "Sky King" etc. I thought of my old favorite, and the analysis really began.

I wasn't so much into cartoons as a child, but I loved Gilligan's Island.  Before syndication, I was actually witness to the series being transformed from black and white to color!  I have a more meaningful point to make, however.  Seven people on a deserted island was my little escape when I wasn't reading.  The show first caught my attention, because just like the Wizard of Oz, one of the characters was from Kansas.  As an old Kansas girl, I could not wrap my mind around the concept that anyone would be trying to get back.  As I lost myself in this show weekly for thirty minutes, "uncharted isolated territory" was really rather appealing to me.  When the show went into syndication, it was absolutely wonderful.  I watched it afternoons before chores.  It truly was my escape through some very difficult times of my life.

So, as Mr. B discussed shows of the 50s, I thought of what our favorite shows really teach us, subliminally.  I thought of the political ramifications of the Skipper and Gilligan.  Skipper was definitely "old school" and political candidates still tend to come across as seeking to be captains on a ship that is great, but sinking.    More than one VP comes to mind when thinking of Bob Denver's inept character, Gilligan.

The girl from Kansas did all the "homespun stuff" for the castaways, like food preparation and cleaning.  Check . . . The professor spent his time divided between working on communication and sustainability.  Check . . . But I learned more than that.  In watching the movie star strut around the island in so many different dresses, the theme song would play in my head.  She sure brought a lot of clothes for a 3 hour trip.  Her character taught me how truly superficial and fleeting fame and vanity are.  Her life was now, no different than anyone else on the island, except she had no skills, was overdressed, and afraid she'd be forgotten by her fans.  Then there were the Howells.  Mrs. Howell was obviously just for show and Mr. Howell, with all his riches, was just as stranded as the rest of them.  His money couldn't buy his way off that island.  Although Skipper certainly took notice of the movie star, there was not even a hint of impropriety going on between any of them.  Survival and cooperation were the priorities.

I'm certainly not giving any spiritual significance to sitcoms, and yet, we are drawn to what interests us, even in our childhood and certainly at times of escaping.  I realize it was only a 30 minute show, but last night I realized how even our choice of entertainment reflects our interests.  To what is the next generation being directed, for their interests and entertainment?

Just Right

Life on the homestead is changing a bit.  It certainly appears to be for the better.  A few weeks ago, I mentioned investing in more off grid power.  With that plan came a cost.  A "power house" would be needed for the battery bank.  It only made good sense to have it near the house and near the power pole, until we get the full battery bank accumulated.  The option to switch on and off grid seems right for now.  So, the obvious solution meant I would have to give up my milking parlor for this project.  My milking parlor is pretty special.  I had it built to specs and even received the bonus of a custom paint job at no additional charge, since I was also ordering a chicken house as well.  I can operate a hammer and nails, for small jobs and repairs, but when it comes to actual buildings, I prefer to contract a carpenter.  So, in moving forward in this power project, the milking parlor would become the powerhouse.

That meant a new building and I'm still no better at carpentry now, than I was six years ago.  I prayed about it and saw two buildings in a dream or vision.  One was just like the milking parlor only the paint was reversed.  The building was dark green with white trim.  The other building was smaller, and lighter green with a green shingled roof.  I didn't notice whether the trim was the same color or not.  When I got up I could still clearly see those two buildings and considered my need, as well as placement.  In full confession, I wanted a smaller building because my milking parlor that was going to be exclusively mine, ended up shared . . . The other consideration pertained to the location and I didn't want a large building blocking the view from my office window.  I do not make investments lightly and I knew this would involve a considerable cost, as well as being fairly permanent in location.

The next trip to town involved going by the place I'd bought the milk parlor.  The very first building on the lot was exactly like the milking parlor, only reversed colors, BUT no windows and a rather large price tag!   Adding windows is my "speed" of carpentry, but the price was discouraging.  I went by a couple of other places with buildings on their lots, but just didn't see anything else like what Abba had shown me.  Trying to get home before it rained, I finished up town business and headed toward home.  Less than six miles from home, on the side of the highway, sat a little light green building with a phone number on it.  I hadn't noticed that building on the way to town . . .

Later that evening after chores, I called the number, the gentleman quoted me a price I could hardly believe.  I then asked if that price would include delivery.   These builders usually do deliver, but it's frequently an added fee.  When I told him my location, he said he'd do it for the price he quoted.  The deal was made at that moment.  He said the forecasted rain might be a problem, but he'd get it here as soon as he could.  The next morning, which was Tuesday, it was raining.  Before noon Wednesday, my new little building the future milking parlor was in place, leveled and paid for.  A 6' X 8' building, 16" centers, 4' double door, all for a fourth of the price of the other building!  Abba gave me a choice, and there was no need to rush.  He worked it out "just right."  

Counting the Costs

To a certain extent, life is an equation and balance is the goal.  I'm not talking about salvation, here, as there is no way in the world any of us could balance out the price that was paid for us.  I'm speaking of the practical application of navigating through this imperfect world without compromising our values.  Coming to grips with an exchange, if you will, to reach the goal in Abba's Plan for our life.  I really hadn't considered the emotional cost of spiritual service to Him in this call He has placed upon my life.  We all speak of being willing to die for Messiah, so apparently we've counted the physical costs, but what about the cost on an everyday basis, that of dying to self, while still being physically alive.

The main cost that I continue to stumble over is the rejection.  I'm handling it better, but I still don't like rejection.  Rejection hurts my feelings.  As a homesteading, obedient believer I've been called some horrific things, been told off in no uncertain terms, cussed out, and been disinvited to more than one family gathering.  I've come to understand two things in this, well hopefully more than that, but two very distinct choices I make at these times.  One is, I truly do not want to do anything to be deserving of the treatment I've received, and two, I no longer falsely apologize to "keep the peace."  Sometimes silence and a good distance is peace!

My refusal to be manipulated and controlled by some has resulted in these folks with obvious control issues calling me controlling.  It seems closed minds and open mouths are often traits in the same body!  In having my mind healed, perhaps I'm a bit more sensitive to the emotional costs of following Messiah.  My intelligence is what it is, but having been made whole, mentally, the full emotional picture is not always so pretty.  There are days, I seriously have to keep my mouth shut and count the costs.  I'd like to think I'd face death for my faith.  I've said as much, as well as hearing many others speak the same, but this daily dying to self seems to revolve mostly around emotions, behavior, and the tongue.

In seeking Abba, I am gaining wisdom as I count the costs.  Much of the rejection comes from people I truly would not be able to maintain a pleasant long term relationship with, anyway.  I watch their lifestyle and demands and realize their rejection of me made it much easier on me, but their rejection of truth truly makes my heart sad.  I don't want anyone to reject Messiah and I certainly do not want to be a poor example of what it is to follow Him.  In counting the costs, the stakes are high, of eternal consequences.  Navigating through this world clearly requires self-control in exchange for "the last word."  I think of that list in Galatians 5, as I count the cost.  The works of the flesh are so closely aligned with ego and "self-worth" and have no place in a life that produces the fruit of the Spirit.

