Thursday, January 31, 2019
I designed and started work on this blanket 8 days ago. The brightly colored crochet bars remind me of stained glass. The finished squared swaddling blanket measures 37-1/2” x 37-1/2 inches.
MOD STAINED GLASS STRIPED BABY SWADDLING BLANKET
Materials: Sport Yarn in these colors – 2 skeins Blue, 1 skein EA Yellow, Red, White, Black; crochet hook size F/5, tapestry needle
BLUE: With blue, make a chain of 170; turn and work 168 dc across. Ch 2, turn
Rows 2 – 3: Dc across; ch 1, turn.
Row 4: Work 1 row sc across; ch 1, turn.
Row 5: Work 6 blue sc – join black (do not cut blue yarn – you will begin to carry the blue up the sides as you work blanket) and work 1 sc, 1 long sc (work a long sc by working a sc into the corresponding sc of previous row), *2 sc, 1 long sc* across row – end with 1 long sc, 1 sc; attach a second ball of blue, working 6 blue sc to end; ch 1, turn.
Row 6: Work 6 sc with blue, then with black work regular sc’s across row, ending with the last 6 sc’s worked in blue; ch 2, turn.
YELLOW STRIPE: Row 7: Work 6 blue dc – join yellow (continue to carry the blue up the side) and dc cross row – ending with 6 blue dc; ch 2, turn.
Rows 8 – 9: Repeat rows 2 – 3, keeping the 6 sts in EA side edge blue.
Row 10: Repeat row 4.
Rows 11 – 12: Repeat rows 5 & 6.
RED STRIPE: Row 13: Work 6 blue dc – join red (continue to carry the blue up the side) and dc cross row – ending with 6 blue dc; ch 2, turn.
Rows 14 – 15: Repeat rows 2 – 3, keeping the 6 sts in EA side edge blue.
Row 16: Repeat row 4.
Rows 17 – 18: Repeat rows 5 & 6.
WHITE STRIPE: Row 19: Work 6 blue dc – join white (continue to carry the blue up the side) and dc cross row – ending with 6 blue dc; ch 2, turn.
Rows 20 – 21: Repeat rows 2 – 3, keeping the 6 sts in EA side edge blue.
Row 22: Repeat row 4.
Rows 23 – 24: Repeat rows 5 & 6.
BLUE STRIPE: Work 3 rows dc across row and 1 row sc; then repeat rows 5 & 6.
Repeat the pattern as established until there are 5 yellow through white striped strips total. End with a top edging of 4 blue dc rows and 1 blue sl st row. Weave loose ends in neatly on the backside of the blanket.
This chapter of Scripture is very special to me concerning 3 special occasions: my husband’s literal resurrection – entirely the loving compassion and grace of Almighty God, Who is the giver and restorer of life; in 1981, my husband was declared dead after a 25 minutes attempt of failed CPR by TWO different ambulance teams, as well as the homeowner where he died before the ambulances arrived. My husband immediately gave his life to Yeshua following the resurrection. What a happy day!
The other 2 occasions are our grandchildren: Alyna was a true blessing and a living witness of His faithfulness to hear and answer prayers, as my daughter was told at age 16 during a physical exam that she would never have children of her own. But I refused to believe that report, and as soon as we left the doctor’s office I told her as much; and later at home I started praying and getting busy on a baby layette for my future grandchildren ;-) By the time our granddaughter was born 4 years later, I had put together a 100 piece layette of hand knitted, hand crocheted, and a few (less than 10 things) store bought things that caught my eye! In 2002, our daughter had ovarian surgery to remove grapefruit sized cysts that could morph into cancerous growths – 1 ovary was totally removed, and the other had cysts removed and left in to keep her from being thrown into early menopause, being told, that the ovary was worthless as far as pregnancy was concerned: it would, hopefully, stave off the early onset of menopause, but it would not produce viable eggs for pregnancies and would have to be closely monitored for the recurrence of cysts. We all mourned the loss of future children/grandchildren. Then in 2014 our family was shockingly blessed when our daughter got pregnant with and delivered a healthy son/grandson named Azariah! It was a risky pregnancy, but Elohei was faithful to my prayers that went up sooooooo long ago for grandchildren :-D
I am gratefully thankful that my husband, before he passed into glory in December 2018, was given a new lease on life in 2018 and was able to see, hold, and enjoy his grandchildren before he was called home to the Heavenly realm a few weeks ago – and I am as equally grateful and thankful that they got to see, cuddle into his arms, and enjoy him before he was called home. This is Elohim’s legacy to us.
