tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18540987251013525752024-03-13T03:47:30.192-07:00Marilyn FriesenThe uniquely inspiring writerMarilyn Friesenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14348873781764850809noreply@blogger.comBlogger740125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854098725101352575.post-24334344717753630722019-04-12T15:57:00.000-07:002019-04-12T15:57:58.194-07:00How to juggle 2 and 3 oranges<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Have you ever felt like you had so many projects going it was like juggling oranges? Oh, we all have at times, I'm sure.<br />
Right now I'm enjoying that heady experience of spring being in the air. It's so much more fun to walk the dog, and wouldn't it be neat if I could run and skip and jump like I did--nope I'm not gonna say how many years ago.<br />
But there are other projects that grab a person's attention, also. Today I am rejoicing because the wildflower seeds in the planter are sprouting. Yes! It worked to plant them in March! Let's see if they actually will shrug off the frosty nights! <img alt="Image result for tiny seedlings scattered" src="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcThyjz81xJly-39a06FzDoWPEwbS-CtrAvJjZfIAV1vXXECo0rvkA" /> Naturally, visions of hot summer glory spilling from that wooden planter are filling my eyes! <img alt="Image result for potted wildflowers freshly sprouted" 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My life is so much like a garden, but hopefully more like a more organized vegetable/flower type. <br />
My days are colorful, to say the least, and yours are too, wouldn't you admit? What cheerful summer project are you pulling towards?<br />
I glance at the computer and think of the stories dancing in my head, but nah, not at this time of year. Some of the other ideas I have are almost as imaginative though. How 'bout making a lily pond where we used to grow potatoes and corn? Wouldn't that be cool? (Quite literally if you fell in.) And what about learning the Green Thumber's art of propagating through taking cuttings? Imagine all the lilacs, roses, peonies and flowering crab apple trees that would magically appear! Don't worry, I won't feel bad if you are rolling your eyes. Maybe just maybe I am too, but hey, dreaming is fun. Let's make something special happen this summer!<br />
And oh by the way, when you want to take a break from one of your hot, sweaty projects you've been joyfully pursuing, make sure you have a tall glass of an icy cold drink on hand and...one of my books. They're found on this website: <a href="http://www.marilynshistoricalnovels.com/" target="_blank">www.marilynshistoricalnovels.com</a>.<br />
I've been trying for hours, seems like to correct the order of the pages. I guess I'll have to go for help, somewhere.<br />
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<li>She teacheth her toddlers to pick up all the toys each day</li>
<li>She brusheth their teetheth and learneth them to do it by themselves while they are yet very small</li>
<li>She teacheth them to go to the potty all by themselves by the time they are 16 months</li>
<li>She readeth Bible stories to them every day without fail</li>
<li>She teacheth them to share and without complaint</li>
<li>She teacheth them to always put clothes away where they belong</li>
<li>She teacheth them to always say please and thank you</li>
<li>She teacheth them to obey-eth without argument....</li>
<li>O.K. okayy, I can't handle any more. And where were you, Marilyn? Well, if the dust would ever settle, you would see me running along way in the distance!</li>
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Dear fellow Christians,
I have been thinking a lot lately about our fellow human beings who call themselves atheists.
Christian Communities are sometimes bombarded with articles by non-believers and it's not surprising that they have been blocked.
But I feel a certain amount of sympathy for them. Not all of them, mind you. Some of them appear to be mud-slingers who have nothing good to say about anyone but I don't know their hearts.
Atheists, like many of the rest of us often have sympathetic, yet hurting hearts and possibly can't understand why a loving God would allow such suffering in the world.
I want to focus on the sensitivity they show, the caring they feel. That is a beautiful thing.
Let's not fight against them and put up a barricade but reach out in love and compassion. Not join them of course, because by doing that we would loose something most precious. Let's not preach or try to defend our viewpoint but just show that we care and listen with an understanding heart.
We also find it hard to cope with all the cruelty in the world but find a comfort in the arms of the Healer and wish they could find Him also.
