As 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.
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.
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.
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.
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. 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 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.
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.
Make thee an ark of gopher wood; rooms shalt thou make in the ark, and shalt
pitch it within and without with pitch . . . And take thou unto thee of all food that is eaten, and thou shalt gather it to
thee; and it shall be for food for thee, and for them. Thus did Noah; according to all that G-d commanded him, so did he. Genesis 6:14,21-22
Showing posts with label vision. Show all posts
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Sunday, November 8, 2015
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
The Power of Silence, The Power of Prayer
This morning, I awoke realizing it was ten years ago today, a contract offer was made on the beginner homestead. With that contract was an "earnest check" of $500.00 dated 05/05/05. Remember the Dickens classic that begins, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times . . .?" That single day was unique in that it was both the worst and best day, I can remember. To this day, I've continued to learn lessons from that particular day.
Early Tuesday morning, May 3, 2005, just before dawn, I was given a vision. As I've mentioned on numerous occasions, I'd already seen a pillar of fire, so I knew the direction of my move would be south by southeast, but I was told to wait until Abba revealed the destination. I don't really remember how I thought He would reveal this, but that morning, the destination was clear. He showed me what the place looked like, sans the address, of course. There was a long white structure, a well, and a peach tree. With that I got up, started the coffee and waited for a real estate office to open. I shared the vision with Mr. B, and he seemed receptive . . . I wasn't sure if he was planning to relocate with me or take this opportunity to wish me well and part ways, but he was definitely up for a road trip.
A young realtor came by with all the necessary paperwork and signs. We owned more than one piece of property, so I was well aware there would be a number of loose ends to tie up, but the relocation adventure was officially beginning! The realtor was putting the sign in one of the yards as we drove off. The course seemed simple enough to start. Just get on 71 heading south, and the highway itself gradually led a bit east. I was praying and listening and oh so excited. I'd already been looking at land and country homes in nearby towns to the south, so we breezed on through and didn't stop until we were south of Kansas City. Since Scripture refers to the children of YHWH as a peculiar people, the town of Peculiar seemed like a proper place to look around. There was nothing even remotely resembling what I'd seen, so we traveled on. Stopping on down the road, couldn't even get a realtor to answer their phone, so we kept traveling.
We got to Joplin, MO just before sunset and checked into a motel. Grabbed a bite to eat and of all things, there was a "real estate channel" on the television. I still didn't see any property, but did take down the name of realtor and called. An appointment was made for 10:00am the next morning and he had a couple of places to show that weren't on the channel. The first place he showed me, now in thinking back, probably should have offended me, but I was entirely too excited. The next place was not white, but it was a fixer upper so white paint could have been what was needed . . . It did have a peach tree as well as other fruit trees and a well. Since the house needed work, having already experienced refurbishing a home with Mr. B, I had qualms about the place. The realtor was ready to shake us loose and we headed on down the road to the next town, Neosho. I loved the sound of that name. It's a Native American term meaning "City of Springs."
We pulled into the first real estate office we saw from the exit and there we met Lois. Lois was a deal. She was brand new to real estate and what she lacked in experience, she made up in chit chat. She and Mr. B got along just fine. She had a place to show us in which the contract had expired and had actually become inactive. She offered to drive us out there, so I sat in the back while she and Mr. B chatted up front. The drive to the place was gorgeous and when we arrived, a bluebird on the branch of the peach tree was the first thing I saw. But there was another peach tree between the long white manufactured home and the finest well house in the county. This was the place! I recognized it. This was the destination. She couldn't operate the lock box, so she had to call the listing agent. Interestingly, the listing agent was from the same company as the Joplin realtor. I still wonder why he didn't show us that place . . . Well, we got in, and it wasn't exactly a picture from Better Homes and Gardens, but it would just be a matter of cleaning, not repairing or refurbishing. An added bonus was that it was all electric with a fireplace, so heading off grid was already in the works. As I was enthusiastically looking through the place, suddenly, Lois told us she'd have to go. We could think about it and if we wanted to make an offer, she'd be in her office after 8:30 the next morning.
We checked into a motel there outside of that town, got some dinner, and watched the real estate channel again. I jabbered into the night about how awesome this place was, and how precise the vision had been. We discussed plans, so Mr. B was apparently determined to embrace the vision as well, or so I thought . . . The next morning we were ready to make an offer, when Lois informed Mr. B, there was another place she wanted to show us. Suddenly, life was getting strange . . . I dutifully got in the back seat and we headed to another town to find an older manufactured home, not white, no fruit trees, and on city water, not to mention no fireplace and a full sized propane tank in the backyard! We went through it and on the way back to her office, the discussion continued, like there was something to even think about . . . Finally, I just blurted out. You like the one we looked at last night, right? His response nearly killed me. He said he liked this new place better. My first reaction was just like the night of our honeymoon. I just wanted to jump out of the car, but I sat there in silence, praying. My heart was crushed. I couldn't even speak. I hoped the tears would not roll past my big sunglasses.
