Love, the message of Pentecost.

YHWH's word, alive, each morning in my ears as my feet pound pavement.

Sweat drips, miles roll by

Heart worships

Hands lift

Eyes close

I breathe in Him, who suffered, died and rose again.

I ponder the disciples, waiting for the Comforter promised.

Omer counted, it's day 50

Spirit speaks, all is Grace, Hold my hand

Arms out

Heart stretches, reaching for Him.

Love speaks.

The blessing, the Grace this Shavot is Love.  The Ruach of YHWH (Holy Spirit) separates, fills, and blesses.

What if the fiery Tongues this Pentecost reflect the birth of Love in the Church?

The house that Love rebuilds, guarding beauty, that lives here still....

It's You and me, me and You

My Kinsman Redeemer

Love, unspeakable Love.

Grace flows down and covers me.

Of Legacy Building

Without warning, Elijah comes on the scene in the Old Testament in 1Kings 17.  Instantly, he proclaims the word of the LORD as it relates to drought.  After year upon year of horrid kings in the Northern Kingdom of Israel, Ahab was now seated on the throne, building Samaria and a temple to Baal.  Ahab had done more iniquity than all the kings before him according to the end of 1Kings 16.

"From where did Elijah's legacy of the knowledge of Yahweh come?" was my first thought this morning upon reading 1 Kings 17.  Where had he learned the Torah?  Where did he worship?  Who poured the sweetness of the knowledge of God into his soul in spite of such ungodly leadership?

After Elijah's proclamation to Ahab, the LORD immediately provides a hiding place for him near the brook where ravens feed him.  The LORD speaks to Elijah again as the brook dries up from drought and sends him to a widow for comfort.

Seeing Elijah, the widow recognizes God in him.  Vs 12 says  As the LORD your God lives.....

Clearly a legacy of the knowledge of God could have been granted this widow as well during such a time of Lawlessness in the land.

In just about every corner of our lives today we can see the lack of God and His ways.  Yet the need remains to raise up a generation who will know and proclaim His ways and Word.

A chance arose in my home this week to practice legacy building.  While talking about a recent need with a friend over the phone, we elected to end our time in prayer together.  Silently, my young one came to my side and placed his hand on my back.

I reached for it.  I drew him close to me.  My girlfriend said Amen and our conversation closed.

Young one says to me, "Mom, is everything ok?"

Taking his sweet eyes into mine, I replied, "Son, you have a choice of things to take from your childhood.  You will have the chance to say, 'Mom and Dad's life was so hard. I'm going to do my own thing.'  Or you can say 'Mom and Dad took all of their victories and circumstances to Jesus and waited for His answer and blessing.'  Which will you choose, son?"

My young one quickly stated, "I choose the 2nd one, Mom!"

I wonder if Elijah and the widow's mothers did the same for them and that was the start of the legacy of the knowledge of His power in their lives?

Children's hearts are so ripe to receive the Seed.
Choosing legacy with you,
Kellie

Ankle Biters: Opportunities of Hope!

We all know about them, don't we?  Ankle biters come in all shapes and sizes at times.  From ants at a picnic to a flat tire that keeps us from making an appointment on time.  Sometimes days come full of them.  My day yesterday was full of ankle biters.  Here are a few of them.  I discovered that I have a couple of nagging vitamin deficiencies going on that need addressed, my painful knee is probably arthritic, a financial issue we've wanted to wrap up for 6 weeks still can't make any headway,  a child spent the day at home with vomiting and stomach cramps,  one child can't seem to tell time when asked to perform a task, I've lost all my notes for the upcoming school year, I can't find the scrapbook album that I need for this weekends crop and on and on the day went.  Whew!  What a day of ankle biters, things that need handled.

I'd wanted to have a day of Bible Study and school preparations for next year.  I even pulled out a new book in the middle of the day in attempt to get started on something to take my mind of the hard day of ankle biters and wound up reading the same page 5 times before I just had to give up and admit defeat for the day.

Then this morning, as I was shining my sink the verse in Peter  came to my mind.  I have a Living Hope!  A smile came to my lips instantly and my heart began to overflow with the mercies of a new day ahead and tackling my to-do list with gusto!

1Peter 1:3  Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His abundant mercy has begotten us again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.

So, my day started, lists made, children set to work, I headed out for my run.  I began to pray, thank Him for being my Living Hope and lifted up yesterday's struggles to Him.  They are the small things in life, yet they are important to the Savior as they are used for refinement in us.  I began to pray about how to write  about ankle biters and could my post sound like anything except whining about a rough day.

Then it happened, that cursed snake!  From the beginning of time a liar and a thief and cursed by God the one who, for a little while, has power and seeks to kill and destroy.  Yep, he was mouth open and ready to strike at my ankle on the side of the busy road I was running on.

I lept.

Protected by my Living Hope, I vowed that I would come home and write about His perfect protection from the ankle biters in life.  The big and the small, the circumstances and living things, all are used for our refinement.  Nothing is wasted.

Now it's time to ice down this sore knee, consider joining a gym that has bikes to ride, and maybe take up juicing for my vitamin needs.

Blessings upon you!

May Update-Motherhood!

Mile after mile I've walked, run, prayed and written more journaling pages, and typed more blogs than I can count.  Today was no exception to my normal rule.  As a mom I'm greatly in need of the exercise for my body and the time to Worship the Savior in my soul to find refreshment, encouragement and instruction.  More often than not I come home ready to sit down and type out a morsel to share on this blog, and as always, I head to some of my favorite writers for some further inspiration before sitting down to do so.  Then it happens, I find these writers and moms I consider friends and kindred spirits have already written it for me.

Yet, while these women who's blogs, talks and writing (and hugs!) inspirer me in my Walk as a wife and Mom, they can't do the job for me on a daily basis.  I have to do that work.  Washing one more dirty dish, one more load of laundry, one more meal to prepare, one more lesson to oversee, one more attitude to train and the list for a Mom goes on and on, doesn't it?  The truth of the matter in my current walk is that I've never been a Mom to 4 growing children, 2 of whom are graduating this year, one a new teenager on the cusp of young womanhood and one rambunctious boy to send off to Scout Camp for the first time this summer.  Did someone say 23 years of marriage is coming up?  (How on earth did that happen?!  Just yesterday we were both super skinny and 20!)

I'm grateful to have the women and mentors in my life that  I do.  I've updated the list of blogs they write on the right hand side.  Head on over and check out all God is doing in their lives.  Be encouraged in the high calling of Motherhood and have your ideals and desires strengthened!  But before you do that, click on the video above and view the pictures from the craziest few weeks a Mom could possibly have.  I've been so blessed to have been the recipient of answered prayers that are shown in the pictures above.

Now I have to take out one more batch of cookies hot from the oven and do one more taxi run for the day.  I love motherhood!  Be Blessed!!!

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