Non-believers aren't truly our enemies, Satan is.
Sincerely, Marilyn Friesen
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"Yes, good morning to you, also." As usual a dozen or so young hens and one elegant rooster greeted me with a cheerful cackling sound. They were a welcome sight after scurrying through the frost-stiffened grass with my battery operated lamp bouncing beside me.</div>
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Take note of those two Rhode Island Reds still on the roost. They have 'hung out' together longer than any of the others.If they were humans, someone would declare that they had a bond created by adversity. In the early part of summer, I had ten little red hens. One night I forgot to lock them up, and the number went down to nine. Several nights later we went out for night lunch. I thought of them, yes I truly did, but nine thirty is too early for guests to politely leave, especially in this North Country with its long summer evenings. Well, you guessed it. I forgot when we went home.</div>
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We scurried around with our feeble lights, but <i>where were the birds?</i> The dog is barking excitedly behind the chicken house and there lies One Dead Bird. Poor Sheba is hastily blamed, but on calmer reflection anyone can tell you she couldn't have destroyed what appeared to be a whole flock of chickens in one night.Golden Retrievers don't have that kind of reputation.</div>
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We wandered mournfully around, and finally one frightened hen was found huddled in the chicken house. Well, we humans need our sleep whether the rest of the chickens were dead or alive. When the sun rose to brighten the sky, I continued searching and one bedraggled hen ventured hesitantly from behind a huge tree.</div>
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The rest of the flock had totally disappeared, but those two learned to put on their own 'vanishing act'. Late in the afternoon, but long before evening shadows had lengthened those two 'old girls' would fly way up into the branches of the towering Manitoba Maples. They would have regularly spent their nights there, if we hadn't hauled them down and put them in the chicken house..</div>
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Note: Emily and Alice are twins that were separated as newborns.<br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";">"just her size." Sometimes she even dreamed about it. Once her</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";">"I dreamed I had a twinnie, Mommy."</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";">Alice didn't notice the uneasy look on her mother's face when she responded.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";">"Oh, was it a nice dream?"</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";">"I'm not sure. In some ways I liked it."</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";">"Why wouldn't you like to dream that, honey?"</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";">Alice's blue eyes filled with tears.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";">"I wish I had a twin, Mommy. I REALLY do."</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";">Margaret's face grew pale but she kept her voice even. "Why don't you tell me about your dream,sweetheart."</span></strong><br />
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"I dreamed we were shopping in Hal'fax an' I was looking in the windows of a store--I think it was a toy store! And you know what! This little girl was looking out of the win'ow at me! And you know what, Mommy? She looked just like me! Just like me!"<br />
"That was your reflection, honey."<br />
Alice grew thoughtful, then she shook her head vigorously. "No Mommy. She looked just like me but she wasn't dressed like me. She had long, pretty braids, and I don't." She scuffed her navy and white oxford shoe against the ground. "An' Mommy, her dress was different."<br />
You'll find out more about Emily and Margaret in the book<strong><u> Two Mothers, Twin Daughters.</u></strong> Or if you prefer, in the expanded version which I divided into two books; Marita's Misery, and Twins United. Available from <a href="http://www.marilynshistoricalnovels.com/" target="_blank">www.marilynshistoricalnovels.com</a><br />
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Have you ever heard that old saying, "The hurrieder I go, the behinder I get?" Well, one day "behinder" wasn't enough. I was stopped dead in my tracks. Not only was I stopped short, but I was locked up behind a closed door. In a small chicken house to be exact. </span><br />
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Well, what now? How did this every happen and how will I get out? As I strolled around the tiny chicken house, the not-so-fragrant aromas of the occupants assaulted my nose. I eyeballed the screen window but even if I abstained from all honey, which wasn't available anyway, I just couldn't see myself wriggling my over-forty frame through that small opening. Now what?? And where was my husband?? We had just delivered two more roosters to pal around with out little biddies, and silly me, I wanted to sit on the feed sack and watch them for a while. Which I did while hubby brought in the groceries and had a little nap. </span><br />
