tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17699626887387560132024-03-20T02:29:47.983-07:00Holy HomesteadingK D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.comBlogger190125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-49427056739987108042017-09-06T07:36:00.003-07:002017-09-06T07:36:31.705-07:00Feast of Tabernacles 2017It is official! There will be a Sukkot gathering here in the Land of Goshen. I've had a couple in the past, but to be honest, I'm a boring introvert, so I'm not too confident in my hostessing skills, or if I even have any . . . but Father laid it on my heart. So, I stood on the faith that He'd equip me for what He's called me to do. As it turns out . . . He has brought some wonderful people into my life.<br />
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Here are the plans for SUKKOT 2017<br />
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There are no big earthly names scheduled to speak at this time, but some very big hearted individuals whose names are known by the Father! And who know His Name. Since Messiah said, "For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst
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There is no big list of activities, but there is big opportunity for fellowship for those of us who usually "Shabbat solo." <br />
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Although folks are welcome to do their own thing regarding meals, we do ask that you keep it kosher. We plan to have each person take a day to "be in charge" of the kitchen while the rest of us help . . .<br />
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We also invite folks to bring their instruments. I can provide basic minimal keyboard, and I've often entertained the thought of being a part of "The Joyful Noise Band," as "noise" is pretty much my level of musical talent. I do however; have the joy, joy, joy, down in my heart!<br />
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Also planning to have a guest pasture for anyone with a milk goat that needs to come along, but you must contact me to make arrangements. Please don't just show up with livestock in tow. All guest goats will share accommodations.<br />
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<b><i>Thou shalt observe the Feast of Tabernacles seven days, after that thou hast
gathered in thy corn and thy wine: And thou shalt rejoice in thy feast . . . Deuteronomy 16: 13-14a</i></b>K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-25530452460501363582017-08-22T07:29:00.001-07:002017-08-22T07:29:46.901-07:00DiversityWhile diversity has become a hot button topic in politics and media. Choosing the proper progressive terms has made quite a myriad of labels to be handled with kid gloves in our society . . . The PC term for "handle with kid gloves" is "celebrate," which of course has resulted in disagreement and negative labels, a.k.a. name calling. I am, however; celebrating a different type of diversity.<br />
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Any given day around here, simple diversity abounds. There is no need for PC labels, as this is life. Whether indoors or out, I am continually aware of the beautiful life that our Heavenly Father has blessed me to live. On this homestead are goats and gardens. Several months of the year there are veggies to be harvested and eggs to be gathered from free range chickens. The hot days of summer are divided between the swimming pool and canning, with the usual housework, of course. The blessing of working from home in my own natural health business, not only blesses me, but those who come for knowledge and products. Then there is the enjoyment of writing. My latest book published last month. I pray it's a blessing to all who read it. With the addition of a milk cow, cream, butter, and a great deal of my cheese is now supplied here, as well. In all this, it seems there is always a blog topic! I truly am blessed with the real meaning of diversity. <br />
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Diversity is not just a political term to argue about; in my life, it's a way of living! Don't even get me started on ducks and dogs and donkeys! Well, I will digress, momentarily, in that I am blessed with a duck who is friends with both the donkey and dogs. <br />
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This homestead truly is blessed and is a blessing. I tell Father that every morning through chores and countless times through the day, from the kitchen to the office, to the deck, to the pasture, to the pool! That's not to mention the lab, the inventory room, the milk barn and the milking parlor. I truly am blessed to enjoy a very full life of diversity and I'm enjoying it! As the ministry of sharing this place with others to experience, expands, the blessings increase! <br />
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Having been in ministry for 10 years before being called to this, I hadn't realized just how important agriculture was in Scripture. It was one of those "face palm" moments, as I realized the background of nearly every Bible story has fields and animals, grain, wine, oil, someone who heard Our Heavenly Father and wrote it down. When I became a Covenant believer, I told Father I wanted to "live the Bible." He's answered that prayer! HalleluYah! <br />
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<br />K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-19386898010583378462017-07-05T13:11:00.001-07:002017-07-05T13:11:03.063-07:00Stepping OutI see post after post about folks stepping out in faith and the trepidation that comes with that move. For some it's easy, it's often only a temporary visit and the expenses are covered. For others, it's a life changing opportunity that will dramatically alter their lifestyle. Since I've made a couple of those, I'd like to offer this for those who are weighing the possibility and the potential for a major move.<br />
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I was shown a pillar of fire late one evening, but told to wait until I saw the vision. I did know the direction, however; and that was all. Early one morning, I was shown what the destination looked like, but was absolutely clueless as to the town/address. I still knew the direction to set out. It truly was that simple. Upon seeing the vision, in the early morning, I packed a bag. When the business day began, I called a realtor, signed the papers, and I was heading south by south east, as he was placing a for sale sign in the yard. Actually . . . more than one for sale sign in more than one yard . . .<br />
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It would be two days before I arrived at the place I'd been shown in the vision, then it would be another day of a harrowing situation in which I just wanted to jump out of the car and do my own real estate deal, but I digress . . . Ultimately, the proper deal was offered and accepted. A few strange occurrences took place, as I was readying for the closing, but all was extraordinarily resolved. When I was heading to the closing at the end of the month, I noticed a pillar of cloud to the west of my new destination. I tucked that fact away, but over the next three and a half years would "ponder it, from time to time."<br />
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The first year on the homestead was exciting! I wasn't sure exactly what I was doing, but I knew my leap of faith was the right thing to have done . . . Then the second year on the homestead caused me to question everything . . . I don't have words for the devastation I felt. To be honest, I'm no longer the same person I was. What I went through was not as grievous as burying a child, but on the other hand, the ongoing reality left a strange void with an obligation that would have to be continuously worked around without resolution. Moving along to the better part of this "stepping out" story!<br />
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The third year of homesteading was hard, because I had to set aside all of my expectations and let the hopes I'd had; die, which was scary and scarring. Upon surrendering my hope in the natural, Father opened a door that was completely unexpected and a total blessing that continues to this day. About three and a half years into the homesteading project, I was called to host a radio show. It was such an opportunity! In the hour show, I covered everything from gardening to politics as well as a segment discussing Scriptural truth. Shortly after the show began, however; I once again heard Father tell me it's time to move . . . That's right, He said specifically, more land with a well. <br />
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Having already enjoyed the blessing of a well on the place, I had learned the value of something our society has let slip away. A clean water source is invaluable! So, the search was on, and for a time, I was looking in the wrong direction, as the radio station was east of me, but the radio show was just a stepping stone to the bigger plan . . . Father brought to my remembrance the pillar of cloud to the west. January, the radio show began, February, found the new place, and March, the deed was in my hand! I realized in the midst of all the busy-ness and new experiences, I'd been blessed to have enjoyed a long forgotten desire of my heart. As a young woman, I'd wanted to spend a winter writing a book. I began writing the first week of December after processing Daddy's deer, and it went to the publisher's desk the week after my birthday in March! "Simply Abundant" was published in April. <br />
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It's now the ninth year on this new place. It is five times the size of the starter homestead, a few more books have been written, a milk cow and raising my own beef have been added. I started a soap and natural health product business, and this past year a teaching facility has been added for conferences and workshops. The schedule is somewhat established, but still working on details. <br />
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Stepping out can be frightening, from our perspective, as it is definitely into the unknown. Father, however; has a much better view, and He knows where He's leading His children. As I learned in laying down my original homesteading hope, I have received abundantly more than I could have asked or imagined!<br />
