Maintained

 

I’ll maintain your cause
when you’re afflicted
and bring justice
when you’re poor

and you shall dwell
in My presence
and give thanks
forevermore.

A laid down life has a caring and just God.

“I know that the LORD will maintain the cause of the afflicted and justice for the poor. Surely the righteous shall give thanks to Your name; the upright shall dwell in Your presence.” Psalm 140:12,13 NKJV

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The Secret Place

“You shall hide them in the secret place of Your presence
From the plots of man;
You shall keep them secretly in a pavilion

From the strife of tongues.”  Psalms 31:20

We each have this secret place available to us.

Lord, thank You for the safety you provide for us in Your presence.  And here’s a simple poem . . .

A Pavilion of Peace

source – co.douglas.or.us

We are hidden
in Your presence
from the plans
of men

where only
You matter
and not the harmful
words of them.

Fullness

“You will show me the path of life.
In Your
presence is fullness of joy;
At Your right hand are pleasures fo
revermore.”  Psalm 16:11

Doesn’t “fullness of joy” sound wonderful?

Lord, thank You for making such a thing as being full of joy possible, when we are with You.  And here’s a simple poem . . .

Filling Up

source – newlife.id.au

Joy is one thing
I can still have

while giving everything
else away

for there is fullness
in Your presence

so in Your presence
I will stay.

All The Earth Seeks Him

“And all the earth sought the presence of Solomon to hear his wisdom, which God had put in his heart.”  1 Kings 10:24

All the earth seeks the presence of God, though they may not realize it.

Lord, how we long to be in Your Presence and hear Your wisdom and truth this day.  And here’s a simple poem . . .

Just Because

I want to stay in Your Presence
and never ever leave
just because You are You
and You are what I need.

No problem matters any more
all trouble has to flee
any fractures that have begun
are mended by Your Peace.

Before Bathsheba

“Now it came to pass in the spring of the year, at the time when kings go out to battle, that David sent Joab and his servants with him, and all Israel . . .But David remained at Jerusalem.”  2 Samuel 11:1

We are deceived into thinking we’re alone.

Lord, may I not lose my awareness of just how close You are.  And here’s a simple poem . . .

Still With You

I am within you and with you
I give My Spirit so you know

that I’ll never, ever leave you
this is truth and always so

for when temptation tugs you
in thought or word or deed

you are still in My presence
turn to Me and let Me lead.

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Very Heavy

“Send away the ark of the God of Israel, and let it go back to its own place, so that it does not kill us and our people.
For there was a deadly destruction throughout all the city; the hand of God was very heavy there.” 1 Samuel 5:11

The Philistines could not carry the weight of the ark of the Lord any longer.

Lord, we thank You that the hand that is heavy against your enemies, is also careful to gently lift us. And here is a simple poem . . .

His Own Place

Let the ark and His presence
return to its place

among the hearts of His people
those who seek His face

for His splendor and His glory
cannot be denied

nor shared with any idol
He alone is magnified.

Please Stay and Be Content

“Then it came to pass on the fourth day that they arose early in the morning, and he stood to depart; but the young woman’s father said to his son-in-law, ‘Refresh your heart with a morsel of bread, and afterward go your way’.” Judges 19:5
“So they sat down, and the two of them ate and drank together. Then the young woman’s father said to the man, ‘Please be content to stay all night, and let your heart be merry’.” Judges 19:6

God invites us to stay with Him, glad to know us . . .enjoying our company.

Oh Lord, let me not be anxious to depart from Your presence, but stay and be refreshed as You know I have need of. And here’s a simple poem . . .

Spending Time

I desperately need
what I can only have

by spending
time with You

being refreshed
in Your presence

so You can permeate
all I do.

Inside Israel – July 5, 2011 from Jerusalem

“Hi” and welcome to today’s Inside Israel post. J of Jerusalem shares some special insights and prayer requests today. Thank you for being here and praying for her and Israel. You are a blessing. Now, here’s J . . .