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I have been thinking a lot lately about our fellow human beings who call themselves atheists. </div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">This community used to be bombarded with articles by non-believers and it's not surprising that they have been blocked. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">But I feel a certain amount of sympathy for them. Not all of them, mind you. Some of them appear to be mud-slingers who have nothing good to say about anyone but I don't know their hearts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">I want to focus on the sensitivity they show, the caring they feel. That is a beautiful thing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Let's not fight against them and put up a barricade but reach out in love and compassion. Not join them of course, because by doing that we would loose something most precious. Let's not preach or try to defend our viewpoint but just show that we care and listen with an understanding heart.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I didn't know saying a simple "yes" could lead to such huge challenges and such a dramatic change in my life. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> You would think that being swept back into the dirty thirties would be dry, distressing and dreadful, but I'm finding it fascinating! When your second cousins gang up on you to write the story of their fathers who were orphaned at an early age, what do you do? Do you say "Nah, that's not my type of writing?" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Well, I tried that, but "repented" a couple years later, and you know what, their story is not a dusty manuel in spite of the setting. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Did <i>you</i> know that one-room-schoolhouse kids used to race down to the creek at recess time to go swimming then rush back more sweaty than ever when the first bell rings?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> I'm sure having a lot of fun writing this book and learning some amazing stuff.</span><br />
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We are going to be swept back in time to the banks of the swollen Jordan. The immense multitude of Israelite's have marched solemnly across although I am sure more than one boy may have picked up a stone to fling at the mighty wall of water. Fearful, tearful faces have lined the walls of the proud city of Jericho wondering, and worrying whatever is going on. Now let us get back to Rehab's viewpoint. If you are confused as to what this is all about, go back a page or two and that will help.</div>
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Rehab returned to the rooftop and visited long with the stalwart, young men. Her cheeks burned however, when she thought of how shamelessly she had flirted with the soldiers downstairs.It hadn't bothered in her the least at other times, but now followers of the <i>true God</i> had come to her for assistance.<i>I would never want them to see me acting like that!</i><br />
After the spies safely returned to their own people, Rehab had made haste to tell all her relatives that they would be protected when the enemy attacked if they would find shelter in her apartment. They took her at her word.<br />
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As Rehab stroked the scratchy fiber she thought of how the Mighty waters of the Jordan had parted. Twas the season the waters would be normally flooding their banks, and hundreds stared as the Children of Israel walked across on <b>dry ground.</b><br />
Rehab's niece tugged at her sleeve and gazed fearfully up at her.<br />
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"When are they coming. Auntie Rehab? When will the Ish-rill-ites destroy this wicked city?"<br />
"I don't know, honey, but watched what they are doing."<br />
"Why are they marching 'round and round the city, auntie?"<br />
"I don't know. I guess their God wants them to."<br />
"Will He keep us safe if we stay in here?"<br />
"Yes, He will keep us safe." <i>As long as we stay with the people of God He will keep us safe.</i><br />
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Even Rahab watched in terror as all the Israelities folded their tents, loaded their belongings and yougest chidren on to carts and merged into one long and solemn line that seemed to reach to the end of the earth.<br />
<a name='more'></a>Her heart pounded erratically and little Gingkra's hand slipped into hers. That settled her somewhat. All her immediate family had heeded her warnings about the Israelites coming to destroy them and were crowded into her small chambers with her. The spies had promised they would leave her unmolested if,and it seemed like a big if, they saw a red cord hanging down from the window on the wall that faced them.<br />