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<br />K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-62699527405284249802017-06-21T11:49:00.000-07:002017-06-21T11:49:43.861-07:00The Fragrance of Heaven?This spring was a bit unusual, following such a mild winter. In April, so many things were blossoming simultaneously, that are usually a bit more consecutive than congruent. Then May, it began to balance back out and although a few of the berries were early this year, the strawberries were right on time, with the first of them ready for Mother's Day.<br />
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The strawberries are absolutely delicious this year, from my new raised bed. The real treat, however; has been the early morning fragrance, as I enjoy the open windows. The goats have an interesting aroma in the spring and early summer. There is an air of fresh milk that I find truly appealing, while the bucks are now in the north pasture. The buck scent is subdued through the kidding season and the kids are still nursing. The faint scent of fresh milk is not at all overpowering, but just one of the fragrances of spring. Now, add to that, the smell of strawberries! That would be enough, but there was more this year . . . The honey locusts bloomed a bit early and wafted sweetly on the southern breeze. But wait, that's still not all . . .<br />
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Giving all glory to our Heavenly Father, the west lane is now covered, not only in blackberries, but honeysuckle. The two indigenous plants seem to thrive well in the same general area, so double portion blessing. It is not only smelling good through May, but I'm thinking late June through mid July, the blackberries will be tasting good as well. <br />
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As I've stood at my kitchen window inhaling and embracing every fragrance of spring, I compare it to what heaven must smell like. I think of how wonderful the Garden of Eden must have looked and smelled . . . and I envision the new earth and the millennial reign. <br />
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The fragrances of this year have truly been as close to the scent of heaven as I can imagine.<br />
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into the heart of man, the things which YaH hath prepared for them that love Him. I Corinthians 2:9 </b></i>K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-54687176081015586712016-09-26T08:31:00.001-07:002016-09-26T08:31:57.692-07:00Busy Being BusyThis summer, I officially maxed out on the schedule. Without really mentioning my situation or giving details, I asked for prayer on my social media page, and I'm grateful for the prayers. Since I didn't give details, I'm not sure what was assumed, but my situation was simple. I have been so busy, my time with Father was getting cramped or minimized and that simply will not work in my life! As I scrambled my schedule, and found myself regretful at the end of the day, I realized, anything that comes ahead of time with Father, can be and probably is, an idol. That can include my own order of priorities, even family and yes, even, ministry.<br />
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I'm not making an excuse to ignore our commitments, not at all, but I am here to tell you, we can get "over committed!" This project of building a small learning village was quite an undertaking, to say the least. Thinking, I would be all finished before canning season, was first and foremost, wrong . . . so I ended up dealing with contractors through canning season. To make matters more interesting, I also bought a cow the end of June. As blackberry season came in the midst of all the half finished projects, I developed a new product for the Land of Goshen . . . Just as I kicked into high gear on so much going on, my old method of handling stress kicked in. <br />
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It's not often that I think I have too much to do. Most of my life, my Daddy has commented that I have "too many irons in the fire," but I never felt that way. As a matter of fact, when I mentioned to my daughters, I just had too many things going on, they both said, they'd never heard me say that, before. At any rate, when my schedule gets cramped and I get spread too thin, my coping method is: to find another project! Add more to the schedule! That's correct. "Getting busier" is how I handle being overwhelmed. This summer that put the fear of G-d, in me, literally!<br />
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After having a rather rough winter with the herd, I got busy being busy with the new project, Bethesda. I knew what I was doing was led of YaH, but I was also filling some of my time with very unnecessary things. Then the evenings became entrenched in more busy-ness that really accomplished very little. The first thing I realized was, I had stopped making a daily "to do" list. I'm not sure why, but I had . . .<br />
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The next thing I realized was my evening devotions were being crowded out as the phone was getting busier. I realized it was all simply too much, when morning devotions began to feel like "going through the motions," to get on with the day. I was spiritually parched and a feeling of forlorn engulfed me. It scared me! I found myself waking up in the night and crying out to YaH to please hang on to me. I knew I had to complete something that had been relegated to a back burner, while I made myself busy being busy; and life was simply wrong.<br />
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I determined to get order back in my life and I knew my priorities needed to change before I asked YaH to order my steps. How many times had I heard Him call me away from my "busy-ness" but thought to myself . . . in a few minutes. Fear of YHWH began to set in. He has to be first in my life, and that means, first. Not after my latest idea, not after the next phone call, not after this homestead to which I've been blessed, and certainly not second to the ministry I have been called.<br />
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Busy being busy might be the most subtle way to fall away . . . So thankful for His mercy.<br />
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<br />K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-48881821540460534552016-09-11T13:29:00.001-07:002016-09-11T13:29:24.200-07:00Presumption When I first began this project, cattle was not part of my plan, but I've been shown more of The Plan and there are cattle involved. When I first began homesteading, I was just on two acres and had plenty to learn; but I already knew 2 acres was not enough for cattle. My first presumption was that I would stay on the 2 acres for the rest of my days. I never even asked, but I heard otherwise after 3.5 years. From the time I heard "more land and a well," to signing the check and receiving the deed was just 3.5 months. In that time, I also had my radio show and when I heard a move was in the plan, I presumed I'd be moving closer to the station. Again, my presumption was wrong. I feel very blessed that YaH continues to graciously allow me to hear His voice, even though I frequently wrap His Words in my presumption. I am very careful, though, to keep separated, His Words and my afterthoughts of presumption. I don't want to operate on my presumption or expectation. <br />
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I've been raising bottle dairy bulls for a few years now, giving them goat's milk until they are ready to wean. The grassfed beef is wonderful and the last couple of years, I've been spoiled and not had to process them myself! I haven't bought milk or eggs in over a decade, but I'm still buying butter and cheese . . . that is changing. Annabelle has come to Goshen. She is a big beautiful five year old Jersey cow, who had gotten out of sync in the calving cycle at a local dairy. <br />
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She was bred when I bought her, and due to calve next month. Sadly, that situation did not go as planned. Something went wrong with the umbilical cord and unbeknownst to me, the calf lost it's food and oxygen supply . . . Thankfully, Annabelle delivered the deceased calf before it affected her health. To be perfectly honest, of course, I'm a bit disappointed, but I had heard two things from YaH when I bought her. He told me the calf would arrive in August, and I'd not be raising a bull calf this year. <br />
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Let me tell you a little something about presumption . . . For starters, it's not the same thing as faith. When I heard the calf would come in August, I presumed, the dairy owner simply had her dates mixed up, as she said she couldn't remember exactly when the vet preg checked the cow. When I heard I'd not be raising a bull calf, I presumed, Annabelle would have a heifer. Now, when the reality of the last few days settled over me, I remembered distinctly what I'd heard, and what I'd heard happened exactly as He'd said. It was my presumption, however; that was 100% wrong.<br />
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Annabelle and I have now settled into our milking routine. I think I have a butter making schedule, and the cheese experiments are coming right along. I don't like to waste anything, but in learning, sometimes the experiments do not go as planned. I am blessed to know, in the event something is not palatable, it is still 100% edible by dogs, cats, and chickens. <br />
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<br />K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-90022043628483331562016-05-08T20:07:00.000-07:002016-05-08T20:07:02.010-07:00Spring Has SprungThe first week of spring was actually a bit chillier than the last month of winter, but spring has arrived. I have already received my first rainwater rinse of this new season and, as always; it was refreshing. The kids and lambs are quite energetic and noisy. The chickens have stopped slacking in egg production and the perennials are dormant . . . no more. <br />
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A couple of years ago I tried "something" with a natural raised bed of strawberries. Basically, it was three rows of straw bales with bedding fabric between filled with top soil and strawberries. When overnight temps this past week were forecasted to dip below freezing, I headed out to cover what was green. To my delight, the strawberries have really spread and are thriving well. There were even a few blooms already. Every year, I attempt to try something new. This year is no exception. I'm attempting to raise my own non-GMO wheat. Stay tuned for further updates. Now that the ducks have a larger pool, I've repurposed their old kiddie pool to sit on an old wrought iron table for the ultimate in a raised strawberry bed.<br />
