Irresistible!

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.https://youtu.be/Yo2Vvy86wsc

The Young Woman Who was not Allowed to Get Any Job

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.

    When the Pharisees exposed Mary, hoping she would be
 stoned,Yeshua had rescued her from certain death, but since
 then she had had no work, no work at all.
She had hunted all over town for a respectable job,
 but everyone looked down on someone

who had been a zonah.
It made no difference that she had not

wanted to be one. It made no difference that she had no
 choice;either that or beg,
 and who would toss coins to a
 beautiful young talitha: one that was obviously in perfect
health?

    When she was not looking for work, Mary frequently

trudged behind the Rabboni, Yeshua,
at a respectful distance. 

She esteemed Him very highly, but did not

feel worthy to be seen in His Shekinah.
   But then one evening that had all changed. She got out

her alabaster box of rich ointment
 and cradled it between her hands.
It had taken her a year of careful saving
to purchase the rare perfume.
She knew she could sell it for a good price,

and survive a little longer, but that is not
what she wanted to

do with it.
   “Yeshua,” she whispered, as the tears slid down her

cheeks,” Will you understand what I am trying to do?”
 As she plodded along the empty street,
she had the alabaster ointment carefully concealed
within the folds of her garment.
 Far in the distance she saw a group of men
strolling towards their supper appointment.
She had overheard one of the Hibernim inviting

Yeshua and His disciples for a meal,
 and was determined to offer this rebbe,
 this healer, this most wonderful friend,
 her supreme gift in gratitude
for what He had done for her.

  Her heart squeezed with fear even while her feet took

her closer to the gleaming mansion and she saw the men

disappear one by one through the enormous doors.
 What if ‘her’ Hibernim was within those portals?
She knew it was most probable.

   The porter had left the door slightly ajar to let in the

evening breezes. Mary slipped in, and followed the sounds of

deep, muted voices. They led her to where men were dining

on couches in a massive dining room.
  Suddenly she saw Him, and she had eyes for Yeshua only.

With a cry on her lips, she hurried over and sank to her knees.

Yeshua,” she whispered. “Yeshua, Yeshua!” Oh that He will

know how grateful I am for all He has done for me!

    As she opened the alabaster box for the first time, a sweet

Perfume permeated the air. Someone sniffed deprecatingly and

she heard a critical comment or two but they barely registered.

The tears of adoration and gratitude that flowed down her

cheeks washed away the dust from His feet. With reverential

tenderness Mary lifted each one, and dabbed at them with her

flowing locks until no dust smudges remained.

  There was a lull in the conversation, and Mary looked up.

Yeshua rested His hand lightly on her ankle-length hair, and

then tilted her chin with one finger so that she would look

directly at Him.

   “Thy sins are forgiven.” His voice was so rich, and kindly.

She gazed rapturously into His eyes until He spoke again.

            “Thy faith hath saved thee, go in peace.”

            Somehow Mary found her way to the door,
 clutching the broken alabaster box to her bosom.
She walked back to her house as one in a dream,
 and knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that she
 would follow Him where ever He went, and

serve Him with her whole heart.

Does this sound like a time in history you would like to know more about? If so,
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Unexpected Christmas Surprise

Here's something I came across just by chance so I took a screen shot of it:

Continue reading to see why it excited me so much. Excerpt from: That Book.

There is something so beautiful, sweet and  inspiring about Mary, the mother of Jesus. I can't seem to wrap my mind around the thought that she may have been only thirteen or fourteen when she had Baby Jesus  

That Mary is Fearful

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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.

What Happened to the Twins?

With bombs destroying nearby streets, air raid sirens screaming, and blackout curtains compulsory, Birmingham, England is a fearful place to be, but for a pregnant teenage war bride fleeing to Canada to be with her husband is a frightening option. 

Sailing on a ship with submarines lurking nearby makes her uneasy, but so do more personal fears. Does Randall still love her in spite of the fact she's already pregnant? Will her parents ever forgive her for marrying him? Will he be furious to find out she is expecting twins? Will it help if she gave one up for adoption since he doesn't know she is carrying two? 

Later she discovers that he had been deported from the army for a reason no one is talking about and soon after arriving home ends up in jail also for a mystifying reason! 

Grace has big problems but there is hope.

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A Missive From Mary

(Dear Diary);

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.

In all sincerity, Mary’am (That’s my Aramaic name)

The Cops Are After Us!

  Is this Mary???
The Mary we know?

   




   Now, where did I leave my cell phone? Did I put it back in my purse? I’ve got to call
Mom. The pains are starting and we are still several miles away from Bethlehem.  Surely 

she will know what we should do. I am sure it is just false labour but it would be nice to 
get some advice from a--woman! 

        Joseph is exceeding the limit as it is, and is swerving in and out of traffic. Eeek! I
 see red and blue lights flashing!

       “Joseph slow down! Slow down! It’s the cops!”

Soon the Secret Will Be Out

     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.
    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.
   Now I will step out of the picture and let you quietly read over Mary'am's shoulder.

Dear Diary;

        I am getting a little rounder every day. Only I can tell but soon the secret will be out.

     While I write this Hana is sleepily getting dressed, and when she is ready we need to fill the water jugs at the well.

     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 aant’at, hushed their banter sometimes, although I can tell that some pretend not to listen!

     I really love telling the story of Ruth, but of course, it does not appeal to the boys. I am so glad she is part of my lineage!

   I wonder how Ruth would have felt if she was carrying the secret I am carrying. My, I would love to talk with her; I think she would so understanding.  

 Can you think of a story to share of when a friend in need was truly a friend indeed? Maybe your own sister did something really cool.   I'd love to hear about it in the comments section. 

Look Out Mary!

www.marilynshistoricalnovels.comLook out May'am!
 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.
   Okay, I will duck out of the way, and let you observe for yourself how it is affecting her.

11 Nissan April 3rd

Dear Diary;
 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,

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.”