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"Rahab, check to see if the red rope is secure." Rehab's brother -in-law's rough voice jarred her. Even while she was reaching through the casement to be certain the scarlet cord was firmly attached to a hook, she felt her sister Maltayah, Gingkra's mother,slip her arm around her waist and sensed her fear.<br />
Rehab took a deep breath and tried to pray to that Unknown God she had so recently got acquainted with.<br />
"Keep us safe, oh God, keep us safe."<br />
Gingkra reached to be picked up so Rehab sat her on the wide window ledge but kept her arm around her.<br />
"What are they doing?" Even Gingkra's voice was barely above a whisper.<br />
"They are coming to the city."<br />
"But won't the Moon god stop them?" The moon would be full tonight. Surely it's power was at it's greatest right now.<br />
Rehab was staring intently at the vast crowd. What were they doing? How did they expect to cross the river at floodtime? She saw them stop and wait. She watched as the priests, while carrying what looked like a gold covered box step into the water. She felt like she had stopped breathing. Did they expect to swim across? What about their belongings and babies?<br />
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The instant she saw the waters parting she heard screams ricocheting from building to building all along the wall and knew others were also staring panic-stricken as first the priests followed by singers,strode across on <b>dry ground</b>.<br />
Gingkra started to wail but Rehab coudn't hush her so her mother tried.<br />
Rehab leaned out of the window, unaware that all color had drained from her cheeks. Then she saw them; the faces of the spies that had come to her abode. Their faces were noble, calm and serene.<br />
She turned to her terrified family.<br />
"They will keep their word," she said firmly.<br />
Slowly the fear ebbed out of their faces and one by one they sat down busying themselves with mundane things while visiting quietly.<br />
Gingkra fell asleep in her mother's arms, Rechab went downstairs to prepare some victuals, and opened the barred door to peer down the street. Not a soul was in sight.<br />
A strange calmness settled in her heart. She knew God would take care of them, but how, and what would happen to the rest?<br />
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<i> All the armed forces I have ever heard of come unencumbered by family.but these men have their women and offspring along as through they would never consider the possibility of failure in their mission.</i><br />
Rehab found herself with much time on her hands. <i>I will occupy myself with my spinning, although we possibly have very few days left to live.</i> <i>If I am to die, I hope they kill me quickly so I need not suffer over much. I wonder what it is like in the Hereafter.</i><br />
Rehab went to the rooftop to access her winter's supply of flax and saw that there was more than enough to keep her busy spinning and weaving for many days to come.<br />
Just then a gentle knock sounded at the door. Rehab would have missed it had her ears not been keenly tuned to sounds in her entryway. She was used to all sorts of raucous noises in the street below.<br />
She ran lightly down the stairs and peered through a crack in the door.<br />
"Thou art here!" she cried.<br />
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The men looked at her in astonishment."<br />
"Are ye not of the Israelite tribes?" she asked.<br />
They acknowledged that it was so.<br />
How she admired their noble strength and honest eyes. She invited them in and confessed many things including how everyone was terrified of their appearance.<br />
They were still talking when someone pounded at the door which she had wisely bolted.<br />
"Quick you! " she whispered, "Flee! You are not safe here." She thought for an instant. "You are not safe anywhere in the city. But I will hide you! Quick! Up to the rooftop!"<br />
The knocking increased in ferocity echoed by the erratic slapping of sandals rapidly mounting the indoor staircase.<br />
As carefully as she could while in such a great haste, Rehab covered the spies with flax, straightened her dress, smoothed down her hair, and walked sedately down the stairs.<br />
They were nearly banging down her heavy oak door!<br />
"Why art thou being so obnoxious so late as night?" she began to ask haughtily, but was rudely cut off.<br />
"Bring forth the men that have come to thee!"<br />
"Men? What men?"<br />
"They came to thy house! Rehab, don't act foolishly. They have come to spy out all the country!"<br />
Rehab lifted her hands in dismay, and batted her eyed beguilingly at them."There came men on to me, but I whist not whence they are!"<br />
"Tell us, quick! Which way did they go?"<br />
She strolled leisurely over to the table and lifted up a flask of wine. "Have some? " She nodded thoughtfully as if to herself while pouring some of the red liquid into a goblet.<br />