Elohim is faithful to show favor to those who honor Him with their lives.
THE BOOK OF ROMANS ~Chapter 4
As to Abraham, our ancestor after the flesh, what shall we say that he found? For if Abraham was justified by his works, he had something to boast about, yet he could not do so before Elohei. What does Scripture say about him? It says, “Abraham believed Elohei and that was credited to him as justification” (Genesis 15:6).
In case a man works, his pay is not considered a gift but an obligation. But if a man has no good works to his credit but believes Him Who justifies the ungodly, his faith is accepted for justification. David said as much when he described the happiness of the man who is justified by Elohei, apart from his works: “Blessed is the man whose transgressions are forgiven, and whose sins are covered. Blessed is the man against whom Adonai will not record any sin” (Psalm 32:1 & 2).
Is this happiness, then, for the circumcised only – or for the uncircumcised as well? In the case of Abraham we have heard that it was his faith that brought his justification. When was he justified? Was it after he had been circumcised, or was it while he was still uncircumcised? It was not after he was circumcised, but before. He received circumcision as a sign, or token, of the justification he had by faith while he was still uncircumcised, thus to make him the father of all who believe without being circumcised but who nevertheless receive justification. And, likewise, he was made to be the father of those who are not only circumcised, but who are also Believers such as father Abraham was even before he was circumcised.
The promise made to Abraham and his descendants – that they should possess the Earth – was given, not because of their keeping The Law, but because of justification by Faith. For if those who live under The Law are to be heirs, then Faith has no value and the promise means nothing. For where there is law there is wrath, but where there is no law there is no transgression.
It all depends, then, on faith in the promise made as a matter of grace and guaranteed to all of Abraham’s later generations, not only to those who hold to The Law, but also to those who have faith like Abraham’s. He is the father of us all. So it is written, too, “I have made you a father of many nations” (Genesis 17:5). This promise was made because he believed Elohei, Who can restore the dead to life and can call into being things that do not exist. So Abraham kept on hoping when hope had failed, for he believed that he was to become the father of many nations, as he had been promised, “So shall your seed be” (Genesis 15:5).
Even when he was about 100 years old, being as good as dead, and even though Sara was far too old to bear children, his faith did not weaken. He did not through unbelief question Elohei’s promise, but remained strong in The Faith, giving glory to Elohei. He was absolutely certain that Elohei was able to do what he had promised to do. Therefore, this faith was counted to him for justification.
But this “counted to him for justification”, was not written for his sake only. These words apply also to us. They will be applied to us if we believe in Him Who raised our Adonai Yeshua Ha’Mashiach from the dead. Ha’Mashiach died for our sins, and he was risen again for our justification.
Tuesday, January 29, 2019
Woke up to a cold bedroom this morning. So I checked the temperatures gauges and saw it was 32-degrees outside; lifting the window blinds I saw that there was frost everywhere – on everything: plants, grass, rooftops … you name it, it was shiny with a silvery coating:
I noticed this cloud formation last night, and should have known that there would be frost this morning because they seemed to me to be a mild version of snow clouds, and we did get snow last year at the end of February: we rarely have snow for Christmas here in this region of the PNW – but we usually get it towards the beginning of Spring if/when we get it …
After I got my first cup of coffee, and the cobwebs across my eyes and my brain receded, I logged onto my Blog and reviewed posts from 2016 to current date; it was bittersweet as I relived times with my husband – the readings made me laugh and cry interchangeably. My husband was a good, and Christian man: I miss him, and I will always be grateful to Elohim that he was such a huge and vital part of my life here on earth.