For some, the costs may be materialistic, and for others, we can see by the headlines, the cost truly is their physical lives.  For now, here in America, the costs don't seem too far beyond emotional pain and some difficult employment choices, but we are still called to count those costs which amounts to dying to self.  Our Heavenly Father created us to have emotions, but He also gives us the power to starve and overcome the destructive emotions and the grace to feed the healthy ones.

Healthy, Wealthy, and Wise

Healthy living truly is economical.  When I hear of the price of prescriptions and the cost of an office call, I have a visceral reaction.  If health care was truly about caring for people, wouldn't it somehow be more affordable?  We all know this Affordable Care Act is anything but affordable.  As for mandated health care, I'm so thankful to just be paying the tax, rather than the insurance premium.  Health care in America is expensive.  Medical expenses are the leading cause of bankruptcy in this country.  So it may indeed follow that unpaid medical expenses and health care provision have certainly contributed to the national debt.

Just a word about the Affordable Care Act before actually addressing the topic of this article.  The Affordable Care Act does three things, none of which are for the betterment of the health of Americans.  First, it gives control of health care to insurance companies.  More Big Biz and Big Pharma control.  Second, it has merely camouflaged a tax with a mandate.  Make no mistake, this will raise taxes for many low and middle income families.  Third, it now makes it illegal to seek medical care without this mandated insurance.  To add to the mix, there is a fourth thing, as well.  All "us" health care radicals will be accounted for by our tax penalty.  I've been completely out of the health care system since before 9/11.  Now, with ACA, I'm a statistic of dissidence.  With all that being said, let's get to the heart of healthy living.

A lifestyle of health comes with Instructions.  These Instructions are far superior to the AMA.  These Instructions were given by our Creator!  It doesn't get any more direct or personal than that!  A healthy lifestyle according to Scripture means a personal consultation at any time of the night or day.  This Bible lifestyle also comes with a great many promises and no long term negative side effects.  Oh, there's been the occasional imprisonment or even martyrdom, but there are many accounts of amazing deliverances and healing.

Meanwhile, we will find, healthy living may seem a bit more expensive when it comes to good food, and maybe even a bit inconvenient at first when it comes to Torah instruction, but it is drastically less expensive when that good food and blessed obedience results in a lifestyle that doesn't require medical care and prescriptions.

Tis the Season

In this part of the country, the weather is getting just cool enough to get jackets out of the back of the closet. This is also that time of year in which the need for charity seems to increase.  I'm not a proponent of the celebrating that which is not in Scripture, but there are ways to help others outside of the traditional charities.  One of the ways I enjoy discovering every autumn, is to share the money I find in my coat pockets.  I'm careful how I go about this sharing, though.

I do not want to cause anyone to stumble, so I am careful not to supply funds for addictions.  Many may disagree, but I feel a certain responsibility in helping people and the perfect place I've found to do that is in the checkout lines.  It's a simple but easy way to help someone.  This isn't to be confined to last winter's change, but the concept works with all sorts of change.

For those on a tight budget, and basically that covers most of us, it's not always easy to come up with a sizeable donation.  If we face facts, though; most of us can afford to do a bit of nickel and diming.  If you are one of those organized individuals who checks your pockets before stashing your coat for the summer, then there is another idea for sharing.  This is really easy and doesn't require calling attention to yourself or lurking . . .

It seems in most grocery stores, there is always a young mother with a couple of kids in tow, and there is always an elderly person.  To guarantee helping the elderly, just see which day the store offers a senior discount and go that day.  Most cashiers will work with you on this and in smaller towns, the cashiers pretty well know the customers.  When you check out, leave the change with the cashier and tell them it's for the next person that comes up short, or the next mom of three, or the next elderly lady, or my personal favorite; the person next in line.  That can have a ripple effect.  If the person behind me didn't need the help, they'll pass it on with their change, and if they did need it, no dignity is lost.  It's a small, very small way to touch a heart and bring a smile.

Many stores have a donation basket by the door.  See what's on sale in the canned goods aisle and buy the bargain to donate.  In this time of so many in need and so many in search of a way to give . . . Everybody needs groceries!

Found Money

My daughter and I have this "game" we play when visiting each other when I try to give her product.  When she sends a check, I don't cash it, and when I give her money, she hides it back in my purse.  It's what we do . . .  We are so much alike, when her check book doesn't balance or I find money in some extra spot, we know, we just know!  She and I are both "stashers" when it comes to smaller bills in receiving change,and we both leave a cushioned pad in our balance; but even though we stick it in a pocket or hide a small deposit in our account, we do remember when we come back across it.  It's when we know we didn't lose track of something, we know the other one has "been there!"

Recently I discovered some "found money," and immediately I had that old feeling!  This daughter of mine is tricky and truth be told a little on sly side!  What I had given her, was a gift, so when I discovered some money, I asked her, she was cagey, so I knew; and that was that.  I couldn't send a check, she already knew my trick!

It seems about 12 to 15 years ago, the old adage "found money is to be spent," became a new adage for me.  "Found money isn't figured in, and can be given away!"  My quest became rather interesting and quite touching this week.  I'd been told the grocery store in a nearby town kept "money on hand" for those who came up a bit short.  The food pantry in that town has now moved well out of the downtown area, so it's not really so accessible for those who are in need.  I'd already left some change on occasion, at the store and taken groceries to the food pantry, but when I heard there was actually a fund for this, I went with money in hand.  As it turns out, I'd heard wrong, but . . . they were gracious and agreed it was a good idea and they would implement it somehow.  To be honest, I was a bit embarrassed in that I felt like I drew significant attention to what I thought was just a simple donation.  It was so awkward, it almost stopped me from doing what I did today.  I'm so glad I listened to the voice of Adonai.

I heard Abba leading me to donate some money in the next town, when I went and today was the day. After reading my devotion and doing chores, I checked the phone book, intending to call to check their policy for donations, not wanting to make the same awkward and embarrassing situation this time.  Well, as it turned out, life got busy and I was on the way to town, before I thought of making that phone call.  I certainly wasn't going to be disobedient, but I was truly apprehensive about bringing attention to the endeavor.  By the time I got there, there were only the two women working the front.  I asked for the manager, and one spoke up and said that was she.  I simply stated, "I don't know where the town's food pantry is, but I know this organization operates an outreach beyond the thrift store."  She smiled and said yes, and I put the money in her hand.  She said thank you, I said  you're welcome and out the door I went.

Before I could get in my vehicle, the other woman came out the door in tears.  Now, I had that moment of instant ? . . . Never mind, this is what Abba sent me to do.  As she approached me with a pen and piece of paper, and the tears were flowing, she simply said she wanted to hug me!  Funny, I'd just been telling Abba how much I missed hugs . . .  We hugged and she said their food pantry had run out of food Tuesday.  Now, clearly, I had no way of knowing this.  I don't even live in that town or have that town for an address.  She, was clearly overcome with joy and surprise.  The pen and paper were for me to write my name.  I'm guessing she's going to be praying for me.  I know, I'm certainly going to be praying for her.  And my daughter, Des, is part of this, too!