I had the unasked for ‘opportunity’ recently to visit someone in the state mental hospital. It was quite a window into a world that I had not entered since I met Him…for that was the pit that He dug me out of these 36 years ago.
With Him we can go through some awful valleys…but He is WITH us and, by His grace, we walk out of them on to higher ground. When we walk away from Him, as this young single sister has done, the lies spoken in darkness don’t resound against the Rock of eternal reality. What a dark pit! So this young woman had made a serious suicide attempt and had been sent from the emergency ward to a lock down ward in the state hospital nearby my home.
My first visit to see her took me through locked and guarded gates into a serene treed and gardened village of old ‘Arab style’ houses…each one apparently a ‘ward’ or a ‘house’ for about 12 patients. Other houses must have been for doctors, activities etc and there were perhaps 30 (? I’m guessing) houses in the walled off village. But the ‘lock-down house’ was NOT a pleasant one! As I approached it I heard screams and crying. The house itself was a low square cement building with layers of reinforced bars and grid screens over the windows. I approached a locked door, but there was no bell. Someone with a key arrived just as I did and thankfully let me in. I entered an oppressive little sitting room rank with cigarette smoke and noticed that all of the barred windows were up high, not at eye level, so that light came in but you couldn’t see outside except for the tops of the trees and the birds. I learned that the reason for that is that the people in that house are so agitated that even the sight of someone unexpected could cause them to loose the tenuous control that they had. A nurse approached and I told him whom I wanted to see and he took out another key and went through another locked door to find her and bring her to me.
As I waited for her I had time to pray and also to reflect. I had been in just such a place, twice in fact… when I was in my 20s in New York. How mighty is God’s deliverance! There IS no pit too deep or too dark for His Light to reveal His Face…because He, Who walked into death itself and triumphed over it is not afraid of the dark pit of the mind in it’s own darkness, or invaded by the filthy enemy…He has conquered that as well and teaches me to ‘cast down imaginations and every high thing that exalts itself above the knowledge of Yeshua h’Meshiach! Psalm 18 says that “He…came down; and thick darkness was under His feet.”! It continues that “He made darkness HIS hiding-place…” Even in the darkness He expresses Himself, indeed, darkness and light are the same to Him! How thankful I am for His deliverance in my life and so many others…and by faith, for this young woman’s as well!
The staff was kinder then the overworked doctors, and they brought her out and she did allow me to pray with her once during my visits. She was only there for three days (please keep her in prayer as she was released while still not wanting to live) but during those three days I saw some amazing things. She was, on the outside, quite sane compared to the other patients in the house. They were very violent, loud out of control and irrational, which added to the agitation of my young friend’s soul. But as I visited with her I watched other friends, family, and fellowship members visiting with ‘their’ patients and saw such a difference between how things are done here and how things were done where I grew up.
In medical hospitals, I have explained, the responsibility of the hospital is ONLY to care for the patient medically. The family or friends are expected to provide in every other way and the PHYSICAL PRESENCE of caring people is a necessity. They provide water, help you to the bathroom, and basically fill ALL of the needs aside from the doctoring itself. I was surprised to see that it was the same at the mental hospital. The most violent of patients had family running in to calm them, rub their backs and feet, kiss them, wash them, all in the ‘visiting room’. On the last day that this young woman was there, I spent a number of hours with her and watched some of the care that was given. A woman was there visiting her sister. She took her into the ‘public’ bathroom and showered her, combing her hair out nicely and dressing her neatly. All of the other patients and visitors expressed joy ‘Shanit! Yafe meod! At col cok Yafa!’ (‘Shanit! How beautiful you look! You are so beautiful!’) She beamed with delight. Another patient began to wail with fear and two of the visitors began singing a child’s song with her and clapping and soon other patients were singing and clapping and laughing. The second visitor was the sister in law of a religious woman. She had brought her a whole dinner and a prayer book. They prayed the appropriate prayers and the patient wept. The sister in law comforted her. In the background singing arose…prayers. There was an ultra religious young man there and he had a constant stream of visitors from his yeshiva (A yeshiva (plural yeshivot) is a Jewish educational institution that focuses on
the study of traditional religious texts, primarily the Talmud and Torah). I was amazed at the sheer amount of visitors that came to him, two by two without let up. He was just never alone! They came with stories, they came singing (generally Psalms), over and over again I saw two other young man, one on each side of him, the three of them with arms around each other, dancing in the way that the religious dance. It was touching. They were there for him as a community. I saw so much deep and real compassion expressed unashamedly there. In Ecclesiastes 7:4 it says “The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, But the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.” Perhaps The Lord is enlarging the place of wisdom in me for I am have been truly describing a ‘house of mourning’ and now I must rush this letter to make a shiva call… to go to the house of physical mourning.
TWO PRAYER REQUESTS: You might recall that among the Jewish traditions, when a person dies they are buried as quickly as possible, preferably within 12 hours. They are buried in a shroud, not in a coffin. Then the family rips their clothing and sits ‘shiva’ for 7 days. For 7 days everyone comes to visit…to comfort them (hopefully not like Job’s comforters!)…they are almost never alone. And so I must go and sit with my friend Liora Deko. I asked for prayer for them a short time ago. Her husband Alan had a bad cancer. He passed away on Friday. So here are two prayer requests to add to my urgent personal ones: this young single woman who needs to come back to The Lord and find her hope and joy again…and Liora Deko… to come to the knowledge of Yeshua!
AND MY THIRD PERSONAL PRAYER REQUEST: This may be the last letter that I get to write until after the 18th when my sister Charlotte leaves. Thank you so much for praying concerning this visit, which is taking place (after 17 years!) on top of an ongoing unspoken crisis. She is set to arrive this Friday, which is also the day for the scheduled ‘fly in demonstrations’ where backers of radical Palestinian groups plan to fly in to the same airport as my sister in a further attempt to initiate the fall of our country. Through my dear friend who is also the ambassador to America, my sister and I received a letter to passport control introducing her requesting her entry to the country without question J. I am asking for prayer that I will be at peace in my heart, not tense during the 10 days that we have together…and that she will see Yeshua and love Him! Also that her heart will be knit to this land which is calling her home to this land. Please pray for peace in our home and…well…you know! ALL of it!
Thank you for your prayers for our nation, and for our family. May His grace and mercy lead us only always to Himself for His glory! Lovingly, your sis

