Each Has a Job

 

The other day I had a brief conversation with a young man that I just can't get out of my head. I replay the interaction over and over. I feel like I should be seeing something "between the lines", if you will. A deeper meaning, another layer of understanding perhaps. Writing down my thoughts helps, so here goes. 

We traveled to Missouri to meet with our assembly for Shabbat. Fortunately, my youngest granddaughter was allowed to go with us. She was especially excited to go because she could meet some people she had only seen on video and heard through the car speakers. She knows all their songs and boldly sings them from her booster seat as we roll down the road. These people are the praise/worship leaders of the assembly. They are a couple known as Linden and Ruth of Left and Right Ministries. I ran into Linden in the parking lot. I told him my granddaughter was excited to meet him. He was always a person on a screen, and now he's right in front of her. He responded something like, " I'm not special". I said, "I explain to my granddaughter that we all have a job, and that one is yours". He agreed. 

Now my thoughts go in two directions. First, if I have a choice of who is influencing my granddaughter, I would choose folks like Linden and Ruth over Taylor Swift everyday. One is operating in the gifts and talents Yah has given them, in service to Him. Isn't that the ideal? The other is clearly self serving, striving to gain worldly approval and exhibiting less than righteous behavior, influencing the youth negatively. No brainer! I pray all my kids and grands live their lives operating in the gifts and talents Yah gave them, in service to Him. Therefore, I say Linden and Ruth are special, few are willing to take the path of service over self-serving. Influence away you two beautiful souls. 

Now second thought direction. I was once confident that I was indeed operating in the gifts and talents Yah gave me. I homeschooled my kids and served as youth pastor. That was my spot, my niche, doing what I was called to do. Such a sense of satisfaction, contentment, and confidence. But my kids have been out of the home 8+ years. I haven't served as a youth pastor even longer than that. It's no longer easy to identify my gifts and talents. All my roles have changed. I do have a job in pediatric dentistry that is indeed satisfying and a great sense of contentment. Yet, educating in dentistry is quite different than educating in Biblical discipleship. I often wonder if I am still operating in my gifts, in His service. Of course I cannot speak of the things of Yah openly in the work environment. But walking it out before the world without saying a word would speak volumes for those Yah puts in my path daily. The special needs child and her worn out, frustrated mom who feels the warmth of my patience and encouragement. The toddler who is trying to do big kid stuff, but isn't ready for everything. Patience and some kid friendly explanations help this child to gain confidence. The young mom who just learned her two year old has cavities, she didn't know, no one educated her on this stuff. She feels horrible, judged, and helpless. She too benefits from patience, kindness, and love. My "job" for the kingdom is parallel to my job in the world at this time. I will do my best to recognize that I am doing my "job", and not question my effectiveness in the Kingdom just because it doesn't look like I think it should. 

Doing my job as unto Him

Teresa

Links to Left and Right Ministries. Copy and paste in the search bar.

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLpHSW_0SJbfDQX06W04h6ntUa2gFSSwIS&si=mh-vWoaktGAHeEuo 

My grand daughter's fav playlist 

https://youtube.com/@leftandrightministries?si=MeFx_-SkM6B1gy_V

Their YouTube channel 

Alien Invasion?

 

Have you heard about the drones? News reports the drones are appearing over more and more cities and military bases across the USA and Eutope. Lots of speculation as to who is responsible for the drones, but seems no one really knows.  Are they alien? Black Ops? Iran? Watchers? Regardless of what they are and who is responsible, as a redeemed child of the Most High you have security.

 A great deception is prophesied to come on the earth. A deception so great even the elect might be deceived.  ( 2 Thessalonians 2:3-12, Revelation13, 2 Timothy 4:3-4). I understand this to mean that even those we hold in high esteem for their knowledge, wisdom, spirituality and experience could fall victim to the deception.  Our only life line here is to know the Word of Yah. Listen intently to what is being presented and weigh it against the Word of Yah. Do not waiver to the left or to the right. 

Yahusha told us that His own (sheep) will know His voice. Truly this means to know the Word of Yah so deeply that you recognize when you hear truth and lies. Hold tightly to this, then it will be impossible to lead you into deception.  

As one who studies end times prophecy, I expect a return of the fallen watcher angels with their advanced technologies.  I believe that's partly what we're seeing.  Governments across the earth have received some of this advanced technology and plan use it. Remember we don't struggle against flesh and blood, but against rulers, authorities, the powers of darkness and evil spirits in the heavenly realm. (Ephesians 6:12). BUT!!!! But, you belong to the Most High, marked as His own. You have no reason to fear for yourself. Let your concerns be for the unsaved, the mislead, and the deceived, that they may come to know truth. 

I will include some video links you may glean from or to share with those asking questions about this topic. Copy and paste in the search bar. 

Looking up for my redemption draws near!

Teresa 

https://youtu.be/PaEPvrq5VFM?si=UzI-8Xrd5QoSt2l0

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLKSIiroBiO2cv-lm4vfSPV-lxusRRG9xv&si=YbAMVbgSbDC5QDRi

https://youtu.be/Ks0l_Zpt1xA?si=845uBzihIthTfvh_

https://youtu.be/AmZoJ1vKEKk?si=rIZ5RGzHHJkmmlKT

Supernatural Experiences

I have had a few hard to explain experiences in my lifetime. I know what I know, but sounds crazy when I try to explain it to others. Like that time I was rescued by an angel:

 

This was way back in the 1980's. I was living in Fayetteville NC near Ft Bragg and Pope AFB. It had been reported in the news that summer about several women being attacked along this certain stretch of road. These women were in car breakdown situations when a carload of men would arrive. The women thought they were going to be helped, but instead they were brutally attacked. I had a job in the mall working evening hours to close. This schedule had me leaving work pretty late at night. One evening as I'm driving down that stretch of road the alternator in my car went out. Lights started to dim, car coasts to a stop in the parking lot of a business. Remember no cell phones, I look around, no payphone, no people, nothing but darkness. Then I hear music, car radio, and see headlights heading towards me. But from the opposite direction a car pulls in, the passenger window comes down and a masculine voice says to me, "get in, they're coming for you". 