What a moment of clarity.  Abba led me to a need I could not have possibly known about and that precious woman's prayer was answered, as she reaches out and helps in that community.  Oh, "found money" it has a purpose!  "Found money is to be shared!"

Harvest

I've spoken at length this year of the abundant harvest.  I've also mentioned many times over, the shemitah.  There is still a difference of opinion regarding this year or next, but I'm standing with many believing it to be this year.  I felt confirmation came once again, completely unsolicited by a couple of Big Ag farmers I know.  The bins and barns are full of grain, while there is much corn still in the fields.

With so many potential calamities on the horizon, we all need to realize life as we knew it, is already history.  That statement is not to fearmonger, but simply stating the fact.  Regardless of disaster or invention, life as we "know it" does not remain the same.  Life is not static.  Sadly, in this case, even the technological advancements are bringing potential for more disaster.  We should all consider seriously, making at least one major change that moves us closer to YHWH.  At this point in history, one step closer to YHWH is one step away from the world.

Since we know history repeats itself and there is nothing new under the sun.  Full bins and barns are an indication that we need to take note and not be wasteful.  It is also an indication that very soon, there will be a window of opportunity to take advantage of price reduction, as the excess cannot be stored for future use.  Be ready!  Also, the fact that some grain prices will drop and some companies will not even meet their promise, some farmers may not be able to afford to hold their ground for the next planting season.  Figure the shemitah in, and that could mean two years of reduced income for farmers.

We've got this situation backward.  Farmers are actually working for the same "green" the bankers are.  The reality of the food supply is set aside for the value of the dollar.  Big Ag can't afford a two year glitch in the perpetual motion, and the rest of society is not equipped to be self-sustaining for that period of time.  We simply must make some changes, even small ones toward the simple lifestyle that was planned for humanity.  The stress leaves our immune systems more vulnerable.  Although knowledge availability is certainly increased, with all the running to and fro, so is the potential for pandemic disease.

For those who will be faced with vaccines and shots to maintain employment, be sure to consider that cost!

His timing is always perfect.  This is the week Sukkot [Feast of Tabernacles] begins.  It's the official "week of camping!"  What an awesome opportunity to get back to the simplicity of nature and hear the Voice of our Creator.

A Little Financial Advice

I'm no economics expert, but history bears a certain pattern to America ignoring the laws of Elohim, specifically when it comes to Sabbath and work.  Most of this country completely disregards the command to rest on Sabbath.  As a matter of fact, more money exchanges hands on Friday night and Saturday, than any other time in the week.  A great deal of money is handled on Sunday morning, but it is far from an exchange or transaction.  The reason I am bringing this up now, is many things in our society indicate great calamity is potentially at hand.

I believe the collapse, control and possible containment may actually come hand in hand.  Here are my thoughts of practicality.  I am not saying it's going to happen tomorrow, but we all know, this cannot continue at the present rate.  Now that most everyone uses debit cards, resetting everyone back to zero is really only a matter of hitting a switch.  I'm not suggesting bigger barns or hoarding, but the bottom line is, tissues and toilet paper could in reality be more valuable than dollar bills, very soon.  It truly doesn't hurt to lay in a little supply of things we do use perpetually.  Coffee drinkers, we absolutely know coffee is more valuable than money!

I shared with someone recently, that I've made a point of keeping my tithe in accessible cash on a monthly basis, and plan to pay my taxes as soon s the bill arrives this year.  In dealing with banks, something became very clear, a number of years back.  There is no slack or wait time in running my check through, as everything is virtually an e transaction now, but; deposits on the other hand, can take up to five days to post.  So leave yourself some breathing room for working around a potential electronic glitch.  This is not fearmongering, but merely a reminder as to how lopsided the economy is already functioning.  I could be wrong, but I'm guessing we'll make it through the first Tuesday in November.

On a positive note, handling transactions in cash or having a few extra supplies on hand is also a great plan for the upcoming winter.  It doesn't hurt to have a few extra cans of soup on hand or supplies that you know you'll use.  Take an inventory of your pantry and cupboards.  See what would be more valuable than money, just in case the powers that be hit the reset button.  If we don't need the extras in the pantry, I'm sure we all know someone who could use a little help.

Just Weights

Since we don't carry silver and gold to make purchases, and what is sold by weight is usually packaged and priced, it would seem this concept is rather archaic.  The term, "just weights" translates to me, to be honest in my dealings.  Honest in my relationships, motives, and in all business deals.  Before following Messiah, I wasn't into robbery or shoplifting, and I didn't choose to overtly lie, but I wasn't always honest, either.  I'm also not one of those people who choose to be mean or rude, calling it honest; as some things simply do not need to be said.

As my walk has continued on this narrow path, I've come to realize business dealings are personal.  The way I do business reflects the person that I am.  I've had a lot to learn.  In homesteading, all deals do not come with a price tag and cash register . . . especially when it comes to flocks and herds.  My first chicken purchase was wonderful and my first goat deals were quite illuminating.  It's simply in my blood to do a little wheeling and dealing, but I did show restraint . . .

The first Sunday afternoon on the homestead, I traveled about an hour to see a man about some chickens.  He had many breeds, of various size and age.  He asked me what I was looking for.  I knew enough to say tell him I wanted a dozen heavy pullets that were decent layers.  The "heavy" is a term used  to describe the meatier breeds.  He then looked at me and said, "How about a rainbow mix?"  What a perfect thing to say to me!  With that wonderful rainbow mix, he gave me a two young roosters, as a gift.  When I got home and was unloading them, I realized I had 15 chickens.  There was an extra pullet I hadn't paid for.  Apparently in gathering them from various pens, he hadn't counted one.  I called him and offered to mail a check.  He thanked me, but declined.

My goat deals taught me a great deal.  The first lady was just wonderful.  She had quite a menagerie.  It seems we made a bit of a deal, since I bought two, but what stood out at the time was her reference to the "Premise Number."  She said all farms would be getting them.  When I got home I did a bit of research and knew that was something this homesteader did not want.  Premise registration is a backdoor loss of property rights to the International Codes.  It continues to be voluntary at this time, and I still don't have one.  This bigger homestead didn't even have an address until 2009.

The next goat deal, really had an effect on me that I consider before selling any of my goats.  It was recommended that I buy a high quality registered dairy goat.  So, I found quite the goat dealer . . . I went out and saw the one that was for sale.  The overpriced deal was sweetened by the offer to have her bred there before I took her, so I left her for another month.  When I went back to pick her up, something happened so quickly, I didn't catch it.  Two steps toward the vehicle the woman stopped suddenly and said she needed to trim her hooves before we loaded out . . . Here, I'm dumb, I thought 'how nice.'  I hadn't had her long, when it became apparent, her hip would disjoint and need to be put back in place.  That's when I remembered the sudden hoof trim at the time of her purchase, and how the woman had shifted her hip when "trimming her hooves."  It ended badly in an ice storm.