Today’s goals are to sit in my husband’s recliner and not let it become a hindering sorrowing issue, and to pull the sympathy cards & put them away – now that I have started going to the Grief~Share meets, I do not want to be surrounded by mourning at every turn in my present life, especially in our home where I spend the predominant part of every day. Going to the meets and sharing and caring with the people there is enough grieving, and sometimes I wonder if even that is what I should be doing. Everyone says that going to the meets is a step towards getting back on track with the life I am left with, but we’ll see. Sitting around watching DVD’s of people (supposedly grief counselors, as well as grievers) STILL stuck in their grief after YEARS of losing a spouse, a child, or a parent doesn’t seem like ‘moving forward’ to me. But I have paid the $20 for the booklets – another unknown expenditure – and the people meeting together do understand what friends and family do not, so I will stick it out until May; I just am not sure it is actually “beneficially healing” in the long run:
These meets may be fine and mean well, but in real times of hard times … I turn to Yeshua and lean on Him because He is really the only One that can really comfort, lift me up, and heal:
Last night, while working on another donation baby blanket for the local hospital’s beneficiary Medical Foundation, I started thinking of how many times since we started our lives together that Elohim has showered Hubs and I with great favor and mercy – there has never been a time in our lives together that Yeshua has not been with us every step of the way; including Hub’s final days at OHSU …
Our Wedding Pic, August 27th, 1974. We are not fancy people – we just wanted to start living our lives together … so we did ;-)
44 years later we were still living our lives together – facing life-changing decisions together: this is a picture of my husband contemplating what Drs had just told us and knowing death was a real possibility, firmly putting his life in the hands of Elohei; no matter what the outcome. A little less hair as he aged, but bigger faith as he matured. Though his stomach was bloated, he had by the time this pic was taken, lost 65 pounds.
Taking selfies wearing one of Hub’s thermal shirts and trying to figure out his smart phone – still under contract, so I figure I may as well get use out of it; so I am trying to learn all the device features. This feature is one of them - LOL I figured out the video making feature last summer before all Ron and Candy's ridiculous hell broke loose and destroyed our lives ... I have lost 25 pounds. I asked Elohim to help me lose weight - I never thought my husband's death would be the way it would happen.
Looking at the pictures of us shown above, it may be hard for some to imagine that we are the same people because our appearances have changed as we aged over the past 44 years; but in our eyes, when we looked at each other, we always saw the young carefree couple in the wedding picture. And I chuckle every time I see myself wearing these glasses. Hubs saw these cat-eye glasses on a display rack last time we were in the eyeglasses place, and jokingly asked what I thought of them and if I would wear them; I LIKED them as soon as I saw them, so I said, “You bet!” And bought them ;-) They fit my creative and imaginative artsy-fartsy personality (). And I think he knew that too :-D Still not a lot of gray in my hair … but Hubs did comment before he passed that he was seeing more and more gray showing in my hair after the hospital ordeals began.
