Wedding Song - God Knew That I Needed You

Wednesday, October 19, 2022

NO! It Will Never End ...

Five Times August - ‘Sad Little Man’ song:

The ONLY people I know who are suffering from covid ... are those that have been vaccinated.

Let that sink in.

I don't wear a mask.

I have never been vaccinated: and I REFUSE to be herded like an animal to be jabbed against my will.

I have BEEN and AM CURRENTLY around people CONSTANTLY. I am 95% out-of-house and in the thick-of-it socially; in close contact with people. I don't like shouting across the room to be heard; and I do not like being shouted AT. I am a hugger, which means I'm CLOSER to people than the "required 6-ft distancing". I am an acknowledged {Senior Citizen}; which means I'm an ADLUT. A survivor of life's many perils; and I know how to take care of myself. I do not NEED ... nor do I WANT the government talking heads, or State Agencies "deciding 'what is best'" for ME  NO ONE ELSE IS ME. (((I))) know what is best for me - and so I continue to do it, without caving in to political arm wrestling.

I repeat - the only people I know who are suffering from "covid" are those that have BEEN vaccinated.

WA State Dept: covid guidelines: https://doh.wa.gov/sites/default/files/legacy/Documents/1600/coronavirus//ClothFacemasks.pdf

So, basically, even though the asinine mandates have been lifted … they still remain in place, while out and about.

NO! NO! NO!


Tuesday, October 18, 2022

IF IT BE ELOHEI’S WILL …

This morning I was asked to join friends for breakfast.

It turned out to be a Call to Arms.

Fall foliage on Fall Creek Road ...

The drive over Fall Creek Road was filled with spotty Fall color. And after breakfast, I spent about 6 hours with them.

Talking.

Listening.

Debating.

Assessing.

Considering.

And left … still considering.

The situation is in Elohim’s hands; I will follow His Will – I always want to be in His Will. I don’t have to like it; I just have to obey the Ruach HaKo’desh’s lead. And nine times out of ten, the lead is uncomfortably necessary. I know this … I am a spiritual warrior.

Nearing Stella, I spotted 4 ships anchored off Willow Grove. They appear to be dredging ships.

Looking at them, a 1969 song popped into my thoughts 😉

Four ships; Stella.
Crosby, Stills & Nash – ‘Wooden Ships’ song:

Back at home, I spent some time reflecting …

I can give them an answer following the Thursday Jam Session up Spruce Creek; I can drive home via Oak Point Road, instead of Mill Creek Road (it's only a 5minute difference).

Asked to reconsider and go back ...
My black-n-white mindset is being courted.
We'll see; it's gonna be a BIG undertaking.

My body and mind are tired.

I don't like to spin my wheels.

But at least I do know that I will not be engaging in battle alone – even if I stand alone among the flames, I know at least six people will be covering my back with prayer 😊

Tonight, I’m going to relax with a movie, a tasty drink, and work on another preemie sacque gown: I finished one up last night, and started work on another in the wee hours of today’s early morning hours.

Finished this sacque gown last night.
Left off on this new gown around 2 A.M. this morning - picked up again after Supper tonight.

I’m going to get as far as I can tonight on that new design 😊

Sunday, October 16, 2022

WAITING IS A WINNING PROPOSITION

I hate waiting.

Waiting time crawls – I need action in my life. Preferably, immediate action when I send out an SOS

This morning, the waiting game was amped up when the shower doors slid off the rails: tired of waiting (HOURS after the incident) for a response from someone, I decided to assess the situation and figure out how to ‘get ‘er done!’

My earlier post, today, about the shower doors snafu: (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2022/10/things-can-only-get-better-right.html)

I hate waiting.

As I was standing inside the shower stall, eyeballing the track apparatus, and knowing I could actually do this thing … I mean, if it came off; it will go back on as long as nothing is seriously damaged: the phone notified me that I had an incoming text. I read it – and replied; then got busy doing what I was feeling confident enough to do 😊

Good info - but unnecessary now.
I did it!
There was a little damage done when it fell apart; but that's okay. It's minor.

I will admit that I surprised myself in doing it correctly: and to feeling a little amped myself when it all smoothly slid into place.

I whooped (((SHERAH!)))and burst out laughing when Bob’s pet name, {hewoman} echoed through my thoughts. Bob would always tease me with this pet name when I insisted on doing something myself that required both brawn and moxie. Bob was always encouraging my hidden potential. I never felt slighted by what some may consider a slight, and when I heard him say, “Way to go, hewoman” … and follow that up with a laugh and a hug, I basked in his pride of my accomplishment.

Now, if I had waited until tomorrow to call Twin City Glass, I would have missed the knowing that piggy-tailed on the impatience: lesson learned today – waiting is a winning proposition 😉

THINGS CAN ONLY GET BETTER; RIGHT?

What a morning😟 ... it can only get better, at this point.

So, I'm hoping it will 🤔

First thing - the sliding shower doors came completely off their tracks: and are now hanging precariously loose. It was interesting trying to exit the shower without knocking myself out: they aren't as light as they appear, and they are taller than I am, so dancing them into a kinda-sorta upright position was interesting ... while praying to God I wouldn't have to call for help while standing naked in the stall!

The sliding shower doors caved in on me; totally of their tracks; I didn't even have time to get wet yet!

The neighbor guy who usually helps me out in a tight spot didn't know how to fix them.

Know-it-all-sour puss candy, didn't answer the phone in the Office - even though her byline is, "I'm available 24 hours a day - if anyone needs anything CALL ME and I'll get someone right on it".