With that, I determined I would be the most honest and independent goat woman I knew how to be.  Not that I would overtly sell a lame animal, but as I get to know my herd, I refuse to sell my problems . . . Like Jacob, I'll take the loss, and Abba has blessed me.  I sell healthy young livestock, an occasional milker, and every two years an ornery buck.  Reputations are gained by the way we conduct our business, and the way we conduct our business reflects who we truly are.

   

Grace and Blessings

Grace is clearly undeserved, unmerited, and completely non-negotiable.  Grace is the gift of mercy and forgiveness from our Heavenly Father brought through the death and resurrection of His Son.  Grace is also an "atmosphere" if you will.   Once a person has received G-d's grace, they belong to Him, and His grace is present in them, through them, and around them . . . What we have been freely given, we are to freely give.  Although grace is free to us, Y'hshuwah paid dearly.  Those of us who have received grace are called to extend grace, as well.  We are called to be gracious.

First and foremost, we are called to be gracious back to our Heavenly Father.  A covenant relationship involves participation of both parties.  Since Y'hshuwah is our advocate, He leads us that we may properly approach the Throne of Grace.  Hebrews tells us we can come boldly; not presumptuously, and not cowering, but boldly in the Name of Y'hshuwah.  To approach a Holy and Righteous G-d, we simply must follow the Instructions.  Y'hshuwah is the Word of G-d.

In my life, the simplest form of graciousness I can extend to Abba is obedience, gratitude, and thanksgiving.  Let's face it, He doesn't need anything I have to offer.  He is the All sufficient Existing One.  Even my righteousness is as filthy rags, before Him, but . . . He inhabits the praise of His people!   Praise for Who He is, Gratitude for what He does, and Thanksgiving for His many blessings.  I don't want to sound like Victoria Osteen here, but truly, praising G-d and giving thanks leads to more blessings . . . We cannot outgive our Heavenly Father.

We are told in throughout Torah that obedience is key to the blessings of YHWH.  Joshua 1:8 states a pretty bold promise.  This book of  the law [Torah] shall not depart out of thy mouth; but thou shalt meditate therein day and night, that thou mayest observe to do according to all that is written therein: for then thou shalt make thy way prosperous, and then thou shalt have good success.  and Messiah delivered a very harsh statement in Matthew 7:23, to those who would disregard Torah.  And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity.  The word "iniquity" was translated from a Greek term meaning "without law" or in contempt and violation of law.

Obedience doesn't earn our salvation.  Obedience is how we demonstrate that we want to please our Father and obedience is the only way to follow Messiah.  Obedience is the result of salvation.  Obedience does result in blessings . . . not always of earthly standard, but definitely of Kingdom standard.
 Come now, and let us reason together, says YHWH: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.  If ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good of the land:  Isaiah 1:18-19

Unexpected Supply

Usually when unexpected funds come into my hands, I put them away for safe keeping until a need is made known.  About two months ago, some unexpected funds came into my hands, but at that same time the words I'd heard through morning chores back in April came into my spirit.  Considering the source of the funding, I knew Abba was reminding me of my mission.  In less than a week of this gifting and reminder, thoughts began pouring into my head, at very unexpected times.

Without going into dollar amounts here, I'd just like to share the opportunities for practical preparation that have arisen in the time frame of two months.  I check craigslist with fair regularity in the farm and garden section.  I was down to one guinea on the place, when I noticed a brand new listing.  That wasn't just any listing, however.   Upon arriving I noticed the solar panels, which opened the door to all sorts of interesting topics.  I learned a lot that day and took home a pen of guineas which are growing nicely with the last brood of chicks from the incubator.  As a matter of fact, in purchasing the guineas, there were several sizes of keets, and I was able to choose keets the same size as my chicks.  They are growing together and getting along famously.  Guineas are wonderful for natural tick control!

The reminder to take the plunge and purchase reusable canning lids came to mind quite intensely, and they arrived in days.  This is a real test of faith for me, in that I've never used them before and next year the land rests.  What is being preserved now, needs to be preserved properly, as there will be no garden planted next spring.  So far, so good!  Whether it's a collapsed economy or no buying and selling without the mark, there is a day coming in which organic homesteaders will need an alternative to disposable canning lids.

In the meantime, the hay has been abundant and I was presented with a wonderful opportunity to purchase it, in volume, and delivered straight from the field to this place.  The cost per bail was great, but it needed to be done when the opportunity was presented . . . Praise Abba, hay for the winter is already in place.

In the late summer, I always survey the herd and try to add some new blood, while that option is available.  I had already planned to purchase a new buck, but there are now three to choose from . . . At least one, possibly two will be gone by end of breeding season, but it will certainly offer the opportunity to keep many of the kids next year.  Also added are now three 2 year olds, and two doelings.  All of these new additions are headed in the direction of spotted, streaked and speckled . . .

The nudge, then became strong to make a significant move toward complete independence from the grid.  Now, here's where I may sound like the prosperity mess, and I don't mean to.  I'm not roughing it until I have to.  I have my wringer washer, but I am still using an automatic and I'd like to continue to do so.  I can cook over a fire, but I like my electric stove for now, and I have a wood-burner, but the heat pump is nice.  So, in figuring my daily use of electricity, an order was placed for a wind turbine that will meet that "current" use.  There was a great savings on solar panels as well, so that was a sizeable purchase, and yet, I still had funds . . .   There was a certain symmetry to using an unexpected "windfall" to purchase a turbine for wind power.

I was literally prepared myself, budgeting, and had been planning to use my own funds for these projects; although it certainly would have taken longer than two months!  In all the years of ministry, I've never had a problem with using my own funds for a project, as it all belongs to Him.  I've been very blessed in ministry to never have solicited donations.  By that same token, He has always provided what is needed and more, for what He's called me to do.  Even when I do use my own funds, He's the One who has provided!  I smile as I think, the time of the gathering must be getting close, as all of this is going into place so quickly.

Not that we are sufficient of ourselves to think anything as of ourselves; but our sufficiency is of G-d;  II Corinthians 3:5

10% - 90%

When we think of tithing, do we ever consider that really it all belongs to G-d?  He is our provider, and we are His children, so I've taken a reversed perspective now.  I remember the days of hearing, "You can do more with a blessed 90% than a cursed 100%."  I've lived that out to know it's true.  I remember the old days of working and working and not walking with YHWH.  I can testify that tithing changed my finances, but the reality is, G-d changed my life.  When I began following Messiah, my priorities changed.

Tithing was one of the first changes made in my new life.  It was nearly 20 years before I realized, not only do I give the first fruits to Abba, I'm responsible for the fact that He trusts me with 90% to be used at my discretion, which should be in accordance with what is pleasing to Him.   In glorifying Him, paying bills comes after the tithe . . . all both of them.  That's one of the blessings I've noticed about realizing "it all belongs to Him."  I don't have as many expenses.  My hobbies actually support me, which I think many of also overlook.  What we call hobbies or interests are probably really the talents we were given to provide us a way to earn a living.