"It came to pass about the time of the shutting of the gates," she drawled in a slow, easy manner and pressed wine to the lips of the most agitated one.He drank unthinkingly, almost convulsively.<br />
She offered the goblet to the other man and her sleeve slid back, revealing a smooth, golden arm.<br />
"Whither the men went, I wot not. Pursue them quickly, for thou shalt overtake them."<br />
The men turned to leave, scarcely remembering what they had been so stirred up about, then blindly dashed off in opposite directions!<br />
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<i> All the armed forces I have ever heard of come unencumbered by family.but these men have their women and offspring along as through they would never consider the possibility of failure in their mission.</i><br />
Rehab found herself with much time on her hands. <i>I will occupy myself with my spinning, although we possibly have very few days left to live.</i> <i>If I am to die, I hope they kill me quickly so I need not suffer over much. I wonder what it is like in the Hereafter.</i><br />
Rehab went to the rooftop to access her winter's supply of flax and saw that there was more than enough to keep her busy spinning and weaving for many days to come.<br />
Just then a gentle knock sounded at the door. Rehab would have missed it had her ears not been keenly tuned to sounds in her entryway. She was used to all sorts of raucous noises in the street below.<br />
She ran lightly down the stairs and peered through a crack in the door.<br />
"Thou art here!" she cried.<br />
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The men looked at her in astonishment."<br />
"Are ye not of the Israelite tribes?" she asked.<br />
They acknowledged that it was so.<br />
How she admired their noble strength and honest eyes. She invited them in and confessed many things including how everyone was terrified of their appearance.<br />
They were still talking when someone pounded at the door which she had wisely bolted.<br />
"Quick you! " she whispered, "Flee! You are not safe here." She thought for an instant. "You are not safe anywhere in the city. But I will hide you! Quick! Up to the rooftop!"<br />
The knocking increased in ferocity echoed by the erratic slapping of sandals rapidly mounting the indoor staircase.<br />
As carefully as she could while in such a great haste, Rehab covered the spies with flax, straightened her dress, smoothed down her hair, and walked sedately down the stairs.<br />
They were nearly banging down her heavy oak door!<br />
"Why art thou being so obnoxious so late as night?" she began to ask haughtily, but was rudely cut off.<br />
"Bring forth the men that have come to thee!"<br />
"Men? What men?"<br />
"They came to thy house! Rehab, don't act foolishly. They have come to spy out all the country!"<br />
Rehab lifted her hands in dismay, and batted her eyed beguilingly at them."There came men on to me, but I whist not whence they are!"<br />
"Tell us, quick! Which way did they go?"<br />
She strolled leisurely over to the table and lifted up a flask of wine. "Have some? " She nodded thoughtfully as if to herself while pouring some of the red liquid into a goblet.<br />
"It came to pass about the time of the shutting of the gates," she drawled in a slow, easy manner and pressed wine to the lips of the most agitated one.He drank unthinkingly, almost convulsively.<br />
She offered the goblet to the other man and her sleeve slid back, revealing a smooth, golden arm.<br />
"Whither the men went, I wot not. Pursue them quickly, for thou shalt overtake them."<br />
The men turned to leave, scarcely remembering what they had been so stirred up about, then blindly dashed off in opposite directions!<br />
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Rehab's arm brushed against a small patch of downy moss when she looked out of the casement at the acres of tents. They were spread out on the other side of the River Jordan. An ant attempted to crawl up her sleeve, but she flicked it off. The moon was brilliant tonight and the worshipers of the moon goddess could be heard wailing and dancing in the streets.<br />
Rehab was deeply impressed by the ordered and precision represented by the rows and squares of tents, so different that the chaos and confusion directly behind her.<br />
<i>They are a people whose caliber is far superior to anyone on this side of the river, </i>she thought almost reverently.<br />
In her type of business she met people from many different nationalities.Many of them did not realize how well she understood their different tongues, and she preferred to keep it that way. For several months now, both foreigners, and fellow-citizens alike babbled fearfully, almost incoherently at times, about the exploits of this so great a people.<br />
" They have risen from the Nile. "<br />
<a name='more'></a>One imbibed stranger had shook a trembling finger at her while making this proclamation. "No one has ever heard of them before, and now they are everywhere! They are taking the world by storm!"<br />