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The newest addition to the place, my small herd of Barbados sheep. Selma and Blanche are in front looking at the camera and Freida is all the way to back with her twin ram lambs in the center of the photo. Some of this year's kids have already been sold. <br />
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Springtime in the country is just wonderful.K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-10224922565921251922016-03-10T15:30:00.004-08:002016-03-10T15:31:17.957-08:00Sounds and Smells of the CountryThis has been quite an unseasonably warm winter. I'm a bit concerned that the weather didn't match the persimmon seeds. Two possibilities have come to mind. Either we've so distorted our weather with chemicals and technology, what has been working in nature for eons will no longer gibe with the "reality that has been manufactured," or . . . March is going to be very wintry! At this point, I don't know, but what I do know is, I'm very thankful for the sounds and smells of the country.<br />
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The other morning as I walked out the door to do morning chores, the fragrance of a spring rain was in the air. I know, a bit early, but it was very clearly there. There are already jonquils and some ground cover blooming, which scented the gentle breeze, and the smell of fresh milk was wafting. Then there are the sounds of the baby goats playing and their mothers calling them. The roosters were impatiently crowing, awaiting my arrival to open the chicken house, and Hank stood at the bottom of the steps "talking" to me, giving the "night report."</div>
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Living in the country, working the land has certainly had it's frustrations on occasion, but the pros far outweigh the cons. I have not set an alarm clock in over a decade, yet I've witnessed the most beautiful sunrises, courtesy of our Creator and the rooster. In the past three years now, I've sort of moved to a split shift. My bedtime is much earlier now, than it once was, but Father awakens me, usually between 2-4 or 5 for amazing time of prayer, contemplation, and intercession . . . and hearing HIM! Through the winter months, I go back to sleep for another few hours. In the summer months, morning comes somewhat earlier . . . </div>
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The sounds and smells change with the seasons, of course, and I think perhaps this unusual winter has brought to my attention, just how precious the sounds and smells of the country are . . . not to mention the sights. This is the first winter I've enjoyed flocks of cardinals and bluebirds in the same season. Seems the cardinals are in abundance in the winter, but the bluebirds are out of sight until spring. Even the robins were a part of the February scenery this year.</div>
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As I go about my chore routine, I smile and say thank you to my Heavenly Father. As I organize my thoughts of the garden and the flocks and herds, I smile and say thank you to my Heavenly Father. As I think of the first Thursday of the month, the livestock auction is one of my favorite places. Just in thinking of that, I smile and say thank you to my Heavenly Father. The sounds and smells of the country truly are a blessing.<br />
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K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-68100471535281802152016-02-14T14:11:00.002-08:002016-02-14T16:19:15.874-08:00My Roof, My RulesRemember, as kids, when we heard this"as long as you're lining under my roof . . .?" I've since heard "My world, My rules" from our Heavenly Father, and . . . the direct instructions that I am to not only live by His rules, but to uphold those rules here in the Land of Goshen. As the gathering begins, I am to make certain things clear and non-negotiable, while other matters can be brought to the table for discussion. First and foremost, it's occurred to me, if I just allow everyone to walk in doing things their own way, I'm not walking in the integrity I've been called to and that brings dishonor to my Heavenly Father. <br />
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I've already been admonished by family for being unbending, and I've become quite comfortable with that accusation, be it accurate or not . . . I worked hard and have counted the costs regarding this place, I don't have to make concessions on the vision. I'm not that lonely! Besides the list of absolutes is pretty short.<br />
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First, no hard liquor in the designated set apart sanctuary of meeting. That means the Tabernacle and the clearing out back in the timber. I do allow wine in the clearing and if someone is paying their share on the place and living in their own TT or 5W, I really don't care what they have, but none in the Tabernacle. Second, no "shack up" arrangements. I no longer believe in state sanctioned licenses, but there needs to be some sort of formal Covenant or Ketubah. I won't send anyone away who already had a state license, as that would be incredibly hypocritical, as . . . I'm stuck with one, myself.<br />
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Third, and this is important. I've asked several folks to not enter my address in their GPS. For the most part, that request has gone unheeded. So, here it is plain and simple. As far as I'm concerned, GPS is a part of "Big Brother." If you can't get from Point A to Point B without Big Brother, this is not the place for you. Since, for the time being, this place has been entrusted to my care, if my request has gone unheeded regarding GPS, again, when it all hits the fan, this is not the place for you. While I'm on the subject of "not the place" for certain folk, if you believe Ammon Bundy is a terrorist and the Hammonds should be in prison, definitely do not waste your time, coming here.<br />
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Now, on a more positive note. YaH willing, there will be a five fold ministry for healing, deliverance and teaching those who are seeking! Essential oils are flowing, so there will be no need for doctors or prescriptions. There will be no cable media invading our peace, there will be health and shalom in this place. There will be wonderful "Ground Therapy" in the garden. The honey is a couple of miles away, but the milk will be flowing freely . . . again YaH willing and those of us here stand solely on His Word without compromise. Although there will be responsibilities, we are ordained to be free.<br />
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More good news, every week, we all will have a full day of rest. No fence building, no hoeing, no tilling, no projects, just a day of rest. With the exception of an occasional emergency, working on Shabbat is "against our religion!" As far as I can tell, the cost of living here wouldn't really require anyone to have a full time town job, so there would be plenty of time to hone those G-d given talents into skills. I am not looking to be a boss. As far as community goes, I don't want anyone to sign over their personal property or bring all their money into a mutual fund, as it should remain in the possession of the one who earned it. Of course, there will be bills like electricity and parking . . . Since I do not intend to take ownership of anyone's personal assets, I therefore; do not intend to compromise on the vision for this land in which I was brought to and purchased.<br />
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<b><i>In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths. Proverbs 3:6</i></b>K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-47655828782511942082016-01-24T14:53:00.000-08:002016-01-24T14:53:05.460-08:00A Bird's Eye ViewIn making a few changes around the homestead, I found myself in the Title and Deed office. It was there that I was give a copy of an aerial photo of this place and some of the surrounding land in all four directions. Nestled in acres of timber and empty range lies the bustling presence of this homestead called Goshen. <br />
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I felt like an enthused little girl as I identified everything on the place from the tiny image. I truly wish I'd taken photos of this place when I first saw it. I remember the look on my grandchildren's face when I first brought them to come go "backward" fishing . . . Backward fishing for those who do not know, is when you buy the young fish at the farm store from the fish farm truck, and turn them loose in your own pond. There are now some pretty good sized fish in the pond. Fishing really isn't my sport of choice, but I can bait a hook, cast like you wouldn't believe, and definitely clean and cook 'em. It's the actual "catching" that's difficult for me. I just don't have the right wrist action and reel and spin technique. Yet I digress . . .<br />
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In thinking back, I remember my daughter getting on her cell phone to see if it was simply too remote for a signal. Overhearing her description was both exciting and a bit ominous. When I first saw the place, I knew this was where I belonged. After making the purchase, before the improvements had begun, what I saw as a tremendous opportunity, she saw it as complete wilderness! Perhaps, there is more truth to both of our perspectives than I had considered. Maybe I do belong in the wilderness . . . and the aerial view just seemed to confirm that for me yesterday.<br />
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As many of us homesteaders have discovered, we can be quite a ways off the beaten path, yet still be quite connected via the internet. My kids think I've dropped out, but the reality is, I'm now more involved than ever. There is more going on, on this ten acres in the wilderness than I've ever experienced in my life, and there is more coming! HalleluYah! K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-5256759185766886502015-12-31T15:20:00.002-08:002015-12-31T15:20:54.400-08:00Expansion UnderwayBerea Tabernacle remains the best building on the place and was put in place the first year of settling the Land of Goshen. As a matter of fact, I was listening for the first several months as to whether this place would be called Berea or Goshen . . . If I recall the dates correctly, the fence and trees were added within a month of the purchase. The house was then ready for occupancy right before the High Holy Days, August to be exact. The Tabernacle was added after the High Holy Days and the first service was late autumn back in 2009.<br />