A time tithe was also imperative in my walk with Messiah.  When I make time in the Word and time in prayer a genuine priority, I am aware of His presence in more of the rest of my day.  I have also discovered something that I think every believer should consider.  Quiet time is essential.  So much noise in our daily lives actually drowns out the Voice of Abba.  Whether it's time or provision, it's all in His hand.  What He entrusts to us is a gift from Him.  What we do with what He gives us, is our gift to Him!

The Balance Sheet

The gardening season is winding down and I'm aware of coming into a new season of life.  Not just autumn, not just the Holy Days, but the reality that life has forever changed around the world, and judgment is upon us.  Many of us have asked YHWH to judge us now, so we can repent before the day of judgment.  The passage in Daniel 5, of the handwriting on the wall, has been weighing heavily.

Then was the part of the hand sent from him; and this writing was written. And this is the writing that was written, MENE, MENE, TEKEL, UPHARSIN.  This is the interpretation of the thing: MENE; G-d hath numbered thy kingdom, and finished it.  TEKEL; Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting.  PERES; Thy kingdom is divided, and given to the Medes and Persians. 

There is a balance sheet, and it's obvious to see, as a sovereign nation, we are divided, as well as finished . . . in many ways, but the part that keeps coming to my mind and heart, is that sentence about being weighed in the balance and found wanting.  I don't want to come up short in G-d's plan for me.  Because any shortcoming would be on my part.  I don't want to be found wanting before my Heavenly Father.  I want Him to show me the balance sheet, after His forgiveness.  I want to see what He has numbered for His people, specifically myself, and to do that.

The handwriting on the wall is clear for the direction our nation has chosen, but just like Daniel, the remnant still has work to do and visions to carry out or explain.  The balance sheet of YHWH does exist.  Y'hshuwah paid the price.  There is no need for anyone to be found wanting.  This world is a mess.  So many nations are at odds with each other and divided amongst themselves, and America is no exception.  We are simply the feet of iron mixed with clay of the dispersed Roman Empire.

Come out from among them and be ye separate.  Don't be found wanting!

Time, Money, Distance and Amenities

The other day, I was on a mission.  It took the better part of the afternoon and evening, but the results are wonderful!  I showed the lovely picture of little Zinnia that evening on social media, but two new bucks came on the ride as well.  They both won't stay long, as they are related, but they came as a package deal that I just couldn't pass up.

When Adonai told me to prepare practically, I tried very hard to be diligent in my preparation.  I'll admit right now, I'm a softie when it comes to goats.  I'm not always as practical as I need to be.  I am very practical in most areas of my life, but when it comes to kids, four legged or two legged, I'm usually a pushover.  Zinnia has already discovered that fact . . . back to the mission of practicality.  As I gave great consideration to this plan of preparedness, a memory popped into play . . . From the onset of this homesteading plan, I was really feeling the desire, I can't say led, per se, but the desire to have what I call a Jacob's herd.

In reading Genesis and taking notice of things in general, it does seem the purebred animals of any species are often subject to recessive weaknesses.  I've always had a pretty good mix of breeds in the herd, but it has seemed the solid light color or white is dominant in the kid crop.  One year, amidst predominantly dark nannies, and a light silver [blue] buck who should have been named Houdini, I had light silver, almost white kids in every pen.  He made good time covering four pens beyond his own, in that one week, every doe on the place gave birth to at least one silver kid.  I got him the first week of October.  The gestation period for goats is 5 months or 150 days.  Every doe kidded the first week of March.  I truly regretted selling ol' Jerry Lee, but even when moving to Goshen, a professionally installed 4 ft. 4X4 woven goat fence wouldn't hold him.  My that was a trip down memory lane.

Since I do believe in Psalm 37:4, I gave serious consideration to make spotted, streaked, and speckled dominant in the herd.  Clearly, Zinnia is a start for spotted.

 I call this mottled, as some versions of Scripture use that term.  He's got just interesting color changes and patches all over his sides and back.

A similar stripe on my previous herd sire has already been proven to be dominant in the herd, so next year, with the blessing of Yah, we'll see what the kids look like.  None of the does are a single color.













I got so excited in all the color and variables, I almost forgot.  Getting to the previous homes of all these fine creatures took a little over two hours in the traffic.  I travelled a little over 200 miles round trip and gave a little over $200 and 2 bars of soap, for the three of them.  It seems such a small investment for the potential.  I pray I'm planning according to Abba's purpose.

A Matter of Time

The other morning I awoke with "time on my mind," once again.  Some may have a better grasp on the concept of eternity than I do, but the idea of never ending time, really eludes me.  I do have a pretty good grasp of time in this life though and here in this country much of it is wasted, by Scriptural standards.  I'm not suggesting that anyone can earn their salvation.  This information is simply what I believe is the standard for which we should consider "whatsoever we do, do all to the glory of G-d."  Time is how we spend our life.  Are we spending wisely?  When everything that doesn't count for eternity is burned away, what of our time on earth will have brought Abba pleasure?

It's easy to get busy doing all sorts of things that have no purpose.  I think that is our national pastime!  As I consider the way I spend my time, I realize there is still much room for improvement.

I am of the group that believes the day begins at sunset, and that's about the time evening chores are finished.  I don't think I'm spending my evening time in a way that brings Abba pleasure and that needs to change.  I don't have a television, so I don't spend the evening watching shows, but it seems after chores, I just schlep around, doing this or that, but not really focused.  I want to be busy about my Father's work through every waking hour.  I'm thinking beginning the day in the evening with the Psalms and Proverbs sounds exquisite.  Then perhaps some research and development of product.  In reading the headlines, I'd say the remnant is going to be pulling away from mainstream medicine very soon, or at least should be.  I'm getting to the point in life that I do need at least six hours of sleep at night, and seven doesn't hurt a couple of times through the week.  Abba has been blessing me with quality communion time between 3 and 4 am.  It's quite precious.  The names of many of my friends and clients come up through that time.

Each morning begins with prayer, personal hygiene, coffee, devotion time, and chores.  Usually I'm up before dawn, so that's the order.  If I sleep in past sunrise, coffee and devotions come after I let the chickens out, but that also means I "spent" more time unconscious.  I'm pretty sure the prayer time and devotions do bring Abba pleasure.  It certainly makes my days go well.  As for tending to myself and the critters, that's the responsibility for the life in which I've been blessed.  It's easy for me to get busy and not get back to serious time in the Word through the week.  I pray throughout the day, and listen intently for His Voice, but I have a Bible study time that has not been well established in the afternoon.  It's been sort of hit and miss, and I want to change that.  Debating Scripture and interpretations on social media is not the same thing as genuinely studying to show myself approved unto G-d.

