Family Word 2017 :: and reflective

First a bit of reflective, oh the places He has met with us this past year, on the mountain tops and in the valleys. He has been there through it all. Many times I have prayed to seek His face and not just His hand in my life, and in my remembrance I believe this past year I have been blessed to have seen both.

There has already been sharing's here about the year my husband went to Israel, that was twenty fourteen. Sharing's here and there, little bits of life, of joy and of pain... or forgiveness, the human consequence of sin, of redemption and of healing. In twenty fifteen, my husband lost his job and we went six months with no work... to have in twenty sixteen a lesson learned, a season lived semi displaced and three total moves. Ending it with complete restoration of his position prior to going to Israel and a home for our family. Now filled with a hunger to live {LIFE} with joy and intent.

Yes, Steadfast, was our word in twenty fourteen, and with all of our words it obviously was chosen prior to the year unfolding. Faith – Emunah was our mark for twenty fifteen, followed by Tikvah – Hope in twenty sixteen. There in each of them, our Creator came to meet us... but why am I sharing all this. Because words matter. Quite possibly setting the tone for the year?

Think about it, Abba created all this with Words... and how many times in Scripture do we read about the importance of what we say? We can bless or curse. Speak life or death. Honor or dishonor. The list is long, and the impacts are both physical and spiritual. I was once told that 'what you say comes back to you, and what you write down will come to pass'. I am not sure if I would fully agree with the statement in ever aspect of life, but I have seen the principle bare weight... more times than not.

Now arriving here in twenty seventeen, in a warm place to call home. Finding myself still saying “we made it, by His grace we made it here.” But where is here exactly... what will all of past our lessons be for, have we learned what we were suppose to learn? Still - I will trust and walk on into this new year, with a new word and a renewed focus on living. May this year be dedicated, disciplined, narrow pathed and may we be trained by the Word of YHVH/Yeshua.


Chanak – 2017 Word of the Year

~ Blessings!

Creating a Simple Mezuzah :: writing on the doorposts

I found it! It survived two years in a box and over fifteen hundred travel miles... the smallest of things can mean so much to one's heart. You see home, isn't home until we hang up our version of the {Mezuzah}. Mezuzah means 'door posts' in Hebrew, and it often contains the portion of Scripture that is referred to as the Shema. See Deuteronomy 6: 4-9 and 11: 13-21.


Our family chose to type up the Scripture referenced above and add the Ten Commandments. Beginning with "I am the LORD your God... " as number one. Then we printed our door post reminder out on card stock and framed it for our wall - near the door. You can also see the Mezuzah my husband purchased when he went to Israel. A trip that changed his life on so many levels...


We are going to hang both, in respect and honor for the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. Another reminder of the price Yeshua {Jesus} paid for Redemption. Knowing that what we think and do is so reflective in our relationship with Him.


Simply the Word - written for our going out and our coming in. 

~ Grateful! ~

Again :: another Chapter in my Grace Story

Maybe I should have titled this post with some words about restoration, and gratefulness. But then again may be not... though restoration has been prayed for and of course, restoration has happened.

{because all prayers are answered}

However, most times restoration doesn't always look like... well - exactly like things were, you know where everything goes back to the way it was... He loves us too much to do that.

{and I am most-definitely grateful}

And I have come to a place where I am at peace with how our lives are starting again. Did our lives ever really stop? I know the answer is no, but I also know that all vineyards need pruned and human-ness happens with consequences. Yes. I am {In} Shalom with this next chapter of my Grace Story...

If I told you my story
You would hear Hope that wouldn't let go
And If I told you my story
You would hear Love that never gave up
And if I told you my story
You would hear Life, but it wasn't mine

So here we are. Residing in our first ever big city apartment house, um - yeah... country moves to town! This is 'so not' my style or my roots, but I know it's 'a means to an end'... a resting place to gather strength for the goal. And I know the Hand of my Father was and is in it.

If I should speak then let it be
Of the grace that is greater than all my sin
Of when justice was served and where mercy wins
Of the kindness of Jesus that draws me in
Oh to tell you my story is to tell of Him

Y'all a thousand square feet is humongous, when you have lived in roughly three hundred and fifty square feet or less for over two years. This place has a fire place and a balcony... and we are supper excited to walk in this next season. Being intentional and gleaning all we can while we are here. Next month begins my digital camera classes and herbal courses, and we have already started pinning balcony gardens!

If I told you my story
You would hear victory over the enemy
And If I told you my story
You would hear freedom that was won for me
And If I told you my story
You would hear Life overcome the grave

Yes, I am ready. We are ready. Moving forward and living... making a home, picking a college and building relationships. Looking for land within this common wealth, and still singing my Hallelujah!

By the way, about that camper... the home on wheels. I have decided that it's too much for me to deal with right now, and frankly I have learned why I desire a pull behind or tent. 

{saving that for another day}

So it's farewell to the Tipsy Gypsy... and hello to I am looking for a Subaru.

~ Blessings!

* Song lyrics are from My Story by Big Daddy Weave.