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The Winnebago remains in the wings for temporary housing for newcomers, and two additions were added to the house back in 2012, but we suffered a bit of a time delay in moving forward at that time. Recently, another building has been purchased and is now in place west of the lane. I'm thinking it maybe for business . . . not sure yet, but it was a good deal, so I acted upon it. Now I'm looking at two more options in the direction of "full speed ahead."<br />
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I'm looking at providing accommodations for those who want to learn, or even come on board, but, life in the Land of Goshen is not free. This place was not given to me, freely, and while it is heading off grid and primarily self-sustaining, the existence is not free of charge. I realize the day is coming when we cannot buy or sell, but until then money will be exchanged, including rent and electricity, even some classes. As I've searched and prayed about this, I've noticed other TO believers do not give away their knowledge, products, and merchandise. <br />
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As I prepare this place, I realize there will be those who arrive unprepared, with only the shirt on their back. If they didn't know, that's one thing, but if they referred to themselves as a watchman on the wall, voice in the wilderness, or any of the five fold office titles, there will be NO free lunch. We are called to prepare and that doesn't mean make a connection to "help" someone who is preparing. What I'm doing right now, I'm doing without help. Anyone coming here, although "willing" to help, will in fact be helping themselves.<br />
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If those of us who see what's coming are going to "community up," we need to get with it and start pooling resources soon. I have land . . . someone else has a shelter or money for one, and someone else has . . . it's time to get creative and work together. While Bernie Sanders is pushing socialism, the remnant needs to realize we can share as they did in the book of Acts. As an aside, Bernie Sanders does have it in his power to fulfill at least part of the campaign promise of Hoover back in the Great Depression. I would think if anyone could do it, Bernie Sanders, son of Colonel Sanders could, with a social agenda; make sure there is a chicken in every pot! LOL<br />
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The issue was addressed in People of the Preservation, and even though I know that I know, the power was in The Word of YHWH; intercession before the throne by His saints, made a huge difference. I'm not talking superstition or feelings here, but knowing someone is praying for you, is definitely a reality! I'm frequently asked to pray for someone and I do that, knowing full well it isn't my words, but YHWH's power that makes the difference, yet He does bless our obedience. That promise is repeated throughout His Word.<br />
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When a person in need or pain seeks an intercessor, they are in obedience. Messiah said, where two touch in agreement . . . He also said to ask in His Name . . . and James tells us if any are sick, go before the elders. The book of Acts is filled with mighty acts of the Apostles by the power of the Holy Spirit.<br />
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I knew He would hear my prayer and answer it, but at the time I received the news, I certainly didn't know how. When I typed that simple statement, not only was I blessed, I was humbled and I am sure all those who responded and prayed were blessed for their compassionate obedience as well, or will be. In reading the responses to my request, I found myself praying a prayer of thanksgiving for each of them. As I write this, the old southern gospel song is playing in my head, "Will the Circle Be Unbroken."<br />
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To be able to stand before a room full of teary eyed images of masculinity and stoicism and fulfill the wishes of the departed to bring laughter in celebration of her life, was nothing short of a miracle for me. Although I was glad for Aunt Nina, my heart was breaking for her children, grandchildren, and the rest of us who will miss her greatly. Knowing I'll never, in this life again, hear her say, "I love you," is a very sad fact for me; and even in acknowledging that in the service, not a tear fell from the eyes of this speaker. That was her final wish and she'd put it in writing. <br />
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I pray the blessing I received that was truly powerful and overwhelming will be showered upon all those who interceded for me and spend time in their prayer closet interceding for others. Amein.K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-25444990401921135672015-11-30T15:41:00.000-08:002015-11-30T15:41:38.971-08:00Almost WinterAs social media erupts once again with the debates and dogma regarding Hanukkah, I found myself searching Scripture. I'm not really too interested in the debates as I see a real "spirit" of Constantine pervading the movement to return to Torah truth. There are some "teachers" who continue to bring division in their exalted understanding . . . It's hard enough for folks to come out of all the traditions of Judaism and Christianity, only to find the nitpicker debates . . . I, personally, think those are the worst! <br />
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So far, the annual debate and "greater revelation" of Jeremiah 10:3,4 began surfacing shortly after Halloween. Halloween is getting to be a "safe" social media "anti-observe" holiday. Seems a great number of Christians are realizing the implications, as well as most of the HRM, Messianics, and Torah Observant believers. Most of us can agree on that one day we "don't do!" Even much of our secular society realizes there is just too much risk and potential danger associated with Halloween, to even think it's just harmless fun. Too many times, it's proven to not be harmless and far from fun! I do find it interesting, though, that so many complain about Christmas decorations up in stores around Halloween, and I tend to feel the same disdain about the debates beginning so early. Many folks are moving away from the traditions of Christmas, as well, in search of well, something more meaningful . . . and perhaps even mentioned in Scripture! Which is where the newest, latest debate comes in. Hanukkah, historical truth or pagan tradition?<br />
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Last year was the first year I remember receiving warnings on social media about celebrating Hanukkah. I'll be honest, though, I was deeply troubled by the brazen mockery in 2011, of someone who decided to crash my Hanukkah traditions, which led to some serious personal introspection. How much of "my" Hanukkah celebration was truth and how much was simply tradition? Very little research was needed to realize Hanukkah in America is basically a Christmas knock-off, and not celebrated the same in any other country, so . . . I knew 2011 would be the last year of gifts and not really sure how I would explain that to grandchildren. I also wasn't sure what else would fall away. As it turns out, their parents made it very easy, as I was basically an outcast by the end of 2012. It wasn't easy to deal with how that problem was solved, but it was obviously solved! So much was resolved in a relatively short time.<br />
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So, here's the short list according to history. Truth: Antiochus did erect a statue of Zeus in the Temple and sacrificed a pig on the altar, desecrating it completely. Truth: The Maccabees did stand against Antiochus and ultimately prevailed. Truth: The Temple was restored and dedicated.Truth: Feast of Dedication is found in John 10:22, and Messiah revealed himself as Messiah through that time on Solomon's Colonnade. <br />
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Tradition: Latkes. Tradition: Fried food for 8 days. Tradition: only in America are gifts given. Tradition: Playing dreydl every night and gelt. Tradition: Candle lighting<br />
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Now, as for the traditions . . . gifts have gone by the wayside, and I can only stand about 2 or 3 days of latkes, then I'm completely done frying . . . As for candle lighting, I do use an Hanakiah rather than the official style menorah, because it is not a commanded Holy Day. The temple was restored and rededicated, and it does not seem inappropriate to do the same with myself, since my body is a temple of the Holy Spirit. . . another reason to nix a week of fried food. As for playing dreydl, when I have guests, it's a fun little parlor game. <br />
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Meanwhile, it gets rather tempting to just become a recluse until January, and all the holiday mayhem is over. Clearly, it won't be resolved, but over and done is nice. When all this clears and the January 2016 calendar is placed on the kitchen wall, that means only 45 days til the garden can be started!</div>
K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-7014758028640996822015-11-08T12:54:00.000-08:002015-11-08T12:54:18.446-08:00Serious ConsiderationAs folks are realizing, it's probably time to start getting serious about being self-sustaining. I really don't like that term "self" sustaining because it is YHWH who makes provision for His children. Even though I began the homesteading life a decade ago, I'm still considering a few matters, myself. If I saw the vision correctly, others will be coming here, some to move here to be a part of a ministry team, and some just for a season, to be ministered to.<br />
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Suddenly, the request I made in that upper room nearly 21 years ago makes even more sense today than it did, then. When I first entered Covenant or truly made the commitment to follow Messiah, then received the Holy Spirit, I was bold in my immaturity. I confessed my inability to assess circumstances and intentions wisely, and asked for the "gift of discernment." Abba did grant my request. I knew I received that gift, for two reasons. First, my confession of my own lack and second, I immediately was able to get a glimpse of the spirit world. In the beginning, it didn't happen often, but I could see what I'd never seen before.<br />