And I sent out an SOS to someone who may actually be able to help: but won't be available until the actual weekday work hours.

So, the doors are left where they are, propped up by a chair, to stabilize the whole damned thing. And I'm hoping that when someone does actually respond, the structure won't be so warped by the time passing without help, that the whole thing will need to be replaced.

Honestly ... if I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all 🤬

Times like this, I miss a man in the house.

Saturday, October 15, 2022

O HELL NO!

The little Fellowship I’ve been attending for nearly a year now, is having a week of special speakers – I have been included in that lineup, and was happy to share with others. But I was noticing that some people showing up … and at least two speakers had some pretty strange ideas about Christianity: and the pastor wasn’t stopping the nonsense. And since I was in a leadership role (I turned down joining The Board request), that concerns me. I don’t like my name being connected with nonsense.

So, I arrived at fellowship around noon, and spoke with the pastor for about two hours trying to pin him down on what exactly what he believed according to The Gospels: I never did get a straight answer. I heard a lot of this stuff from him for about 10 months, now: ‘we have to be careful we don’t offend people’; I said, “the Gospel is offensive to those who walk in the flesh(1 Corinthians 1:18-31; 1 Peter 2:8); he also said, ‘I don’t want to be dogmatic on issues’; I said, “you have to know what you believe and why you believe it, otherwise your Faith foundation is built on shaky ground" (Matthew 7:24-27) – this morning, I flat out asked, "what do you believe?” I could never get an actual hard-and-fast answer.

I knew tonight’s speaker was a friend of the pastor’s: I had met him about a month or so, ago, and knew he leaned heavily towards seventh day adventist nonsense.

When tonight’s Speaker started his spiel, he was pushing traditional Jewish Festivals, and the pastor jumped on that – and said, “I’d really like to start having Saturday services." I was thinking, “No; I do not want to start observing seventh day adventist mandates: NO.”

I do, personally, observe the Sabbath … but it’s not a hard-and-fast mandate with me. I follow Gospel guidelines, according to salvation in Yeshua: Colossians 2:16 – ‘Let no man therefore judge you in meat or drink; or in respect to a holy day, or the new moon, or the Sabbath days’. I brought this up, and was told that we are to observe the Sabbath. I said, that we are to privately acknowledge that Elohim sanctified the 7th Day as a Day of Rest, but not as an obligatory religious pomp and practice ritual – it’s a day to simply rest our bodies and minds; not to be carried as a religious burden: Mark 2:27 – Yeshua said, ‘the Sabbath was made for man; man was not made for the Sabbath.’

Neither the speaker, nor the pastor, would hear that: they were focused on focusing on unimportant things  things that seriously distracted from the pure and simple message of the Gospel of Salvation.

Then the speaker read a stupid essay he had written concerning the birth and life of Christ that was a very sharp turn from the Gospel accounts: he was actually discounting and rewriting the story of Christ to suit his twisted mindset!

I interjected an objection, and said, “Excuse me, why are you doing your level best to destroy Christianity? Do you realize that you are standing in a building filled with Christians? Salvation hinges on nothing but belief in and acceptance of Yeshua – the Son of God – born in the flesh to give Himself as the sacrificial Lamb of God for the sins of mankind: world history, religious commentaries, rabbinical essays, and personal opinions are worthless; and mean absolutely nothing, when it comes to salvation. Salvation is in Christ only: not in Christ+

The speaker kept bringing up extra books that are not recognized by legit Christians. He kept referring to the ‘lost tribes of Israel’, ‘lost books’ of the Torah – and pointedly pointed towards his intellect, over the Gospels!

When the speaker actually referred to the Gospels as “a Christian fairy-tale … and questioned the Holy Spirit’s wisdom to guide a Christian life with the knowledge of Elohim”, I stood up and said loudly and firmly – “NO! You will stop right there!” And then I turned to the pastor, and said, “I’m not okay with this! And you shouldn’t be either! Because we are friends, you actually thought I’d be “okay” with this? You don’t know me very well.”

Then I walked past him, saying, “I’m not okay with this: I’m done.” And out the door I went, with him saying, ‘You don’t have to leave Val’ … and I slammed through the exit door, saying, “Yes. Yes, I do. I can’t stay where wickedness (tomfoolery, malice, sin) is welcomed, and Yeshua is cast aside to make room for fleshly ridiculousness.” Matthew 12:32 – Yeshua said, ‘Whoever speaks against the Son of Man (Yeshua, Himself), it shall be forgiven them … but whoever speaks against the Ruach HaKo’desh (Holy Spirit), it shall not be forgiven them – in this world, or the next.’

So, if I didn’t know where the pastor stood when I arrived – I definitely knew where he stood when I stormed out >:-P

Righteous anger.
A different 'gospel' is a HUGE problem!
I'm done with the nonsense.

I was still steaming when I rolled into Longview.

And smelled wildfire smoke in the air; very strongly. A heavy, smelly haze was hovering over the area.

But I didn’t want to go home just yet – I needed to burn off a lot of steam: home is where I want to be relaxed.

So, I topped off the gas tank … and drove out Willow Grove, before parking at home; where I relaxed by eating Supper and watching a movie about the headless horseman – the first movie I ever saw Jeff Goldblum in, and I was hooked on his movies ever since (even though this one is kinda cheesy) 😉

Coal Creek Road; smokey hazed fading sun ...
Willow Grove Road; smokey haze ...
‘The Legend of Sleepy Hollow’: