Shabbat October 7, 2017
This was a day of mixed feelings.
To start off the day, Isaac and I got up early and walked up a hill behind the Kibbutz to watch and photograph the sunrise. We could see the full moon of Sukkot above the hill and we walked towards it. We looked at the different plants that grew there, we looked out over the hills where we could see the Sea of Galilee and lots of different Arab villages nestled (more like crowded) on distant hills. Continue reading
Exploring Caeserea (Kasarea) – Friday, October 6, 2017
Our internal clock was completely off today. We all seemed to wake up around 2 o’clock in the morning. All at the same time. Shuki’s garden lights were on so from my bed I thought it was daytime, but when I peaked out the window the sky was black.
To us it was daytime.
We turned the lights in the cabin on and sat in bed. While we talked we ate Shuki’s chocolate wafers and his milk (which tasted sour…not sure if that’s how Israelis like it) and talked about how hard the trip over here was on us. Continue reading
Arrived in Tel Aviv – Thursday, October 5, 2017
I don’t know when Wednesday ended and Thursday began. All I know is that we landed in Tel Aviv at 4:15 pm on Thursday, Israel time. After 2 months of planning, 20 hours of traveling and 1 day before the Feast of Sukkot this family of 4 arrived half way around the world from our little log cabin in North Idaho to explore Yahweh’s land.
There was a small clapping from everyone in the plane when we landed and then relief. After pausing to catch our breath in the concourse we stopped by a glass wall that circled a central area of the Tel Aviv airport. It was beautiful. A huge rainfall shower in the center of the pavilion and dozens of round tables where people were eating. All this under a huge skylight in the ceiling. We never found our way back there again. It wasn’t part of the exiting process. Continue reading
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
We left our warm beds in our little log cabin in North Idaho at 2:30 am. Our flight left at 5:45 am 1 hour away. Noelle was going to come early this morning to the house and doggie sit for us during our 2 week trip.
In 2 days it would be Sukkot. And this year we were going to Israel for the Feast! All 4 of us! We couldn’t have even dreamed of that becoming our reality a few months ago. Many might not understand, but Papa Yahweh has lots of Feasts (Mo’edim / appointed times) that he asks his people to assemble for, celebrate and observe. For three of them he says we are to travel up to Jerusalem for those appointed times. We’ve been keeping his rhythm for 10 years now. But we’ve never had the money to go up to the Feast…until now. Through a series of events that took 7 years to complete, this Fall Papa provided the tithe we needed to travel to the Promised Land. Continue reading
I can’t write a recipe for the life of me. I have this “what-do-I-need-to-use-up?” and let’s throw “a-little-of-this-and-that-into-the-bowl” method to my kitchen madness. It’s hard when you have an artistic approach to baking and cooking to “share” a recipe, because for me baking and cooking isn’t mechanical. I feel it. Therefore, because many of my friends have asked for my homemade bread recipe, instead of writing it down LOL, I made a video! Watch and I’ll show you how to make my mom’s homemade bread! It is literally the best bread in the whole world! I modified it a bit from my mom’s…. but heck! No one makes better bread than mom — right? WATCH HERE.
Rebekah Qara’ bat Yahovah
ELECTION NIGHT (NOV. 8, 2016)
Two nights ago, like the rest of America, I sat in the polling booth with the ballot in front of me and a black marker. I had prayed about what to spend my vote on, but I just couldn’t figure out what to do. How do I vote between two evils? Do I waste my vote and write in somebody’s name, just for my conscience sake? I struggled with the idea that my vote even mattered as the government, politicians and the media seem to get what they want, no matter what the people want or what is right. I sat there feeling like the hopeless situation the planet is in was going to continue no matter what I voted.