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I still struggled in the flesh in some areas, particularly with family, so where I tried to manage myself, I was not surrendered to the Holy Spirit, therefore lacked discernment in those areas . . . Hope in the natural amounts to nothing more than "rose colored glasses" which completely hinders discernment. So those came off about four years ago. Truth of the matter is, I had simply not wanted to hear or see what was right in front of me. I wanted it to be different. Perhaps some day it will be, but for the time being, it is what it is. My refusal to discern and look clearly did not change reality! With reality what it is, everywhere; I'm so grateful to have received discernment in more areas of my life. It's going to be needed through these end of days.<br />
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I'm definitely going to have to be able to see and hear who is supposed to be here, as part of the ministry team. I'm also going to have to be able to discern who is actually seeking YHWH and who is self-serving . . . then there's the reality that some folks really will be a clear and imminent problem to the operation of this place. I've already been through that twice and it doesn't end pretty, but thankfully, it did end clearly, and before any major damage was done. I couldn't make that same statement had I not received greater discernment from YHWH. I did not have the wherewithal in the natural, to see and take the stand I took. What transpired was accomplished by the grace and power of G-d. <br />
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I'm also giving serious consideration to discount all those who are doing nothing and calling it faith. I can't help but wonder if Noah had a few of those in his circle as well! At least, since manna hadn't yet happened, he didn't have to hear about "real faith knows G-d will take care of it at the time of the need." I'll make this statement here and it will stand as long as digital history is permitted. The manna ceased when the children of Israel began working the land after crossing the Jordan. <b style="font-style: italic;"> And the manna ceased on the morrow after they had eaten of the old corn of the
land; neither had the children of Israel manna any more; but they did eat of the
fruit of the land of Canaan that year. Joshua 5:12 </b>Since I've been corrected many times regarding my preparedness vs. faith, that will be a deciding factor on who is allowed access to this homestead. That's not to say those who are preparing elsewhere will not be welcome, as I know, many of us are preparing our various skills and talents to be brought together at the time ordained. The exclusion applies only to those who are aware of the coming collapse and doing nothing, or worse, speaking against preparing. <br />
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Anyone who knows enough Scripture to be making comment in the discussions of the end of days, also knows Messiah said, "It would be as in the days of Noah." Scripture very clearly states Noah was instructed to "build and prepare." It also states, there were no late coming passengers or stowaways. <br />
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<br />K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-7181383739166708012015-10-23T16:54:00.000-07:002015-10-23T16:54:10.574-07:00TrendingOne morning, having finished devotions and still enjoying a cup of coffee, I found myself doodling. Often my doodling amounts to a thought for an article or even a new book. Sometimes it's a sketch for a drawing or painting, I'll probably never get around to; but not that morning. In less than 10 minutes, there was a picture, as well as a list of supplies. I sat back and looked. What I had drawn was what would become new shelters for the goats. When relocating to Goshen, I decided I didn't want a big barn or pole shed, as too much heat is lost in the winter. A local flea market had these wonderful wooden boxes that made the best goat sheds, but since they were boxes, there was no watershed and the elements have taken their toll.<br />
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I figure the current boxes, pictured above; have one more winter in them, providing the snow isn't too heavy. <br />
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The new design has already been prototyped and is now slated for mass production. So far, there are only two, but two more are cut and ready to be assembled. This teepee design is great for heat conservation, as well as watershed. The design has no waste in production and there's even a special little spot for babies to tuck in a corner with minimal heat loss.<br />
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As you can see, the doorway is on opposite sides, so these can be placed nearly face to face with walking room only, to offer windbreaks at the openings. I'm pretty much picturing about a dozen of them randomly placed in each pasture. <br />
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The greatest thing about these structures, as if more is needed . . . They are portable, which means no muck! Just pick them up and move them to a new clean spot, scatter some clean straw and voila, nice clean accommodations without shoveling! K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-60379976425550926832015-10-02T16:01:00.001-07:002015-10-02T16:01:35.468-07:00A Bad MondayThe day after sharing Yom Teruah at a local gathering, I got rattled from my crown to my soles! It seems everything went crazy Monday evening. I've heard others talk about bad Mondays, but I'd never really considered myself to have a bad Monday, until the 14th of September 2015. The phone rang before 8am for no emergency whatsoever. So although I was thankful for no emergency, the ringing could have waited until a less startling time of day. My mornings are pretty introspective and quiet until closer to 9. As a rule, in Goshen, the only sounds before 8 am are roosters crowing, ducks quacking, and coffee perking. <br />
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Hank, ever vigilant but always reasonable; went berserk on the new guineas, chasing them into the timber . . . He wasn't trying to eat them or anything, just scattering them out of the yard. I had a very heated, strong word for him. I'd never seen him act so intensely before. I accepted when the guineas had roosted in the timber that some of them would be prey for the owls. I didn't necessarily accept it graciously, but I did accept it. That rattling was emotional and disappointing, but there is a certain amount of loss when it comes to free range poultry. I'm still recovering from the next one.<br />
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Leroy Brown, the buck I bought in early September at the livestock auction has taken his job very seriously. He is what is known as a "working buck." That is the socially acceptable way to say he is openly displaying every mating ritual of his species . . . constantly. Buck goats have some pretty odd rituals, and bear absolutely no shame in demonstrating them. I've learned to live with the musky scent that seems to hang over the entire place through the autumn. Some goat breeds have a breeding cycle throughout the year, while others are seasonal, like deer. Having a mixed dairy herd, I try to keep a buck of the breeds that have seasonal mating, rather than year round. I usually keep the buck in the north pasture after breeding season and through the heavy milking season, but Leroy Brown has already be "rehomed." His work here is done!<br />
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When Leroy arrived, he was docile, to the point I wrote about how amazingly docile he was for an older buck. Then, he realized there were females . . . The gate will never be the same. Leroy is leaving the Land of Goshen with a few memories permanently etched. The once straight metal gate is now bowed beyond straightening and I have a couple of fingers that appear to have a new shape as well. In all fairness to Leroy, he is still very docile toward me, but he cannot be trusted around the gate. <br />
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Back to the evening after Yom Teruah. It was chore time and I had been able to move the does as they "came in" back to Leroy's pasture for just a couple of days, then when breeding was accomplished, bring them back up to the front. A buck in the pasture really taints the flavor of the milk. I can't explain it, but it's a proven fact. So, I've been keeping the milkers time with the buck, limited to "strictly business." It was all going pretty well for the first few days, but then it happened. I was moving one doe into the Leroy's pasture, when Leroy was right there at the gate with his eye on a young doe right next to me. The young doe is at that awkward age, old enough to come in season, but too young to breed safely. A buck in rut cannot or will not be reasoned with. <br />
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It's all just a horrible painful blur now, as I was letting Cherie in the back to spend a little time with Leroy, he had his eye and intent upon Rhoda who was standing right next to me, on the opposite side of the gate The instant the gate was opened for Cherie, Leroy rammed it, and my hand was immediately caught between the gate and the fence that runs perpendicular. As he backed up for a second shot, I knew I had less than 3 seconds to get something done, so I got my hand free, grabbed the gate with all my might and stood for the second impact. By then I was running on pure fear and adrenaline . . . but by the grace of G-d, after he backed up focusing for the third hit, I did get the gate latched. He hit it a third time, then I secured the second part of latching, looked at my bloody mangled hand and knew I had to finish milking anyway. <br />
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The next day, as I was trying to peck out an article I heard Abba clearly speak to me, directing me to go outdoors, look directly at Leroy and tell him in the Name of Y'hshuwah I have dominion over him. The old saying about putting "feet to my faith" was never more clear than it was at that moment. I also knew, immediate obedience was required for promised results, so . . . I got up, went outdoors, went through that gate to Leroy's side. He was down near the pond, but when he heard me, he came striding right up. I stood holding my walking stick in my injured hand, raised my right hand and declared precisely what Adonai had told me to say. "Leroy, in the name of Y'hshuwah I have dominion over you." He stopped, he stood, and then he gently approached me. I petted him, went to the gate. I then told him there would be no more raucous at the gate. I walked through without incident. Every day he talked to me, he ate out of my hand, and he stood by that gate every evening at milking time . . . but he simply stood.<br />