As I watch the growing concern about the very violent religion of Islam, I am also aware of their dedication and devotion to "their god."  That same time spent in devotion and dedication to my G-d who is love and above all gods is what I need.  I believe it's what all True believers need.

Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of YHWH.  I Corinthians 10:31

Added That Day

Education, money, tax exempt status, and "the Lord will provide"  are all topics of discussion in religious groups, while also discussing "signs of the times" and end of days.  It just doesn't all fit in the same conversation any more.  If we really believe these are the end of days and tribulation is at hand, why all the peripheral issues?  I admit it, I find myself sucked into at least one useless discussion nearly every day.  Times are turbulent and we aren't sure what's coming next, but as I consider the book of Acts, they didn't know what was coming next, either.  At least we can turn the page to see.

We've got numbers in the wrong "column" so to speak.  While we speak of membership, building funds, and offerings, the real numbers mentioned in Acts were people who actually came into the community of believers.  The "religion" in the book of Acts wasn't any hourly weekend gathering.  Those who were "added that day" got involved and stayed involved.  Some sold land for the cause, others prepared food, some taught, some took notes, many still worked and maintained their businesses, while contributing.

I realize this is a touchy subject, but I'm delving headlong.  Clearly James did not share the Gospel in a politically correct way as he was put to death by sword, pretty early.  Stephen, stoned to death in chapter 8.  Peter and John were in and out of prison and Paul spent a great deal of his ministry before the magistrates or behind bars.  None of these guys were popular like the big names are now.  Herod didn't like Peter the way President Johnson liked Billy Graham.  Can you imagine Paul in an interview with Oprah?  Picture if you will, if that is even possible; John the Baptist moderating a presidential candidate's debate.

I'm not against education, money, or comfort, but to spend the end of days in debate and call it fellowship is ridiculous.  I thought I was establishing a place of refuge for the remnant in the end of days, and I still think I am, but I don't think it's going to be the crowd I first imagined.  We have to really get serious about what we believe "as in the days of Noah" truly were.  Most of the time when I hear "the Lord will provide . . ." I discern that to mean it's business as usual, until . . . I think we have already passed business as usual.  The disciples dropped their nets to follow Messiah, and it was never "business as usual" again.

The time of choosing to come out from among them to be separate, is coming to a close.  The time to stand up and be counted is upon us.  When the line in the sand becomes a chasm, to which group will we be added that day?

Two Visions or Perhaps One Expansive One

Several years ago, I considered buying a laundromat.  Anyone who knows me will tell you I have a real focus in regard to laundry.  I like to call it a penchant, most others call it OCD or simply use the term crazy.   Semantics . . . At any rate, I thought a coffee bar with a few favorite flavors and additives, some good reading material, and that would be the perfect setting for a singles ministry.  Let's face it, you get to know who someone really is by their laundry and the way they do it.

Before my last marriage, I directly asked my intended how he felt about laundry.  He looked at me oddly and said he didn't really care.  I immediately responded with, "Well, I'm crazy when it comes to laundry, so you don't ever have to help . . ."  You'd think most guys would have jumped and clung to that airtight alibi, but not this guy.  Three months after the wedding, and I was already drowning in doubt and regret, I came home from working on his real estate venture, not thrilled with that albatros that had been hung on my neck, only to find a load of wrinkled clothes thrown on the bed.

When I realized his shift was over, I went ahead and called him, sort of as a courtesy warning that he'd crossed a line . . . All he claimed to remember was I was in a bad mood for some reason . . .  it never changed.  He insisted upon being involved in the laundry, but not actually doing it completely or even just agreeing to do his own.  No, it HAD to be a shared project.  I grimace as I type.  Owning a laundromat is clearly not part of the plan for me.  But a laundromat would be a great place for outreach, on a busy night.

There is an idea or vision that I know isn't really for me, but won't really go away either.  This is a vision of feeding people in town through both a business and ministry.  I'm preparing for those who come for refuge and there may be a connection.  While I'm working on the country project, here's the town project.  I thought sometime back of having a fried chicken dinner restaurant on Sundays only.  We'd serve the standard family style meal of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and white gravy, with choice of two vegetables, whatever is in season, biscuits with homemade jelly of course, and fruit cobbler, also according to the season.  Water, coffee, and iced tea would be the beverages . . . milk for kids if they wanted it.  It gets better, though.  In this same building through the week, I'd offer a working man lunch of soup and sandwiches and cookies, not with a lot of choices, but a different choice every day, same beverage offer, and serve the whole works for just a couple of dollars.  If someone was a little short, we wouldn't send them away hungry.  It would only be open about 3 hours a day, and since it is a restaurant, the left overs could be donated . . . I was thinking the Sunday chicken dinners could support the working man lunch special.
Then . . . it still gets better.

The building would be used for a Sabbath gathering on Friday evening, with dinner or at least an oneg.  The business itself would be closed for Shabbat.  I realize I have an assignment already, so this is not actually for me to do, but if this was in my area, I could certainly help a couple days a week, and perhaps even some financial provision on the start up.  I used to think I was supposed to just sit on this vision and when someone else mentioned it, to offer confirmation, but when I saw the bakery closed next to the laundromat, I felt led to speak up and invite anyone who may be feeling led in something like this to contact me.

Living the Life . . .

This time of year, I am reminded, so often of how truly wealthy I am.  I'm not bragging here, but rather testifying of gratitude.  I would very much like to share this wealth . . . I do have clocks, but the sun and the critters remind me of the schedule.  I don't have to fight rush hour traffic and I don't have to have a stylish wardrobe, although I do have a style of my own!

I've shared before of some of the plans I put together long before this actually came to fruition, but it doesn't have to be long term distant goals for everyone.  I knew I had to be debt free when this was established and it had to be developed without incurring debt.  None of us can share what we don't have, so I would not be in a position to invite others to join, if the bank was part owner of the place.  I also made a conscious decision regarding my housing.  I chose manufactured for several reasons.  First, as it worked out, I moved it from one acreage to another.  Second, though, it's much easier on the tax bill for the long term.  My home is about 1560 sq. ft. which is about a thousand more square feet than I actually want to clean.  It has four bedrooms and two full bathrooms.  That is plenty of room to share while others are building or looking or whatever; when the time comes.

I realize there is no earthly security, so when the powers that be bring the NWO, what will be, will be.  In the meantime, however; I am thankful to be able to offer some of the "alternatives" that I enjoy.  The social alternatives are actually how humanity has lived for centuries since creation, until the last one.  I see the prices in the grocery store and my heart sinks for young families.  I read about the cost of medicine for the elderly and my heart is literally burdened.  Moses walked up a mountain at the age of 120 knowing he was heading to meet his Maker.  How sad it is, that our society has come to the place, that health is gone and death is feared.