ani b’derek

Wanting More

“And Joshua spoke to the house of Joseph – to Ephraim and Manasseh – saying, ‘You are a great people and have great power; you shall not have one lot only, (Joshua 17:17)
but the mountain country shall be yours. Although it is wooded, you shall cut it down, and its farthest extent shall be yours; for you shall drive out the Canaanites though they have iron chariots and are strong’.” (Joshua 17:18)

The children of Joseph were wanting more than one lot and portion of land. They just might not have expected their “more” to bring with it the challenges it did.

Lord, as I seek more of You, let me not be intimidated by the work and challenges it brings. And here’s a simple poem . . .

Blessed With Him

We are blessed
in His presence
where we’re closest
to His heart
so we might find
in life’s hard moments
that we are blessed
most of all.

Inside Israel – love from Jerusalem

So glad that you could stop by and take a little look inside Israel. 🙂 J of Jerusalem shares some of her personal experiences and how Messianic Jews can be viewed at times. Thank you so much for your prayers for her, her family and the nation Israel. Now, here’s J . . .

Dear Sisters and Brothers in Yeshua. May HE be blessed and glorified, and may you each be blessed!
Blessing…I always get a picture of ‘joy’, ‘fullness’, ‘all needs met’ when I think of Blessing…and it has been (and still is) a long journey between understanding BLESSING in the Spirit rather than the flesh. “In His PRESENCE is fullness of Joy, and at His right hand are pleasures for evermore.” Psalm 16:11. That is the verse that our younger daughter was given when she was born, and why her middle name is Joy, which I still believe will one day characterize her life. Right now I have an unspoken but serious and critically, urgent prayer request for her, so that includes all of us. I am learning that I am Blessed in His presence even during devastating personal crisis’. Blessings…His gift of His Presence with us ‘in the midst’!