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As for the guineas, in my time of injury, I really wasn't on top of everything I needed to be around here. One day there were none to be accounted for. I couldn't see or hear a single one. I prayed, asking Abba to please watch over the ones that were left. The next day, half of them reappeared. The number isn't great, but perhaps if I'd prayed sooner, it would be larger.<br />
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In spite of a bad day, I don't believe Mondays are inherently bad. Meanwhile, the reality of The Word has replaced being rattled. <br />
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<b><i>Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all
things under his feet: All sheep and oxen, yea, and the beasts of the field; The fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea, and whatsoever passeth through the
paths of the seas. O YHWH our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth! from the 8th Psalm</i></b><br />
<br />K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-76823147295665912252015-09-14T12:27:00.000-07:002015-09-14T12:27:20.702-07:00Tis the SeasonThere is just so much to learn about the significance of the seasons, according to our Creator's calendar. Granted, even those of us who are claiming to follow it, can't seem to agree on some specifics, but the general laws of nature are consistent. As is the tradition, the debates rage across social media. I keep the concealed moon calendar which I believe aligns with 119 Ministries. That's not the point of this particular post today, however. This week I've noticed how much I organize the place around the High Holy Days and have given some serious contemplation to the days when the people of YHWH actually gathered in Jerusalem around the Temple.<br />
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This year I observed Shemitah, so there was not garden, but in the other six years the harvest is complete in time for Sukkot (Feast of Tabernacles.) The winter supply is preserved and stored and the last of the fresh fruits and veggies make for minimal labor meals through the week of Sukkot. Also to consider the gathering, there is a great opportunity to work together and share both in the labor and the accomplished results. We are getting just a taste of what life will be like in the Kingdom. Since my house is divided, I'm not planning to host a formal Sukkot gathering, but spiritual family is always welcome. I have been blessed to host a few Sukkot gatherings and of course, I have developed some "traditional" dishes for the occasion. I know I've mentioned before, this is not doctrine; but my definition of the difference between a regular meal and a feast is extra side dishes and dessert. Moussaka has been a personal favorite entree for Sukkot for many years now, as it includes most of the last of the veggie harvest and pumpkin spice cake is the dessert.</div>
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Another factor I've considered in this timing, is the breeding season of the flocks and herds. In the spring the milk and eggs are in abundance and the milk is delicious, so there are many milk and egg based dishes through the spring Holy Days. By fall, the hens have slacked off and the buck scent is heavy, very heavy. For those of us living off the land, the dishes for the autumn Holy Days are best designed to avoid milk and use minimal eggs. I think of the ancient Israelites and the many Scriptural references to them as shepherds. I can only imagine the throngs of people, as well as the seemingly countless animals that would surround Jerusalem in the autumn. Knowing the way this place smells right now and will for about a month, I'm sure the musky scent of bucks and rams surrounded the city for miles.<br />
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I'm looking forward to Sukkot and awakening eye to eye with the herd. This is only a theory, but having several herds come together through breeding season may have also kept the bloodlines from becoming too inbred while the flocks and herds increased. Of course, obedience is the primary reason for observing these feasts, and convenience is not the issue; but it is awesome to note the natural timing of these set apart days. I don't have a full understanding of the details of Messiah's millennial reign, but I do know the Holy Days are part of the plan.<br />
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<b><i>And it shall come to pass, that every one that is left of all the nations which
came against Jerusalem shall even go up from year to year to worship the King, YHWH of hosts, and to keep the Feast of Tabernacles. Zechariah 14:16</i></b><br />
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K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-47104223193307276302015-09-06T14:15:00.000-07:002015-09-06T14:15:40.149-07:00Counting ChickensWe all know you can't count your chickens before they are hatched, but sometimes counting them after they are hatched is no easy task. I have a simple method of chicken counting, that has served me well for a decade now. When Mr. B shared this handy bit of info with his mother-in-law, telling her I'd shared it with him; she pulled me aside in admonishment. She felt it was very demanding of me to insist that he learn how many of each color we had . . . I find my method to be quite easy if the flock is mixed. <br />
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I have two flocks of chickens, and usually a brood coming up, but the two adult flocks are free range. One flock, of 12 young hens and a rooster, is in a 2500 square foot pen, the other flock has the full run of the place. I keep two flocks for what I think is a pretty good reason. <br />
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I keep the young flock of 13 in the pen for two reasons. They are the most productive egg layers, but since they are young, if they are not somewhat contained, the eggs could be anywhere on the place. Keeping just one rooster to cover these 12 insures the eggs are fertile for hatching and there are no spontaneous cock fights. Two roosters will fight and when that happens, the hens are not always "covered" and there are injuries. <br />
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I let the older flock run the place, which is great for pest control, and they know their way back to the nest box for egg laying. The fact that they are older, I don't rely on daily eggs from all the hens, and I have a few too many roosters roaming, but they are old, now. The fall I broke my arm, a few of the roosters escaped the freezer, and now they're old. Butcher age is about 5-6 months, and anything past 8 or 9 months will take some stewing. The older roosters would be tough to eat and they are not so aggressive with each other, so I'm letting the few who got a reprieve, just live out their days, eating bugs, and die of old age. <br />
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There are some breeds that are not heavy meat, but good layers; while others are not as productive layers, but quite heavy and meaty. Rhode Island Reds, Plymouth Rocks, and Black Australorps are my favorite for both meat and egg production. Buff Orpington also fit in that group. The Orpington hens seem to be the best brooders, while the roosters of that breed seem to be the most aggressive and invariably end up in the stew pot or frying pan. Now that I've been at this for a decade, I'm grateful to not have to buy eggs. Dressing chickens is by far, not my favorite part of homesteading, but it's preferable to purchasing meat and wondering what I'm actually eating . . .<br />
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I still have a few purebred Plymouth Rocks, I think, and a couple of pure Black Australorps, but most of the flock is now cross bred amongst the four breeds I have listed above. The individual chickens have some very distinctive characteristics that make most of them quite individualistic. <br />
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For those new to chicken ranching, I discovered a simple method when the colors vary or individual characteristics are identified. The original flock was 12 poulets of various breeds and two Buff Orpington cockerels. Chickens will not hold still to be counted and they don't line up to enter and exit the chicken house. Trying to count twelve or fourteen that are all moving, often results in "starting the count over." The roosters are easily identified pretty young, but the hens, I identify by color. It's much easier to count to three, four times, than it is to recount to twelve a couple of times. Three red ones, three black ones, three speckled ones, three brown ones . . . everyone is accounted for. <br />
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<br />K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-89475137543142313812015-08-30T13:32:00.001-07:002015-08-30T13:32:32.603-07:00Life As We Know ItLife as we know it, will never be the same. In reality, there are many events that occur which leave "life as we've known it," to be different. Life is fluid, or should be, so it's ever changing. Our convictions don't necessarily change with the social tides; although sometimes they become even stronger in opposition to the trend. Many of us are finding ourselves making decisions that we really hadn't considered, in regard to the changes in society. When I first learned about the Bill of Rights, I had no idea, it would be rejected or politically revised by over half of our society. The Bill of Rights was specifically drawn up to protect our individual rights, and now government control over individuals is applauded, by both sides of the political aisle.<br />
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As for "life as we know it will never be the same," that change seems to continue gaining momentum, I find myself asking, first and foremost, is it just me, my age, or is society truly choosing to plummet into this abyss of forced compliance, which is the exact opposite of freedom? I made the conscious decision to follow a pillar of fire, out of mainstream several years ago. Walking in covenant with our Creator simply doesn't fit into our mainstream society, and the chasm seems to be widening. I'm not sure if a covenant lifestyle ever actually fit into American society, but it's clear it no longer does. Several of us have been making what we perceive to be as necessary changes, primarily in the area of system dependency. <br />