As it is so nippy outside, I figured I needed to eat something a bit more fortifying than a hasty bowl of dry cereal/milk, so I cooked up a small portion of basmati rice (tastes so good! And smells good too) and mixed it with the 5-Bean Soup I made the other day:
Well, fed and sitting in “the recliner”, I suppose it is time to get back to work on the baby blanket. Hopefully it will be finished in a few days …
Saturday, January 26, 2019
This reminds me of the time we bought a house over on Merritt Drive (westside highway) and my husband rototilled me a HUGE garden spot with my chicken coop at one end ;-) I decided I needed composting worms, so I ordered a composting bin and a pack of red wringer worms to fill it with. When the bin and worms came one late afternoon, Hubs was driving the night-shift hours ... and it was raining outside: so I set the bin up in the garage and put my worms in it thinking I would move it out into its chosen placement in the bearded Iris' flowerbed next to the house tomorrow morning when the rain let up. I felt proud of myself for getting the bin together with no hassle - I was feeling real accomplished ;-)
When our wolf (YES - a real wolf: half timber and half gray wolf; she was beautiful) indicated she needed to go out, I opened the door and flicked on the overhead light AND SAW WORMS EVERYWHERE! Those squirmy things had escaped their bin <:-O The house had been raised 6 feet off the ground, so they could not have gotten into the house, but they managed to get all over the garage floor! So we went down the stairs and tiptoed around the worms so as not to crush them and I let Precious out to do her thing ... and I promptly moved the bin outside, running back into the garage to gather up every worm that escaped - those things are FAST! Who knew? After 20 minutes or so they were all back inside the bin and Precious was back inside with me. What a night to remember :-D :-D
Hubs laughed when he got home and I told him about it. He also knew the worms would have escaped ... as they did. But he didn't browbeat me about it like some men would have done - he was good about stuff like that: he just laughed and hugged me and knew I had learned something I would not repeat again.
And I am thinking I will build this worm tower ... or 2 or more ... and put it in my garden boxes here. I am sure that Bob will be looking down from Heaven, watching me try my hand at this - and smiling with approval. I am going to do my best to make him proud ;-)
WORM TOWER LINK: https://wnew3.blogspot.com/2016/02/how-to-build-worm-tower.html?m=1&fbclid=IwAR1Wh1uxkSmt2yz4ncfIO9xCSMnzIZNzTSX62zTxy1gP7kn1-GH6T33SgNw
Friday, January 25, 2019
Help me Elohim.
Seriously; I need help in humanely dealing with unscrupulous people because all I want to do is grab them and shake some decency into them.
It seems to me that since August 29th, 2018, all I have done is deal with unscrupulous people – shysters with no consciences at all, and no moral compasses. The word shyster certainly fits what has happened and has been happening over the months, weeks, and days leading to another showdown with Candy this afternoon.
But before the office showdown with Candy, I checked the mail and saw that a.g.a.i.n. I am being double billed by AT/T: so I called them, fed up and frustrated. I finally got through after being put on hold for half an hour – only to be hung up on by some outsourced moron in India when I didn’t know the security code requested. When I did finally get a human voice again State-side I told her that my husband had died and I did not know the security code he had set up but since I am paying the bill I would appreciate it if someone would help me instead of cutting me off. She said she could help; so I asked her why I am being double-billed. After about 45 minutes of verbal wrangling and hot frustration on my end because I didn’t know what she was talking about, and she wasn’t sure how to dumb herself down any further to make me understand, she was finally able to explain that it only seems like double billing because I am still settling the old account under his name, while paying a partial month payment for the account transfer into my name … it sounded like double-speak to me and I said as much; also capping that frustration off with, “AT/T is making this whole process harder than it needs to be”. In other words, they are being shysters (I didn’t verbalize that thought, but I sure thought it!) So we ended the call with her assuring me that the old account in his name will finally end this month and all further billing will be a flat billing from here on out. And at a $46 savings to me – happy about that! It’s not a large sum, but it is $46 I didn’t have when I woke up this morning ;-)
That frustration settled, I bundled up and went outside to start dealing with the other frustration by moving square pavers until our friend David shows up (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2019/01/defining-line-in-rock.html) to help me move the contested planter boxes that caused so much trouble in August 2018 … and led to my husband’s death in December 2018.
Wheelbarrow flat tire, so I manually lifted, shifted, and moved the pavers closer to the planter boxes: I am sure my thighs and lower back will be complaining later tonight ;-)
Setting a square paver to mark the boundary line marker.