I had intended to write this letter a week ago today, when the story I’m writing about happened, and to alert any of you who may not be aware of the ‘flotilla’ approaching Israel right now of the need to pray for this land, but our personal crisis has kept me from writing at all. I will try to share it and hope that it isn’t lacking in freshness.

I have told you in the past that our older daughter and family have moved to a beautiful ‘moshav’ in the (Judean) hills surrounding Jerusalem. For those of you who may not remember, a ‘moshav’ is a small rural ‘village’. It is agricultural by nature and communal as well. It differs from a kibbutz in that members of a kibbutz own nothing of their own…not their houses, cars, kitchens, money, all is communal and distributed as needed. On a moshav, people own their own ‘things’ but also many (not all) work communally, sometimes in agriculture, sometimes just as neighbors. It is a warm atmosphere. Like a kibbutz, the moshav is run by a council. Our kids rent part of a house there and they had to be approved by the council before being accepted. It is reminiscent of the small Alaskan village that our children grew up in…except … warmer J.

I generally travel there to help out with the children on Wed (my day off from work). My ‘pattern’ has been to begin by taking Little Asher out for an hour walk around the moshav and let our daughter get some time to do things alone. I have enjoyed walking the small rural roads past the amazing homes and small farms, horses and fruits, feeling the wind and enjoying it sing through the trees. It is a good time to pray and sing without the distractions of the city and it is wonderful to be free to sing out loud so freely again.

Last Wed as I was on this walk, I passed a small home. There was a woman, about my age, outside. “Boker tov!” (Good morning) I greeted her. “Boker Or!” (Morning light – this is the answer given to ‘Good morning’) she responded with a smile. “Is that your Grandbaby?” Happily I answered “Yes! My latest. My daughter and her family live down the road.” I went over to introduce him to her. Her name was Rivka and I admired her ‘meshek’ (small farm). ‘Well, I’m out here trying to pick some ‘shesekim’ (a wonderful little hearty fruit that I never saw before moving here – it’s related to a ‘loquat’ – here is something about it from ‘google’ describing it:

Shesek…
The most delicious fruit on the planet. It’s smaller than an apple, but bigger than a grape, and orangy colored. It has between 2 and 5 pits inside. It tastes sweet and slightly tart and is very juicy. The dictionary translations are loquat or medlar, not that it helps. Try some. They come in containers and are sold by the kilo in Israel.

(so now you have an idea of what she was picking but I diverted from what she was saying). ‘I’m too old for this. Can only do a bit at a time now.’ I countered ‘Nonsense! You are amazing!’ We were immediate friends! ‘So, who are your children and whose property do they live on?’ When I told her she said ‘OH! I just LOVE her! She is such a precious young mother, and here you are, her mother!’ She told me that her parents came out of the concentration camps and she and her sister were born here, in the tents that were set up for the refugees. After a few years, her family was given a piece of land (the one I was standing on) on this moshav, along with scant building supplies…shovel, and not much more.

She said that it was just barren ground and they had to start from the dust, but life was so good then and full of hope even though war was a constant given and no one had anything. ‘But everyone shared!’ she told me. ‘There would be one table in the center of the moshav and if any of us had any food we would just put it on the table and who ever needed to eat would eat…and no one wanted to deprive someone who might need the food more, so there was such generosity. ‘She told me with joy ‘We didn’t need any cars or all of this technology. We worked as a family and we laughed and we loved each other. Young families now have it so much harder…they run and work and run and work and they don’t work with their hands in the fields, they seem to think that they need so much ‘stuff’…it’s sad to see.’