"Nay, they are harvesting the world like wheat," his companion argued. "everywhere they turn they scythe is unsheathed and they fall before them in a most awful slaughter.<br />
He grabbed Rehab and clutched entreatingly at her garment. "What are we to do? Tell me, what are we to do? Even our leaders are cowering in their bed chambers."<br />
Rehab pried his claw-like fingers off her shoulders and brushed them aside." Come, now!" she cried, "What does a man like thyself expect me to do? I am but a women!"<br />
He fell to his knees and grabbed imploringly at her robe.<br />
"Tell me, what hast thought heard that hast frightened thee so?" she demanded, pushing him away.<br />
"That they have turned the River Nile into blood; that in the dead of night, with no man lifting a finger, there was a strange and mysterious massacre. All of the first born of the sons of Egypt never opened their eyes to see the light of another new day, yet these---foreigners---were unhurt!"<br />
"Come, come now, thou art overwrought and overtired. What thou needest is a glass of my excellent wine and a good back rub."<br />
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We've got the sweetest puppies at our place. (New year's babies born yesterday and today.)They aren't goldies but if they are as adorable as their mother, they will all be winners. The mother is extremely cute, smart and healthy. She looks very much like a Polish tetra Sheep dog or Great Pyrenesee but not such a bulky coat.<a href="https://youtu.be/Yo2Vvy86wsc" target="_blank">https://youtu.be/Yo2Vvy86wsc</a><br />
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It must have been a dreadful time for many in religious communities that were low on compassion. Mary was one of those 'unfortunates' who was in an occupation openly frowned on by the religious authorities but secretly supported by the very same people. For reason unknown to us, this young harlot was exposed, and the Pharisees were determined that Jesus (Yeshua) would make sure she was stoned. Here is an excerpt from Jesus' life from His mother's viewpont.<br />
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cheeks,” Will you understand what I am trying to do?”<br />
As she plodded along the empty street,<br />
she had the alabaster ointment carefully concealed<br />
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Yeshua and His disciples for a meal,<br />
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tenderness Mary lifted each one, and dabbed at them with her</div>
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“Thy sins are forgiven.” His voice was so rich, and kindly.</div>
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Mary has gone to visit her Aunt Elisabeth, but in spite of all the enjoyable times, she worried much about how the man she was engaged to was going to treat her now that she was pregnant. The worst he could do was have her stoned. Sometimes Mary's throat would ache with anxiety.<br />
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Dear Diary;<br />
Amen Alleluia El’ Elohim! I am home again, and the best news of all: Yosef is willing to take me as his wife! Yes, you read correctly! Yosef is willing to take me as his wife! I will not be put aside after all! I will not have to endure the shame and awful humiliation of a divorce! I clung to him like I would never let go while the tears rained down my cheeks. He kept caressing my face, and wiping at the tears with his thumbs, saying “There, there, it’s all alright.”<br />
I wasn’t the only one that was crying though. He turned aside once and used his sleeve to dry off his wet cheeks. He confessed that he was also relieved it had worked out this way. That told me a lot about how devoted he is to me, and to HaShem. After we got somewhat over our joyous reunion we sat down on the curved bench in a shady nook, and he told me what caused him to change his mind. It was a dream!<br />
How thrilling! The Lord God, Yahweh, sent an angel to visit Yosef one night in order to convince him to marry me after all.<br />
It makes me nervous to think HaShem is so closely involved in our lives.<br />
Hilde is being more considerate towards me now that Yosef made his decision, and told her about the dream. Perhaps she cannot quite believe it, but if her precious Yosef is happy with me, that is good enough for her. Whatever he does seems to be about perfect in Hilde’s eyes. I wonder if I will ever act that way towards my sons.<br />