With the 2 of us putting our backs and shoulders into it, it didn’t take us long to move the boxes over because we only had to move them 2” over on our side! I was furious – to think that my husband died for a measly 2”! All the HELLaballoo that destroyed our lives in August was over a mere 2” >:-P
LAST SUMMER'S - August 30th, 2018 - baseless and destructive property complaint that sent my husband to ICU due to stress overload fallout. That wide strip of white rock is ON OUR SIDE OF THE PROPERTY LINE – and it measures 10” wide. Ron’s ludicrous paranoia and Candy’s arrogant egomania bred accusatory supposition that killed my husband with stress overload. There was NO REASON for the August confrontation that ruined our lives.
David and I only had to move the boxes A MEASURED MEASLY 2 INCHES ((((!)))) to satisfy Candy’s demand for “an approximate full foot from boundary line”: my husband died over a bitch about a measly 2 inches! I am furious!!
David helped me move all the boxes along the border line; this better settle the issue once and for all …
Paver was not a full 12” when actually measured; but that is beside the point. The point IS that my husband DIED because of Ron's and Candy's asinine and insane egomaniac thirsts for power and the CAUSE for their alarm was a measly 2 inches they felt was needed: we had ALREADY CLEARED 10 inches ON OUR SIDE. There was no real reason for the hell they brought into our lives in August 2018. Karma - they will get the karma they deserve ...
I laid all the available pavers to mark the boundary between our property and the complaining moron next door. Better not be any complaints now ...
Documenting video showing that I am laying the pavers FROM OUR SIDE and not encroaching IN ANY WAY on the neighboring moron's property to lay them.
I will need 33 more pavers to complete the boundary marking concrete borderline pathway ... this will take time because I do not have to the $$$ right now to finish the project. But I will. Somehow. And hopefully before this summer's end ;-)
After all this was done, and I was sopping sweaty and wet-haired after all that hard and vigorous work; I walked to the Park Office to tell Candy that the planter boxes and everything else along our boundary line had been moved over the 2 inches required to satisfy her and Ron ...
Our placement today differs from the diagram shown because my husband never got to finish the rest of the planned boxes that would bring this diagram into being :-(
... and what she said left me speechless! She looked at me and said, “Which way did you move them?” I said, “2 inches my way because that is what you are demanding – you wanted 12”, and we only had to move everything my way 2” from the boundary marker to make that 12” you insist upon.” I kid you not … she crossed her hands on her desk and looked straight in my eyes and said, “Well, my husband and grandsons already moved those boxes a foot and a half on your side, so now they are even further your way.” For a minute the roaring in my ears almost made me dizzy because I was seeing red. When I could finally speak, I said, “Candy, that is a lie; and you need to stop. Stop it! You can lie all you want to, but we took pictures of the measurements from the boundary marker to the boxes we moved today: WE, my friend David and I, moved them, no one else moved them. They were in the same spot they were in August when you started acting like the fool you are showing yourself to be right now. They were 10” from the property line THEN, and WE moved them TODAY the required 2” you demanded – my husband died for a lousy 2 inches.” She said, “Well, my husband knows exactly where the property lines are”. And I said, “So do I; they are clearly marked; anyone with eyes knows where they are. We took video documentation Candy.” Well, she looked like she had just sucked a basket of lemons, and said, “I’m not going to argue with you.” And I said, “You’re right. You aren’t”. Then I opened the door to leave and she asked, “So you really documented it?” And as I walked out, I said, “Yes, we did; have to document when dealing with liars, cheats, and thieves. The smart phone with the video application is a marvelous thing to keep things true and real.” Of all the nerve!
LAST SUMMER’S DOCUMENTATION that there was NO 'trespassing' of ANY kind going on from our side – Ron's property begins the other side of the white line ... our boxes are clearly ON OUR SIDE and several inches from the white line contested by Ron ... and swallowed hook line and sinker by arrogantly clueless Candy.