Another lady came out of the house to see what all of the noise was about. ‘This is my sister Sarah. She has a brain tumor but she is wonderful and just acts like nothing is wrong at all.’ I smiled at Sarah who smiled back ‘Well nothing IS wrong!’ she said with a smile and assurance. ‘It is ALL in His hands’ (she said pointing up). ‘When my time is up, it’s up, but it’s ok. My life has been good.’ Rivka piped in again ‘She believes in God. I don’t but she does…but that’s ok. We live in the best country that there is. You can be a Jew here and be free, or a Christian and be free, or a Moslem and be free, and you can believe as you like. I was a school teacher but I had an aneurism and don’t have to work anymore. And look! I had no damage!’ She smiles. Sarah joined again ‘You see? It is ALL a miracle! And this wonderful country is a miracle! And we are too!’ I agreed heartily and said ‘How else would WE have been here except that it is written in the prophets Isaiah (Yeshiahu) and Jeremiah (Yeremiahu) that we would come home from the ends of the earth, and look, here we are from the most North West place on earth! Yes, I do believe that it is a miracle, and I do believe in miracles!’ Sarah smiled. They both DID look amazingly healthy and spry for people with such health problems!

We went on for quite awhile talking about Israel, her history and people and we struck up a very nice friendship. I told them how much I loved the beautiful moshav. ‘It HAS always been a wonderful place to live…but now I hear that there are some of these ‘messianic believers’ living here. That’s not good. They must go. That will ruin the moshav. I can’t imagine how they can believe like that…can you?’ Hum…I looked at her with, I can’t imagine WHAT kind of expression on my face, and slowly said something like ‘Uh…well… yes…’ Rivka looked at me and her hand flew over her mouth ‘Oh! I’m sorry! YOU are one of them? I didn’t mean to offend you!’ I told her ‘Yes, I am but I am not offended, I know that it can be hard to understand…’ From that point it was difficult to get a word in edgewise as she told me why it is IMPOSSIBLE to believe that way. Praying for wisdom over the LOUD beating of my heart I was only able to share that MAN had never shared with me the gospel or I wouldn’t have believed, but that I had met Him Face to face.’ I THINK she heard that, and since our hour long conversation came to a close shortly after, I can’t but help wonder what is up ahead.

I returned to our daughter’s home a bit sheepishly and related the story to her. She told me that it was odd as lately there had been a sudden murmuring against believers on the moshav, where there have been families of believers for over 20 years. She asked me to ask YOU to please pray for them and the children that they will continue to be welcome for who they are. Persecution is promised to all of us, but I am asking The Lord to have mercy as they have been through so much and are not yet particularly strong. I emphasize that there IS NO FEAR, we just don’t want to be out of His will through lightly spoken words not led by The Spirit that will bare no fruit for the kingdom.

I must close this but as most of you stand in prayer for our nation and people; there is much tension and discussion concerning the flotilla that is approaching our shores, filled with hate toward Israel, to break the Gaza blockade. You may recall that after the fiasco concerning the last flotilla, our relations with Turkey were broken and there has been added hostility against us throughout the world. THAT IS THE AIM OF THESE ACTIONS…HOSTILITY AGAINST ISRAEL.
There was also an ultra-orthodox, nasty demonstration here in the city against a believing family in a different neighborhood from mine(similar to the ones that have taken place in Arad over the years). The police and media tend to turn a blind eye when it is against believers. May we be true to Him, walking in His Spirit and not moved from being focused on Him alone.

Thank you for your prayers for our nation and people and the body here…the building of the temple. Thank you for your prayers and love for our family. God BLESS you!

(ps: I want to pass along something that I received from a friend who apparently received a convincing email with a close friend’s name posted. It was a SCAM asking her to send this friend money. I JUST WANT TO LET YOU ALL KNOW THAT I WILL NEVER ASK FOR MONEY! SO…if you EVERY receive an email with my name on it requesting funds, please ignore or report it.)

ani b’derek

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