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Yaakov, on the other hand . . . (Sigh ... .) Why is he so critical of me? Maybe it would be better not to talk about him. It makes me too upset. It is enough that Hilde is more approachable, and Yosef, my <i>Chavivi, </i>Yosef, is just wonderful! In fact, I wonder if having that dream has made him even more tender-hearted and kind than before.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 19px;">I will always be grateful to my elderly Uncle Zachariah for teaching me to read and write that long ago summer when I was ten. There are some thoughts that are too personal; too profound to give voice to but they must be shared, and writing is the best way.</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 19px;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 19px;">How can I get close to <i>Ha Shem</i>? Yet that is what I am striving for. <i>Ha Shem</i> means <u>The Name</u> and is the most respectful title I know to call The Holy One. We dare not speak His Name out loud but I pray He will pardon me if I write it from time to time. There is something about <b><i>El ‘Elyon</i></b> that is dreadful but I long to have a more meaningful relationship with Him<span class="msoIns"><ins cite="mailto:Mother" datetime="2011-06-06T14:06"></ins></span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 19px;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 19px;"> This week I have been thinking much about the sacred prophecies concerning the <i>Mashiach.</i> What kind of woman would Yahweh choose to be the mother for his Son? It would be such a delightful honour and a privilege! I wish it could be me. Did you hear my tiny sigh? I suppose hundreds, nay, thousands of maidens more honourable than I have longed to cherish the Holy Child as their own, but they were not chosen, so why would I be? We are of the lowliest of the lowly way off here in the plebeian city<span class="msoIns"><ins cite="mailto:Iris" datetime="2011-04-26T14:40"></ins></span> of Nazareth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 19px;"> The Anointed One’s mother would be someone without the many faults that I have! I imagine she will be someone like the virtuous woman our noble King Solomon described many years ago. She would diligently reach out to the poor and needy and in her tongue would be the law of kindness. I have a lot to learn in that area!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 19px;"> I am guessing that the Mother of the <i>Mashiach</i> (what elegant-sounding words!) would need to be some<span class="msoIns"><ins cite="mailto:Iris" datetime="2011-04-26T14:41"></ins></span>one of royal birth so she would know how to groom her Son to become the future King. But I am of the right lineage! David is my ancestor. We have the precious documents that prove our connection right here in our house. They have been passed down from generation to generation and are among our most valuable possessions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 19px;"> Just this one last time I will confess it hurts deeply that I cannot mother <i>Ha Shem’s</i> Son. He must be born of a virgin, and I am soon to be married. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic"; font-size: 10pt;"> Now, where did I leave my cell phone? Did I put it back in my purse? I’ve got to call</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "century gothic"; font-size: 10pt;">Mom. </span><span style="font-family: "century gothic"; font-size: 10pt;">The pains are </span><span style="font-family: "century gothic"; font-size: 10pt;">starting and we are still several miles away from </span><city><place><span style="font-family: "century gothic"; font-size: 10pt;">Bethlehem</span></place></city>. Surely </div>
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she will know <span style="font-family: "century gothic"; font-size: 10pt;">what we should do. </span><span style="font-family: "century gothic"; font-size: 10pt;">I am sure it is just false labour but it would be nice to </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic"; font-size: 10pt;"> Joseph is exceeding the limit as it is, and is swerving in and out of traffic. Eeek! I</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic"; font-size: 10pt;"> Wait! That isn’t how it happened! Let’s get it right, straight off that yellow and</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "century gothic"; font-size: 10pt;">crumbling </span>parchment and peer<span style="font-family: "century gothic"; font-size: 10pt;"> at Mary’am’s own fading script.</span><span style="font-family: "century gothic"; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: black; font-family: "papyrus"; font-size: 10pt;"> from</span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "papyrus"; font-size: 10pt;"> home except </span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "papyrus"; font-size: 10pt;">for the time I went to see Aunt Elisheva, and I dread</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: black; font-family: "papyrus"; font-size: 10pt;">this journey!</span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "papyrus"; font-size: 10pt;"> At least this time I will </span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "papyrus"; font-size: 10pt;">have Yosef with me! What a consolation!</span></b></div>
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Mary'am crept quietly out of her room to write. The dew was cool and damp against her bare feet as she plodded softly through the grass to the stone bench near the almond trees.<br />