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The more I seek Abba, the less dependent I find myself to be on the system, in general. I'm not all the way there yet, and maybe it's my age, but I'm guessing I will simply have to adjust when there is no other choice. As I head off grid, I still enjoy the a/c and heat pump that runs on the power grid. When the day comes that I cannot buy electricity without the mark of the beast, then I'll adjust and be thankful for those days I didn't have to chop wood to stay warm. I often give thanks for ice water. Ice is something I really enjoy and have taken for granted. In moving away from mainstream, I find myself much more thankful than I was before.<br />
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I'm thankful to be able to work from home, and so thankful to be able to raise most of my own groceries. I will miss coffee when the time comes, but I've spotted some chicory growing wild, and ground roasted acorns make a pretty tasty brew. I am not one of those "preppers" who is looking forward to the collapse, like many of them sound. Perhaps it's selfish, but I'm enjoying this earthy, organic life all tucked away off the beaten path with modern conveniences. Although I'm not in mainstream, I do enjoy "life as I know it." I'm aware there is a time coming in which many who are unprepared and not in covenant will realize life as they've known will never be the same.<br />
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As life as we know it continues to change, I'm heading back to life as it was known . . .<br />
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<br />K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-17720774511079009202015-08-20T16:14:00.000-07:002015-08-20T16:14:07.586-07:00The Joy of YHWHThis week has been, in a word; difficult! Funny, even as I type the word, I can honestly say, by difficult, I don't mean bad. This kind of difficult is more like stretching . . . and a change of perspective, also not bad! I'm feeling a little bit more "called out" and at first I wasn't sure I was hearing correctly, but I did. This isn't an Elijah syndrome. I don't think I'm the "only one." I think many of us are being called out to a place of just alone with YHWH to come into a fuller covenant relationship with Him. <br />
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Whether America faces economic collapse, martial law, a military invasion, more wildfires, or a meteor that divides the continent, judgment is coming. For those of us who are aware and sounding the warning, it's just not always easy. The direction from which the arguments come can be a bit discouraging and yet, I can't be quiet. It is fire in my bones. Not only am I sounding the warning, I also have the answer! The world has only existed in this present state for a little over 100 years. Before that, since the dawn of creation, humanity lived agriculturally and as hunters and gatherers. There was craftsmanship and artisanry, but the craftsmen and artisans were dependent upon those who would bring food to trade for wares. We didn't have all this stuff that could come tumbling down on us!<br />
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There was a time before the industrial revolution and the technological age of instant gratification in which decent shelter, food on the table and clothes on one's back was a good life! For men, providing that for his family meant he was successful. For women, taking care of that and raising children to be respectable adults was her success! Before this time of owning so much we care about nothing, there was a true sense of gratitude and accomplishment. For years now, I've cringed at the mantra "work smarter not harder." I have nothing against intelligence, but I'm not so sure what actually happened was so smart! Workers negotiated with business owners to make more money while working less, and now we have few independent businesses and shuttered factories. Before this time in which we are now living, there was a contentment in life and a feeling of satisfaction in true accomplishment. Once being paid for absence became an accomplishment, our society began to silently crumble.<br />
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I simply do not have words to express how good my life is and how content I am in what I do. It's not perfect, I'm in it . . . and there are things that could be better, but I have need of nothing. I do work every day except Shabbat, and I still check on the critters then. There is no hourly wage and there are no paid sick days. If I don't get something done, it's simply not done. There is no A for effort and no participation trophy. Accomplishments are required! I am warm in the winter and cool in the summer. The past six years my garden has produced bountifully, and I enjoyed a blessed resting of the land this year. The ministry has expanded while my books and businesses are meeting needs. The flocks and herd keeps me in eggs and milk and provide pretty good company . . . I have work clothes, chore clothes, town clothes, and night clothes, with the added blessing, I've enjoyed this style for so long, it's actually now back in style. Most importantly, though, I have the joy of YHWH for my strength and His shalom fills this place.<br />
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The difficulty has been in how to convey to others, that this lifestyle works! <br />
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<br />K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-82238978846495431822015-08-13T16:41:00.002-07:002015-08-13T16:41:39.978-07:00Unexpected Timing to Answered PrayerThis week has been, well in a word, interesting. The timing has been quite unexpected. The other day, I asked Abba a very direct question. It was a question, long overdue, but I think my heart just wasn't quite ready to hear the answer, so I opined intellectually and psychologically. When I asked the question, to be really honest, I just went on with other topics of prayer and found myself literally shocked to tears when the answer came so quickly. I was driving at the time, and was within a mile of my destination when the answer came. I had asked a question of Abba, and I figured the answer would come when reading my Bible or in my own stillness. There have been only a few times, when I heard Abba's voice like a bolt out of the blue while driving and those times are memorable.<br />
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Unfortunately, this particular answer, although somewhat expected; was not one I really wanted to hear just minutes before being in a public place. Isn't it interesting how we want to hear from G-d, we want to know that we know, then when He does answer right away, we aren't ready for the answer? We know His sheep hear His voice. Once I cried through and calmed down, I was truly thankful to be able to hear Him and to have heard Him so quickly. Now, in my usual humanness, I hope for more of this, His voice that is. As I had my Psalm 6:6 experience that afternoon and evening, I was blessed to realize I needed this information and I'm so thankful He's allowed me to have it.<br />
<b><i>I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my
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The next day, I got to hear Him again, only this time it was something that brought a smile. All summer I've been watching Craigslist for milkers and they simply are not in abundance or they are miles away in other states. It could be everyone is planning to hunker down and be ready to be self-sustaining. Milk goats are just not plentiful this year. I decided to keep one of the spring bucklings for a herd sire, so I couldn't keep the doelings . . . I've got a couple of girls that are getting on up in age, so I've been watching for just a couple. <br />
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The other evening I went to the goat auction, but knew a friend was going to be there also, and he'd already told me what he was looking for. Abba had told me to not bid on the first one I thought was a good one. He said my friend was such a gentleman, if he saw me bidding, he'd stop. Sure enough the first one I saw that was bid-worthy now belongs to my friend. He graciously shared some milk with me and it is delicious. So, back to what I heard Monday. A gentleman had just posted on Craigslist his downsizing a working milk herd. There were a number to choose from. As it turned out, they were just over in the next county and both girls are beautiful, adjusting nicely, and producing well. They are both less than four years old, so they should be love assets to the Land of Goshen for some time to come. I knew, I needed to have a herd of 12 to be ready, and as of Monday, there are 10 nannies and two young bucks. Within 24 hours, I had two answers. I'm so glad I rejoiced in hearing Him, even when the news wasn't good. I'm sure if I had become angry in the first answer, I'd have never heard the second one. K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-61045383893064027842015-08-07T12:43:00.000-07:002015-08-07T12:43:56.129-07:00An Awesome BlessingAs I got out of the van Wednesday, I smelled gasoline. I mentioned it to Mr. B and went on to unload our newest residents here in Goshen, Cheese and Quackers, two ducks from a summer camp. As it turns out, this gasoline issue is a factory fuel pump problem, which was noted on a recall letter 2 years ago . . . I got Cheese and Quackers unloaded and unpenned, then sat down to hear the dreaded news from Mr. B. He likes dreading life, so I was prepared . . . As it turns out, if a problem develops, all those who have purchased this vehicle are to call the dealership from which the purchase was made. <br />
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Thankfully, the dealership of our purchase was allowed to remain in business after the Bail-out, close downs, "cash for clunkers," and downsizing of the Big 3. As a matter of fact, both the Chrysler and Ford dealerships now sit empty on the opposite corners of the intersection. Auto manufacturers do not seem to have the same "job security" as Big Pharma . . . yet I digress. So a quick call was made, and the voice on the other end said bring it in first thing in the morning and DO NOT drive it in the mean time! With that word of warning, Mr. B shared with me a story of a leaking fuel line that went up in flames rather quickly. Since it wasn't yet in the carport, I believed it to be wise to park it well away from the house, the tabernacle, and the critters. A puddle of gasoline had already formed.<br />