There are some serious instructions in Scripture regarding our health and our wealth.  I'd certainly rather follow my Creator's orders than the doctor's. When I think of the price Messiah paid for my healing, I can't in good conscience ignore the Instructions and take a pill.   Abba has never misled me in investments, either, nor has He needed a bailout.  As I come into the house with a basket of bounty from the garden, or a pail of fresh milk from the milking parlor, not to mention grass fed beef in the freezer; the same thought frequently crosses my mind.  I could not find an earthly job that would pay well enough to live like this!

Prayer as an Investment

I don't know why the thought never occurred to me before, but praying is investing in the Kingdom, here on earth.  It's investing time, energy and effort if we listen and obey.  This is specifically about praying for others, and I'm not at all suggesting that we pray for others in accordance with our desired results . . . but simply and honestly from the heart.

When I pray, I give thanks and praise first, but when it gets to my "list," I frequently begin with the specific statement that I am not going to tell Abba His business.  I state clearly, "I'm not asking for a specific outcome according to my will or even their will, but Thy Will be done."  When it comes to matters of salvation, healing, and deliverance; He has already stated He is not willing that any should perish, He is our Healer and Deliverer.  So I ask in those cases, if there is something I should say or do, or they should stop doing . . . Sometimes there is, and I speak what I'm told or offer what He says.  Often times what we see as the problem is just a symptom of the real problem.  In other cases, it's a matter of them just knowing someone is praying for them.  Prayer is such a small investment with such big dividends.  I'm not trying to make Adonai sound like a bank or stock market . . .

In praying recently, I've inadvertently discovered something I'd like to share.  I receive many prayer requests, and although these are some specific incidents, many of the requests address general issues for most of us.  A couple of months ago, I published in the Goshen Gazette, a seven week plan for losing weight.  To be completely honest, at that time, I wasn't really on it strictly, as I was doing a Daniel fast and a couple of other things at the time, but it had been requested so I published it.  I did pray for the ones who had asked for it, and I lost a few pounds myself.  Recently, the requests have gone around again regarding, not so much weight loss, but simply healthier diets.  Since praying for those folks, I've lost another 5 pounds.  Of course, I'm grazing on garden produce, but I know it has to do with praying for others.  Since my foot injury, I haven't been doing my usual amount of walking.  Losing weight on less exercise is obviously supernatural!  My request on the behalf of others, is coming back and blessing me.  I have more examples.

I pray for folks about jobs and business.  Many people are embracing their entrepreneurial spirit and choosing to use the talents our Heavenly Father gave them.  I have noticed a pattern in my own business.  When I pray for another, my business is blessed.  Again, I'm not suggesting the self-serving teaching that went around 15 years ago about G-d serving up 100 fold on demand.  I'm simply noticing and giving glory to our Heavenly Father who answers prayer abundantly more than we can ask or imagine . . . and to proclaim that prayer is an investment that His Will be done on earth as it is in heaven . . .

There was a situation, in which someone had a financial need.  I don't respond to many of those, but in this case, YHWH spoke specifically . . . I obeyed.  I already had the funds when I made the donation, but within minutes, an order came in that exceeded what I had just sent.  We cannot outgive G-d!  Most of us were taught that praying "Thy kingdom come" was asking for the return of Messiah, and I'm sure there is some truth to that, but it was Messiah who first said those words, so . . . I've been asking "Thy kingdom come" in me and in the lives of those for whom I pray, now . . . please.

Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.

A Talk With My Grandson

I come from a very materialistic family.  My great grandparents didn't seem materialistic or at least their lifestyles didn't reflect that.  Both of my Grandpas appeared to see money as a tool.  One Grandpa, whom I recently wrote about was a very giving person, and money was a means to obtain the gifts he wanted to share.  He was also pretty savvy on the marketing promotions, so he did all right.  My grandma, his wife, on the other hand was always focused on making money.  It's rather sad that she spent so much of her life missing events and interactions because of work.  As the eldest grandchild, most of my memories of Grandma involve her arriving late to whatever the family event was, and leaving early to go to work.  Now that she's in a nursing home, she's not working, but she doesn't really remember who any of her grandchildren are.

My paternal grandparents were more of a team, and they enjoyed what their money could buy.  They saved and made wise purchases, but they also enjoyed nice automobiles and vacations.  That grandpa taught me how many CDs you could keep in one bank, before you needed to open up an account in a new bank . . . Money wasn't the "be all and end all," but they were comfortable.  My parents, however; set a very different monetary standard than their parents, one the grandchildren all admire.  My lifestyle is difficult for my parents to accept, so they are relieved that my kids and grandkids have not followed my value system.

Here's how I see it.  I get to go to bed at night, knowing and hearing the Voice of the Creator of the universe.  I don't have to set an alarm, because there are roosters who know the precise moment before daybreak!  I am afforded a leisurely cup of coffee through devotion time and enjoy no pressure to apply make-up, no office dress code, and not fighting traffic on my way to work.  I work from home on the computer, and being out in the boonies, the one down side is expensive and limited internet access, but my definition of expensive and other's may be completely different.  My most materialistic child doesn't bat an eye at spending thousands of dollars a month with nothing to show for it, but chides me about my internet expense.  Now, back to varying realities.

I was a bit taken aback as my grandson described life in a smaller town now.  When I asked him if he lived in a house or an apartment, he said, "We live in a house, a rather nice house."  My response was, Oh, your Dad bought a house?  "No, we're renting.  That way we can live in a nicer house than buying . . ."  I'm giving all this information because the truth of the matter is; I know I have things I would never be able to afford if I had a regular job with a financial focus.

When my grandson mentioned how much he enjoy feta cheese and how expensive it was, I took the opportunity to reel the boy in.  I asked him if he knew how feta cheese was made.  He didn't, so I was able to share with him, the fact that feta cheese was made with sheep or goat's milk.  He then informed me that I could be making feta cheese and selling it.  I told him, I did make cheese, he'd had it and loved it.  His eyes got big as he remembered eating my home made cheese.  His comment was something to the effect of how he hadn't realized G-ma's cheese could make so much money.  My comment was a bit earthier.

We talked that day about how much money people have to make to pay for things G-d really just wants to give them.  We discussed the dollar value for everything I enjoy because this is my work.  As he figured, he just couldn't cross over that line in his mind to the other perspective.  I pray he sees it.  As I hear the price of grass fed beef, non-GMO vegetables, organic produce, free range chickens, and eggs from free range hens, raw goat's milk, specialty cheeses, not to mention being spared the cost of gasoline and stress in daily traffic and the amazing perk of non-fluoridated underground spring water, I've realized I couldn't find mainstream employment that would afford me, the lifestyle I enjoy!

I'm not anti-money, but I am against the love of money.

Does G-d Use Debt?

I personally don't think G-d calls us to something that requires us to be indebted.  I do believe He allows debt, though.  I was determined to be debt free by the age of 40.  Interest rates weren't bad then, so when one of my daughters needed a different car, we did some rearranging, and I ended up "sort of" selling her my car . . . and buying myself a different car.  The interest rate on the loan was actually lower than the interest rate I was earning on my CDs, so I went ahead with the loan, knowing the money was, literally, in the bank.  I tried to convince myself, it was an investment in interest, rather than debt, but I wasn't very convincing.