She carefully unrolled the parchment, then left it resting on the small, flat rock at her side while watching the sun slowly rise above the horizon. It was such a serenely, beautiful day, and all around tiny birds were chirping merrily.<br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "papyrus";"> While mothers are waiting to fill their vessels, I often gather the restless little ones around me for a story. It is so enjoyable! Will the mothers who used to be so friendly, snatch their children away from me after I show? Will they treat me as if I am unclean, and have leprosy? Will I ever again hear Hadassah or Damaris lisp in their trilling voices, “Mary’am, Mary’am, tell us a story! Tell us a story! You are the bestest story teller!” Isaiah and Titus used to run up also, an' we would sit in the shade of the old sycamore tree. Even the clusters of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">aant’at</i>, hushed their banter sometimes, although I can tell that some pretend not to listen!</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><strong> </strong>What we know, but our innocent, young friend doesn't, is that she is about to plunge into a series of events that will drastically alter her future, and create waves of change throughout the centuries even to this day.</span><br />
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Dear Diary;<br />
My thoughts have been soaring heavenward with a yearning to be one with HaShem especially today because the sky shone like shining molten gold. The whole atmosphere seemed to be hushed as if it is standing on tiptoe in the Shekinah of Adonai, the glorious presence of the Lord of Lords. Many furlongs away the Sea of Galilee is rippling under this same glorious sunset. If it reminds me so much of Paradise here, what must it look like over the waves? I was lingering near our almond tree, which is shrouded with a thousand pink flowers, merged with white flowers. Over my arm hung a basket filled with eggs, since I had just finished collecting them from our sprightly laying hens. Then a dazzling dove swept by. It caught my attention. She was such a bright contrast to the beautiful horizon. As I gazed upon her, I wondered if perchance this would be the time I would see where her little fledglings were hidden. I have been intently watching her for some time now. I was also enjoying the fresh, invigorating breeze against my cheeks. It was sweetly scented with the fragrance of a million early flowers. Then a Voice seemed to float towards me. I don’t know how else to describe it. I looked around but saw no one. There was such a quietness, and calmness in the twilight stillness that I was not afraid; just mildly curious. While my eyes swept the glowing sky and dewy green landscape a marvelous Being appeared. He seemed to materialize out of thin air, but for some reason,<br />
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I was pleasantly intrigued rather than terrified. Then in angelic tones, this glorious creature, who was arrayed in raiment that dazzled like snow, spoke to me. “Hail, you are highly favored, the Lord is with you: you are blessed among woman.”</div>
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Maidens so sweet with your lamps all bright</div>
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Lighting the way through the starry night</div>
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Waiting with music and lilting voice</div>
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Arrayed in garments of finest choice.</div>
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Sundown has darkened the village streets</div>
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Ten drowsy maidens are fighting sleep</div>
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While cheery lanterns are growing dim</div>
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Will they expire ‘ere the groom comes again?</div>
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There’s a delay and the girls slump down</div>
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All fast asleep in their bridal gowns</div>
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Glad shouts are ringing down the lane</div>
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The bridegroom comes make your lanterns shine.</div>
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The girls rouse quickly their lamps to trim</div>
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But some will lament that their oil is gone.</div>
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Oh virgins listen that have to share</div>
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You won’t run out for the Lord put it there.</div>
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The widow's vessels all had enough</div>
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Of oil from God when she but asked</div>
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And you will to for your sister’s need</div>
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It is blessed by God, so please give heed.</div>
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