I was nervous, but walked towards the car. I thought to myself, 'I can't get in that car unless he has a broken leg, I can get away from a guy with a broken leg.' Lo and behold, the man offering me help had a cast on his left leg from ankle to mid thigh. I jumped into his passenger seat just as a car full of men, radio blasting, came skidding into the same parking lot right next to my disabled car. We pulled out of there and my rescuer asked where I live. I gave him my address, he said he lived in my same neighborhood. He took me home and I never saw him nor his car again. I searched for him for months. I know in my knower that I was rescued by an angel.

Then there was the time I heard God's voice: I hesitate to tell this story simply because it doesn't shine favorably on me. I don't recall how old I was, but I was young and stupid. One day I had stopped to visit my cousin. I did this often because he always had marijuana. And I would partake if he offered. This particular visit he had a giant black trash bag of weed. When he left the room I convinced myself that I could take a little and he'd never know. So I put a little pot in a cigarette cellophane wrapper and put it n my pocket. ( See? Not my finest hour.) We visited a little, said our good-byes, and out the door I went. I got to my car and terror struck me. A thunder voice that seemed to be coming from everywhere said, "Take it back". I could see a man mowing grass, but couldn't hear it, I could see cars on the road, but couldn't hear them, no wind, nothing, all other sound was gone, except for the thunder voice. I fell to the ground, my legs were like rubber and couldn't hold me. I was trembling and crying hysterically, I crawled my way back to my cousin's door. He was so surprised to see me in this condition just seconds from walking out his door. I confessed to him my theft and what I had experienced. He said, " first of all I would have given it to you, second, I believe you, third, I know I can trust you more than most, clearly your God keeps an eye on you". 

Everyone remembers what they were doing on September 11th 2001, that was the day I met Satan: I homeschooled my boys. That Tuesday morning was just beautiful in Central Oklahoma, so we decided to take our school work to the city park. We set up at a picnic table across the road from the duck pond. My back was to the road and the duck pond as I was facing the boys, both seated at the picnic table. I noticed the boys looking at something behind me, I turned to see a man sitting on a swing just a few feet from me. He seemed to be listening to the lesson. His being there startled me and I said, "You should have made your presence known, where did you come from?" He said," do you know who I am?" I replied,"no". He said, "I'm known as Satan, and I've been walking around on the earth." He got up from his seat to approach my eldest son. He pointed a finger at my son and began to speak, "you will never..", I cut him off, stood between him and my son and said as firmly and convincingly as I could muster, "you don't speak into my child's life, you need to leave!!!!".  He started to walk away, I turned my attention back to my kids. After a moment I looked up to see where he had gone, he was no where to be seen. He walked toward an open field where people play Frisbee golf, where did he go? He just vanished. We packed up our school stuff and walked back home. I turned on the TV to see the twin towers burning. I'll never forget my 9/11. 

A few years ago I walked into this interesting looking store in a neighboring town. I was thrilled to find a wide variety of dried herbs. I'm looking intently at the herbs when I noticed that each herb bin included a spell. Yes, a spell. Love spells, enemy spells, and more. I thought, 'oh, I'm in the wrong store'. But I didn't want to appear rattled so I continued to make my way around towards the exit when I noticed a full blown pentagram alter with candles and a goat's skull. Still trying to maintain a calm, I hear the shopkeeper lady who has been watching me say, "all the herbs are kosher". That really freaked me out. How could she have known that I'm kosher? What a telling thing to say. I thanked her and left. That's when I realized she knew because her demons told her. Clearly they recognize me as belonging to the Most High. I'm marked. Or at least that's how I understand what happened. 

Could the man in the cast be just a regular fellow? Sure. Could I have imagined the thunder voice? Perhaps, but I doubt I could be convinced of that. Was the Satan character just a crazy guy giving me a hard time? That's possible too, but in such a small town in which that I grew up, you'd think I would have seen him before, and where did he go? I have no other ideas on how the witch/ shopkeeper knew that kosher was important to me, or even that the word 'kosher' would get my attention. Like I said, I know what I know, just sounds crazy to others.

Crazy stories, and they're all mine

A work in progress 

Teresa 

Letter to My Sons

 

To my Sons: Chaz and Caleb (and my grandsons Charlie and Johnny, and Ethan)

Boys, please forgive me for the many times I have failed you as a parent. I have had moments of selfishness, depression, fear, ignorance, and denial,  in these moments I have failed you as your mother. I could have and should have done better. Please forgive me. 

I am beyond proud of you.  Both of you have overcome great obstacles and have grown into good men. You are wonderful dads, attentive and supportive husbands, and respectful sons. You are such a blessing to me. I am grateful to be a part of your lives. 

Do you remember our bedtime routine when you were little? I would read to you, then we prayed together and I said blessings over you.  Such sweet memories. I still pray for you and now I want to say blessings over you again.  May Yah bless you and keep you, may His Face shine upon you and bring you peace. May Yah grant you favor in all you do, with everyone you meet, and everywhere you go. May Yah give you wisdom and good health. But most of all may Yah give you a heart that desires to know Him and to do His will in your life so that you can lead your family into life everlasting.  

Be a strong head of your household. Yahusha/ Jesus taught us that a strong leader is first a servant to those he leads. And I definitely see that quality in you. Draw your family nearer to Yah by your example.  When they can't hear your words of guidance, they can still see you modeling it before them. 

I love you 

Mom