If I had it to do over again, I wouldn't . . . for a number of reasons.  So, G-d did allow me to learn from that loan.  I made five or six payments and just paid it off instead of carrying the loan.  Even with the money in the bank, a payment just felt like a burden.  The fractional difference in the interest rate wasn't worth it to me.  I'm usually pretty savvy when it comes to figuring and investing, but money isn't really a priority.  I don't want money to be a priority.  I don't want to waste it, and I want to invest wisely, but it's only a tool for my real priorities.

One of those priorities has been to establish a place for remnant believers to live and share in a simple community setting.  Hopefully I'll be fully off grid before "they" take the grid, but until then, I am making plans that folks won't have to go in debt to live off the land.  When YHWH first began leading me to this plan, I didn't live in this area, but I heard Him specifically, when I was on a ministry trip in the Ozarks.  I frequently think of what I heard that week-end, and smile as I consider how truly clueless I was when I first heard Him speak of this.

As the worldly economies merge into one, the buying and selling will eventually become a matter of of eternal consequence.  I truly believe it's becoming very risky to consider debt.  The book of Proverbs contains a very clear statement regarding debt.   The rich ruleth over the poor, and the borrower is servant to the lender.  22:7  As the economy becomes global, we have no idea whose hands will hold the mortgages.  The vision I've seen and shared with some, I'm sharing now sharing here.  My home, the Tabernacle, the garden spots, the orchard, an the milking parlor are centrally located on the land.  The chicken houses are just beyond that to the south and to the west.  Blackberries line the lane to the north, and part of the west boundary, with fruit trees having been planted on the west boundary as well.  There are four fenced pastures on the place, four pens, a pond, and a vineyard is planned for the south boundary.

It's taken some time to develop this, because it's been done without debt.  Fences aren't cheap, and neither are out buildings, although I did get a real bargain on goat sheds.  For those who are called to be a part of this, it will only be a matter of obtaining some sort of shelter, running a water line from the well, and sharing the electricity and internet service costs, while we have them.  I know there are several of these being organized throughout the country, already.  It is my belief, that this will be the remnant's alternative to "smart cities."

I've included a link to a video one of our steadfast contributors made a few months ago on this same subject.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyF3faeS9JE

When I'm Wrong, I Say I'm Wrong

I've always said I don't plan to retire, because I can't find retirement in Scripture, but I am wrong!  The High Priests "retired" after 25 years, with what would equate to a "pension," provision.  Although they were still "on duty" to train the younger ones, their duties definitely changed and were reduced.  From a purely physical perspective, I know animal processing becomes more difficult as I age.  I'm not making sacrifices and I'm not laying claim to High Priest duties, I'm just talking about the physical labor of processing livestock.

As it turns out, I did find a retirement of sorts, for women, and it's generalized for us.  Most agree that motherhood is calling, a career, the most important job a woman can have.  The book of Titus refers to the older women training the younger ones, but just as in the case of the High Priest, the duties change.  I've heard it said, many times that grandmas aren't fit to raise kids, because we're indulgent; and we are.  The truth of the matter is, once a woman is physically past child bearing age, primary child care is and should be in retirement.  We are to offer assistance to the younger generation, and of course spend quality time with the little ones.

In times past it was only in rare cases of death or illness that child raising was left in the hands of grandmas or the older women, but our society has virtually changed that.  There are a number of good "G-d-fearing grandmas" that are raising the grandchildren.  Many women who run day care centers are well past the years of child-bearing.  Paul included in one of his letters that the older women were to be cared for . . .

Having come to YHWH when my youngest child was in their last year of High School, I didn't raise my kids with the values I have now, and I wish I had.  I was working through their childhood and now I realize the benefit of what I could have offered them, had I known.  I believe this is the opportunity for many of us women to turn the ERA back on it's ear and if we can't reverse the trend, we can arrest it!  We "jounreyman mothers" can teach the grandchildren what we wished we'd have taught their parents, but we have to make sure we don't over ride the Fifth Commandment in doing that!

So, I stand corrected regarding Scriptural retirement.  High Priests and mamas do retire, but we don't stop helping the younger ones until our numbered day is accomplished.  I firmly believe, if we do this according to Torah, we will provided a "pension."

Truly Economical

One thing I've truly enjoyed learning about our Heavenly Father is how economical He is.  Oh, I love everything I've learned about Him, but I hadn't really considered His practical side before He moved me to this lifestyle.  He's blessed me immeasurably for a number of years.  Truth be told, He blessed me with much mercy before I even came to Him.  The fact that I was given the opportunity to come to Him when I did proves His mercy and grace.  But G-d commendeth His love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Messiah died for us.  Romans 5:8  

The Creator of the universe does have a practical side and He gets "a lot of mileage" out of one move.  I'm proving my point this week, in the number of references to the herd management.  It's really a simple lifestyle to maintain.  I'd come to appreciate the perpetuity of an agricultural lifestyle.   Since He told me to prepare practically, in just two months, I'm already seeing increase!

I'm actually feeling sorry for those who are just trying to get G-d to bless their dollars.  It dollars are part of His equation for us, they are secondary or even incidental.  This past week, I was given a great example of how a blessing in dollars did fit, but it was long after everything else had fallen into place.  I'm sure everyone is getting tired of my goat stories, but herds and flocks have an economic value all through Scripture.  It's only in recent history that livestock have become more valued for the dollar than their many purposes of provision.  Yet I digress . . .

In preparing practically, I prayed about the buck situation.  Mixing the goat breeds is not against Scripture, so in Jacob style, I want to breed the strongest and most efficient herd.  Since I see real potential in three of the does my two year old buck threw, as well as a very nice buck, I realized the herd would soon need some new blood.  YHWH showed me a very simple way to continue the herd without inbreeding, while still maintaining the blood lines I'm aiming for.  Our Creator is really smart!  So the old bucks went on craigslist.

Several of my goats sold through craigslist, but Jed just didn't move.  The prices must have been good, because no one even tried to negotiate.  Those goats just sold in bunches, all but Jed.  He stayed on craigslist for the month, so when the monthly goat auction rolled around, he went there.  Interestingly, he sold for nearly $50.00 more than I was asking on craigslist.  The electric bill came the same day the check came from the auction barn.  With the commission already taken out, and after the tithe was figured, it was still more than enough to pay the light bill.

I was aiming for obedience in practical preparation.  I was also aiming for a good strong herd in keeping the does and young buck.  So, Jed was born on the place, to the biggest milk producer I've ever owned.  His genetics have been passed on to three does for the herd, as well as a buck that will breed all my new milk goats.  I really just needed him off the place and money was not even a consideration.  Jed was an easy keeper, easy to handle and obviously his quality was seen at the sale.  I'm sure I would have enjoyed the days of barter, but until the electric company wants eggs and milk, I appreciate the fact our Heavenly Father will figure money into the plan when needed.