As this video shows FROM AUGUST 30th, 2018, the planter boxes were NEVER MOVED by anyone until this afternoon when David and I TODAY muscled them over 2 inches to comply with Candy’s “full foot” demand.
Square paver measured with an inch-and a half to spare against the property line and planter boxes that led to my husband's death from stress overload caused by the unfounded and ludicrous accusations and insinuations brought to our front porch by Candy Scott at the behest of Ron Cook (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2018/09/fall-cleanup-and-forgiveness.html). 2 unrepentant morons who killed a good man with ridiculousness that flared into a full-out pancreatic attack that eventually took his life. And Candy IS STILL LYING with a psychopath's fervor >:-P
It was NEVER about the planter box placements as proven by Candy's bold faced lie this afternoon ... it WAS ALWAYS and will always BE about her egomania powertrips; she refused to accept the previous Manager's approval for the placements and DOGGEDLY INSISTED on her own write-off, as shown, until she got to give it. THIS is what the hellish blowout in August was really about.
And this is the end result: death and frustration over stuff and nonsense.
Candy is a psychotic shyster in ALL the word’s literal meaning. I almost feel sorry for the karma she will reap.
Almost; but not quite. Bold faced destructive and unrepentant liars deserve all the karma they have coming to them.
She and Ron will roast in hell for all the hell they have caused, are causing, and will cause because neither one of them are repentant in any way, shape, or form …
All I know is that ((((I)))) better not hear any more complaints from either of them ever again as long as I am a resident of this Park.
Help me Elohei.
Help me Elohei.
Thursday, January 24, 2019
This afternoon before I left for the Grief~Share Support Group, a got a call from a family friend who recently heard about my husband’s passing from this life to the next, and he is coming over tomorrow. While he is here, he has offered to help me move those planter boxes that have given Candy and Ron heartburn which ultimately caused my husband’s death. I took him up on that! I’ll move the pavers and shift them all closer to the boxes too before David gets here; that way it won’t be such a hassle to place them as the defining line in the rock either:
The pavers were here when we bought the house 18 months ago - there are A LOT of them! There should be enough to make some sort of a defining line along the property line; they are pretty much 12" square. Ron and Candy can have that "foot safe space" that cost my husband his life, and I can make sure that moron, Ron, doesn't set one greedy foot onto our property ...
Gardening season will begin in a couple of months and I don’t want to lose this season’s timeline waiting around for Candy’s grandsons to get to it, IF they get to it this year: and I do not want to risk those boxes getting damaged by people who will not be as careful with them as David and I will be; we both love my husband, and will be respectful of the time and hard work he put into each box that he lovingly built for me so that I can have a full veggie-flower garden in such a limited space …
He built me 2 different sized boxes because underground root bearing veggies need a deeper depth than above ground bearing veggies do. These boxes are the last thing my husband did for me - I want them moved safely and lovingly. They are the only tangible thing I have left of the man who loved me.
The ludicrous property line bitch made by Ron. Candy stormed our front porch aimlessly yelling about ‘trespassing apples and tomatoes'; a few hours later Bob ended up in ER/ICU … and eventually died from the stress fallout.
It is a crying shame that my husband was killed with petty jealousies and ignorant arrogances before he got to fully enjoy the fruits of his labor – watching me enjoy the boxes, as well as eating the bounty thereof. We lost half the harvest last Fall when he ended up in and out of the local hospital after August 2018’s petty nonsense; and I was with him to the end of his life and could not maintain the gardens at all. I did manage to harvest some green beans, spinach, turnips, rutabagas, celery, and onions that matured the end of June and first part of August – but after Hubs ended up in the hospital August 30th, the rest wilted and rotted from neglect, and all I could totally focus on was my husband’s perilous health.