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The Uplander is still in the shop as I write this Friday morning, but HalleluYah, it made it to the shop without incident. There is a loaner out front, and the dealership thinks it will be done before closing tonight. Now, here's where the blessings just poured down and added up!<br />
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I met the people with the ducks, Wednesday, about 70 miles from here, then meandered through Carthage, taking the scenic route home with a stop at Braum's. I had left that morning about 10:30 and arrived home about 3:00. This dilemma with the Uplander did not happen all those miles from home! Glory to our Heavenly Father! I don't have a cell phone and pay phones have all but disappeared; so when I travel, it is a matter of faith. Something that morning that weighed heavily on me, was the fact that the morning had not gone in the usual manner, and I hadn't spent my usual time in devotions . . . It weighed heavily as I was rushing around to make the meeting time. I hadn't completely ignored Abba, it was just the morning had little extra distractions . . . He kept me! It certainly wasn't based upon my devotion ritual, but His banner.<br />
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Since the letter of the recall was two years old and the vehicle itself is a 2008 with 70,000 miles; I wasn't sure how the repair and/or replacement would go. There is no charge on this part or labor. Big HalleluYah! <br />
This is not a situation in which I'm saying, "It could have been so much worse . . . although it certainly could have been!" This is a situation in which "stuff" does happen, and I know that I know, my steps were ordered by Adonai and I was protected.<br />
<br />K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-85552127025898319762015-07-30T15:47:00.002-07:002015-07-30T15:47:39.156-07:00Details So Close, and YetWhen it happened last year, we just shared a chuckle and went on with life, but recently it happened twice within the same week over two different destinations, so it seemed to be a parable regarding roads and descriptions. I always appreciate a good road or traffic parable.<br />
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Last year, my friend and contributor, Gerry decided to surprise me with a visit. As he got close, he discovered my actual address was not in his GPS coverage, so he called for instructions of the last couple of miles. I gave him the directions with details to watch for and stayed on the phone with him as he identified the markers I'd mentioned, then we lost signal . . . but he didn't arrive . . . He called back and we began again on the "main road." This time the initial turn was where the error had taken place, and in a matter of minutes he was rolling into the Land of Goshen. We got busy with our greetings, etc. and never gave any more thought to the mix-up. He's since visited again and clearly now, knows his way to the place.<br />
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This year it happened again with a gentleman looking for his friend Bob. They were going to go fishing. As it turns out, there was even a great coincidence in that Mr. B's name is Bob. The gentleman had the instructions written down . . . every detail was the same, rock road, cow trail between two sheds . . . past a green gate . . . etc. The man called his friend to see what happened and once again, the only difference was in the first turn. It would seem when turning off the "main blacktop" there are similar homesteads on both ends of this road, or at least, similar landmarks.<br />
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The icing on the cake was when I decided to buy some guineas and the place of meeting got changed. I truly do appreciate the fact that these folks saved me several miles to get my guineas, but when the meeting place was determined, there was a misunderstanding. I've never been to any of these local Casinos we have in the area, but the signs are everywhere. So, the lady said, there was a gas station and a convenience store by The Outpost Casino, we'd meet there. I made some mention of the highway being closed for construction. She said, yes, that was as far as you could go . . . Interestingly, as we all realized 40 minutes after the appointed meeting time: At the east end of the highway mentioned there is an Outpost Casino sign, a gas station that mentions no company, and a convenience store. The road literally stops in T and a person must turn right or left. At the west end before the construction sign stops all through traffic, there is the actual Outpost Casino, a gas station with no company logo and a convenience store. The sign at one end is only about three miles to the actual Casino. Needless to say, we each waited for the other at opposite ends of that short stretch of road.<br />
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I couldn't help but wonder how many of us, in our spiritual walk, are all just sure we are seeing the same things, hearing the same Word, even on a small seemingly narrow road, yet heading completely different directions . . . K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-12752256735015353142015-07-23T13:48:00.000-07:002015-07-23T13:48:02.081-07:00Blackberry SeasonThis year, the blackberries were abundant, but . . . there were two problems. I've already mentioned that there are black bears in the area. Black bears like blackberries and they've been spotted in many places in this area. I was watching the berries ripen and they were due to be "perfect" the weekend my daughter came to visit. She arrived on a Thursday afternoon, after taking the seriously long route, yet I digress. When she arrived she was absolutely enthralled with all the berries they had seen on the lane, but since it was so late, we'd wait until tomorrow to go picking. <br />
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When we went to pick the next afternoon, to our disappointment, the ripe blackberries I'd had my eye on were simply gone. She looked at me and asked if someone else had picked what she saw yesterday. My response was "apparently." Since I do have neighbors and part of the lane is just a general easement, I thought and hoped perhaps someone else had been there. We'd joked about bears last year, but with all the photos of nearby sightings, it's no longer a joke! As we walked home rather disappointed, until I could talk with the neighbors, I found myself rather glad we weren't down there picking in the late evening. Even if the berry harvest was meager, I'd prefer that to running into the mama bear and her cubs that had been video recorded about a mile away. <br />
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In addition to sharing the bounty of blackberries with bears, there was another problem this year that really got me thinking about our latest trend in religiosity. This area has received more rain than usual, and out of it's "season." Now we didn't have the flooding of many areas, but we did have enough that I actually have had to mow pasture that is also being grazed. The out of season rain seemed to really affect the flavor of the berries. Blackberries are my absolute favorite, and I'll endure serious heat and sweat for those wonderfully nutritious bursts of flavor, but this year . . . eh, not so much. I made my famous blackberry buckle, adding a bit of extra sugar and I actually said aloud, "this needs blackberry flavoring!" If I were hungry, I'm sure I'd have a different attitude, but I'm not. This is where I began to think about all of religious information, but so much of it has no savour or flavor. I'm not talking about treats and sweets, but the taste of truth is being watered or so overloaded with extraneous information to sort through, the truth is hard to find. <br />
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So often, I find myself hearing, <i><b>"Oh taste and see, YHWH is good."</b></i> As I considered these beautiful bountiful berries that the bears are eating up, I couldn't help but think of "the form of godliness" that looks good on the outside, appeals to the masses seeking feel good entertainment, but lacks substance. This year the blackberries were watered down, and definitely in many of our nation's religious teachings, the truth of The Word has been watered down. I can't help but wonder if the watering down, the additional knowledge, or the extra entertainment has had the same effect on our society that this year's blackberry season had on me? . . . eh, never mind.K D Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10183114008882831294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769962688738756013.post-77649117783972474442015-07-16T13:57:00.001-07:002015-07-16T13:57:19.242-07:00ReadyThis site is usually focused on the ups and downs of modern homesteading. More than anything, I want this to be a place of encouragement for those who may feel a bit isolated in their homesteading projects, as sometimes our mainstream friends just shrug their shoulders and decide we're nuts. I also share a few of the trials and errors for the newbies, so they can hopefully just learn from my mistakes and avoid a few errors. I don't usually get too much into world events, global economy, or prophecy for that matter, but I do feel the need to share something that I took note of.<div>
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My hay man called the other day and said he was moving hay, how about he bring my winter supply on up. Mr. B had gone to town just a couple of days earlier and I'd done something I've never done before. I asked him to write a check at the bank to bring home some cash . . . That is completely out of the ordinary for me. Granted, current world events are well beyond tense, our country has some highly questionable things going on, and it is Shemitah. I'm not sure that I even consciously considered all those variables, when I decided I needed some cash on hand, but as it turns out, I did. </div>
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I am not one that believes cash is the answer to coming calamity, but having necessary things in place and supplies on hand is definitely a good idea. I've recommended many times as of late, to keep gas tanks topped off, and a little pocket change just in case there are some technology glitches. I've seen the yellow plastic bags that cover the pump handles at more than one convenience store, lately. I don't use a debit card or ATMs, but since the NYSE had a technical glitch, I'm quite sure for an ATM could go glitchy.</div>
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