AMERICA, AN OUT-OF-CONTROL CHILD
Things are so out of control. The more and more our nation has compromised the more evil has come. There seems to be no end in sight. Absolutely anything goes anymore. I know that it’s been a downhill road ever since the Fall of Man, but even in my own lifetime I can tell that the world is now beginning to escalate at an unprecedented rate towards global disaster. The wickedness is not even pausing on it’s frantic pace to infect every human and every aspect of our lives. It does feel like the End of the Age. I can sense it. The Continue reading
Public Domain Image, Pixby
Last week was an incredibly tough week. I saw the edge.
I get hammered painfully hard before and after Feast time. Perhaps it’s timing. But more likely it’s because those who obey the commandments of YHVH are the target of the same evil force that hates the One who established the mo’edim.
Every year the punches come and I get struck to the dirt, the blood flows and I struggle to breath. My husband scoops me off the floor, hot with anger at the evil seeking to destroy his wife.
I’ve heard it said that I’m distracted. I sense that my Christian friends are becoming impatient with my journey and tired of getting my invitations to the Feasts. They say, “those were done away with!” They think Isaac and I like being mavericks. That we want to travel the path alone. They think we are divisive. Conform they say. They are tired of the call to repent. Actually, they say they already have and that it is me that needs to repent and come back to the fold. If I would only hold my tongue, get back in line and come back to the community of support I once had.
I used to have prestige, position, power and respect. Now there is only blood. I feel evaporated, like water that is poured out on hot pavement. Encouragement and support hit an all time low last week. But despite all logic, I can’t stop. I’m moved. Compelled. There’s a fire in my heart that will destroy me if I don’t keep moving. Staying conscious through the madness and chaos is the trick.
Me in a wheat field a few weeks ago. I love wheat fields!
THE LITTLE MERMAID
Yesterday my youngest daughter and I went to see the theater production of “The Little Mermaid.” She won tickets (very expensive tickets) and going to Broadway theater shows is her and my thing. We dress up, we see a show then we go out to eat. Super fun. The rest of my family prefers the perfection of movies, but Hadassah and I prefer the art of a stage production.
Now before any of my sensitive readers throw me out with the bath water because I took my daughter to see such a pagan show -– let me just say that I know that the union of man and fish to create a mermaid is an unholy thought. I’m quite sure that the legends of mermaids are rooted in the truth of a past reality that disgusts our Creator. And I have no intention of promoting the idea that we tamper with Yahovah’s Creation and mix kinds. That is not the point of this blog. My thoughts are on a much higher plain. That said, it is my experience that Yahovah uses all kinds of things to speak to and heal me. So, yesterday Papa began a conversation with my heart as I sat in the dark theater watching an incredible performance of this well known Disney story. And this morning I write to flush that conversation out. Continue reading
This past Shabbat on the Wahkeena Loop Trail
SHABBAT AT MALIBU STATE PARK
Somewhere in April of 2015 we pulled into line hoping to get a campsite at Malibu State Park to rest over Shabbat. It was 6 pm on Friday evening and we were exhausted from traveling. We had been on a ministry tour for nearly 3 months (with two teenagers, a dog and kitty — all in a 21 foot RV). And as we traveled the area west of the Rocky Mountains promoting Teshuvah College, living from one donation to the next, we realized once again that traveling is not restful. Therefore, the one thing that was really important to our family was being able to stay in one place OVER Shabbat. No matter where we were we needed a place for two nights.
We stayed in Walmart parking lots, casino parking lots, RV campsites and National and State parks when we could afford it. We over-nighted in farmers fields, in front of friends homes and on the side of the freeway. Looking for a place to camp for the night was not restful nor easy! It was an incredible challenge to find a place to park just to sleep for a few hours without spending money. We discovered that society welcomes you during the day anywhere. All in hopes that you will spend money wherever it is that you are. But at night everything seems to turn against you. Doors close. Fear arrives. Cops come out to make sure you are doing everything proper. It becomes a hostile world unless you have the money to be on the inside. After dark no one wants the poor and homeless around.
It was important to me to avoid that feeling on Shabbat– that feeling of and our reality of being poor and homeless. But before I finish my story I have to tell you what the Ruach ha’Kodesh taught me about “asking and receiving.” Continue reading