Once the boxes are moved to make those 2 morons happy, and the rain barrels are set back in place, I should get a good harvest this year, but at what a cost! If I could have a choice and wind time back 5 months, I would rather have my husband.
But since I can't have him back ... I am going to make sure than his legacy is not brought to ruin by morons bent on malice and destruction.
But since I can't have him back ... I am going to make sure than his legacy is not brought to ruin by morons bent on malice and destruction.
THE BOOK OF ROMANS ~Chapter 3
What advantage then, is there in being a Jew? And what value was there in circumcision? The benefits were great, in all respects. In the first place, the Word of Elohei was entrusted to the Jews. Granted, that some of them did not accept it in faith. Can their lack of faith nullify Elohim’s faithful promises? No, never! Elohei will prove true, though every man may prove false! Scripture puts it this way, “You are shown to be true in Your words, and when You are being judged You are in the right” (Psalm 51:4).
But what shall we say if our righteousness simply serves to magnify Elohei’s righteousness? Shall we say that it is wrong for Elohim to punish us? No, not at all! How else could Elohim judge the world? But, if a falsehood of mine, placed by the side of Elohim’s truthfulness, brings out His glory, why must I be condemned as a sinner? Why not, then, do evil that good may come? Actually, some have slanderously reported that we have said this, and others have accused us of so doing. The question justly deserves condemnation.
What then? Are we Jews better than the rest? By no means. We have already stated that both Jews and Greeks are all under the curse of sin. For Scripture says, “There is none righteous; no, not one. No one understands; no one searches for Elohei. They have all strayed from the right way; they have all become corrupt. Not a single one practices kindness; no, not one. Their throats are like open graves, they use their tongues to deceive, and behind their lips is the poison of asps. Their mouths are full of curses, and bitterness. They run swiftly to shed blood. Ruin and misery mark their ways. And they know not the way of peace. And no fear of Elohei is kept before their eyes” (Psalms 5:9, 10:7, 14:1-3, 36:1, & 140:3; Proverbs 1:16 & Isaiah 59:7).
We know that whatsoever the Law says, it says to those who are under the Law so that every mouth may be stopped and everyone in the world may realize his guilt before Elohim. No human being can be justified before Him simply by keeping the Law. What the Law does is to show us how sinful we are.
Elohim’s plan of justification has been disclosed without any reference to the Law, though the Law and the prophets do make mention of it. Elohim’s own way of making men righteous is by faith in Yeshua Ha’Mashiach. This justification is for all and upon all who believe, for no other requirement is made. For all have sinned and come short of the glory of Elohei. And all are justified freely, because of His grace through the salvation that is in Yeshua Ha’Mashiach. For Elohim gave Him to us as a means of reconciliation if we would believe that He ransomed us with His blood. Elohim has in this way demonstrated His own justice as well as His forbearance in passing over our former sins, also by showing at the present time that He is a just God and that He justifies everyone who believes in Yeshua.
What then, becomes of our vain human pride? It is outlawed. How? By what fundamental law? By the law of works? No, it is rules out by the law of Faith. We hold, therefore, that a man is justified by Faith, without the works of the Law at all. Is Elohei the God of Jews only? Is he not the God of Gentiles also? Yes, of the Gentiles, too. There is only 1 God. He will justify the circumcised on the ground of their faith, and the uncircumcised also on the ground of their faith. Do we, then, by faith nullify the Law? Not at all; rather it strengthens the Law.
Wednesday, January 23, 2019
Every year about now I get to thinking about - and planning - my Spring gardens ;-)
I think I will try this … in smaller baskets though: my neighbor would have a fit if I lined plastic laundry baskets up outside; and at 62, I am not sure I could lift the larger baskets by myself. But smaller ones will look nicer, and I know I could lift those to empty them
Tuesday, January 22, 2019
I have always heard that trouble comes in three’s; well, I got my third trouble this morning and I am hoping now that things will start to settle down on the home front.
Since I came home, to live alone, December 14th, 2018, there has constantly been something happening with the house! First there was the shower door misalignment (http://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2018/12/peace-like-river.html); ceiling cracks (http://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2019/01/when-it-rains-here-it-pours.html & http://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2019/01/jehovah-jira-my-provider.html), and this morning … a toilet malfunction in the master bathroom (!) which BIL Kerry came and fixed this afternoon:
Apparently the slo-flow tank feature is worn and started to stick, not allowing the tank water to automatically refill significantly enough for a proper flush; hopefully that has now been rectified and the issue resolved. PLEASE GOD! I need a break.
These are “the three”, so I am hoping that Lucifer will beat feet and leave me be now >:-P
These kinds of ‘man-things’ is why some women rush into a second marriage after their spouse dies. I refuse to jump.
And I sincerely hope that the S.O.S. calls to family, and family friends, fizzles from once a week to once every couple of months over the coming months. I am a quick study and really do know how to take care of myself – but these type of ‘man-things’ were undertaken by MY man until the stupid and unnecessary August fiasco that ended with his death last month. My husband spoiled me and did all the ‘man-things’ when necessary; and I generally stayed out of his way unless required to hand him a wrench or a screwdriver. I wish now that I would have been more observant and a little more hands-on at those times. For times like those mentioned above.
Learning to fly solo will take time … and I have a lot to learn. But, if other women can do it; I CAN TOO. And I will. With time; and a lot of patience on my teaching helpers’ ends ;-)
Help me Yeshua.
Help my teaching helpers.
Onto another topic – or 2 ;-) I did squeeze the last of the Clementine tangerines I bought at Christmas time, and froze the pulpy juice for future meals that call for orange juice as an ingredient:
And I need to get the Angel Wing Begonia clippings potted soon – they have a pretty good root system going on and need to be potted. I will sell these later on, after they bush out a bit …
Internet picture of what the flowers will look like once the plants get mature enough to produce them
My Angel Wing Begonia growing and thriving – it should put out flowers this year :-D
It is c.o.l.d. and gray skied here today:
And the chilling rain has begun; so I bumped the heat up to 74-degrees. It is the first time I have had to raise the heat above 70-degrees.
Monday, January 21, 2019
Sorting through my husband’s things a couple days ago, I found these pictures – of all the things he could have kept while weeding stuff when we downsized a year and a half ago, he chose to keep these pictures as prized possessions. They are not in fancy frames, but they encapsulate our entire life together … one could go so far as to say that they are a kind of time capsule ;-)
So I took them out of the ‘safe place’ he had kept them in, and set them up on the fireplace mantle. Looking at them, a thousand memories dart past my misty eyes. 44 years seems so short; we were so young when we started our life together – he was 24, I was 17.
A lifetime ago.
And yet not long enough.
I never got tired of looking at his handsome face: not even when the passage of time ... and the toll of his incurable condition August thru December 2018 had left its mark on it. To my eyes, he never changed from the first time I set eyes on his face – he was 18, I was 10; and I instantly fell hopelessly in love. He didn’t even know I existed until 7 years later.
And I believe he felt the same about me; he always told me I was beautiful … even in those final days at OHSU: and I know I am not. The image that looks back at me from the vanity mirror today tells me otherwise – I look every bit a 62 year old ‘curvy’ grandma ;-) But, in his eyes, I was still the young girl in the picture he fell in love with; and joined his life with. He told me several times a day, every day, for 44 years that he loved me. He cherished me. Because he believed I was beautiful, I believed I was beautiful. I feel blessed to have had his exclusive love.
If, as the song says, “a picture paints a thousand words” and “a face can launch a thousand ships” … there is so much left unsaid and nowhere left to go now.
If I could be anywhere I wished to be right now, I’d be with him beyond the clouds.
But, that is not possible. Yet.
So I’ll content myself with the “If” face on the fireplace mantle.