When we got to the office, I went to the restroom. Prayed aloud, wiped the tears and went back to face the two of them. I felt like I might as well be walking into a lion's den. How could I come this far, having shared the vision, only to end up in a place that was the exact opposite of the vision? I sat down still hoping something had changed. She had written up the offer and they were both waiting for me to write the check and sign the contract offer. Oh, how heavy my left hand felt. I truly thought my heart would burst from the pain. How could this man double cross me AGAIN? I didn't know if this was a test of faith, or if like Moses, I'd blown it and was only going to get to see the promised land. That same question has arisen throughout the last ten years in other situations, as well. Now, back to the contract. When it was all completed, she said she'd present it and she'd contact us with the seller's decision. So, we left, I told Mr. B I'd like to go back by the first place, and he accommodated my request. It was there, we received the call that the contract offer had been rejected. They had just reduced the asking price and would not come down further. With that my heart was encouraged! And yet . . .
There were now just two problems. First, the asking price on the destination of the vision was even more than the other place. Second, Mr. B wanted to go back and look at "his" place to see if he was willing to increase his offer. Since "his" place was still south by southeast of the first place, I thought perhaps, just perhaps there was another place for sale in that vicinity that would suddenly appear. As we were driving out, I asked him if he minded if I called the realtor who had unlocked the door and knew what she was doing; just to see if she thought those people might accept our offer. He told me to "go ahead and call, but . . ." I honestly don't remember the last half of his sentence, as I was already pushing buttons on the phone. The professional realtor explained the legalities to me and that I would still have to go through the other realtor, but she implied the folks were more than willing to entertain an offer.
I relayed this info to Mr. B and he turned the car around. My heart quickened as we headed back to that real estate office. Lois was less than all smiles when we told her we'd decided to make the same offer on the other place, but she complied. Later that same evening, we were informed the couple had accepted the offer. I'd been preparing for this since I first heard Abba tell me he'd lead me to land and a well, so I'd been saving and it was simply a matter of cashing the CD without a penalty of early withdrawal. As always Abba's timing is perfect. The maturity date was later that same month, so the closing was scheduled.
In all of this, I never shared the depth of my heart with anyone but Abba and Y'hshuwah. Only the realtors knew of the relocation plans. I didn't discuss it with family or friends; no one but my Creator and my King. In dealing with Mr. B, there was no argument, no open display of tears, and no silent treatment; but simply being still and knowing YHWH was in control.
Early Tuesday morning, May 3, 2005, just before dawn, I was given a vision. As I've mentioned on numerous occasions, I'd already seen a pillar of fire, so I knew the direction of my move would be south by southeast, but I was told to wait until Abba revealed the destination. I don't really remember how I thought He would reveal this, but that morning, the destination was clear. He showed me what the place looked like, sans the address, of course. There was a long white structure, a well, and a peach tree. With that I got up, started the coffee and waited for a real estate office to open. I shared the vision with Mr. B, and he seemed receptive . . . I wasn't sure if he was planning to relocate with me or take this opportunity to wish me well and part ways, but he was definitely up for a road trip.
A young realtor came by with all the necessary paperwork and signs. We owned more than one piece of property, so I was well aware there would be a number of loose ends to tie up, but the relocation adventure was officially beginning! The realtor was putting the sign in one of the yards as we drove off. The course seemed simple enough to start. Just get on 71 heading south, and the highway itself gradually led a bit east. I was praying and listening and oh so excited. I'd already been looking at land and country homes in nearby towns to the south, so we breezed on through and didn't stop until we were south of Kansas City. Since Scripture refers to the children of YHWH as a peculiar people, the town of Peculiar seemed like a proper place to look around. There was nothing even remotely resembling what I'd seen, so we traveled on. Stopping on down the road, couldn't even get a realtor to answer their phone, so we kept traveling.
We got to Joplin, MO just before sunset and checked into a motel. Grabbed a bite to eat and of all things, there was a "real estate channel" on the television. I still didn't see any property, but did take down the name of realtor and called. An appointment was made for 10:00am the next morning and he had a couple of places to show that weren't on the channel. The first place he showed me, now in thinking back, probably should have offended me, but I was entirely too excited. The next place was not white, but it was a fixer upper so white paint could have been what was needed . . . It did have a peach tree as well as other fruit trees and a well. Since the house needed work, having already experienced refurbishing a home with Mr. B, I had qualms about the place. The realtor was ready to shake us loose and we headed on down the road to the next town, Neosho. I loved the sound of that name. It's a Native American term meaning "City of Springs."
We pulled into the first real estate office we saw from the exit and there we met Lois. Lois was a deal. She was brand new to real estate and what she lacked in experience, she made up in chit chat. She and Mr. B got along just fine. She had a place to show us in which the contract had expired and had actually become inactive. She offered to drive us out there, so I sat in the back while she and Mr. B chatted up front. The drive to the place was gorgeous and when we arrived, a bluebird on the branch of the peach tree was the first thing I saw. But there was another peach tree between the long white manufactured home and the finest well house in the county. This was the place! I recognized it. This was the destination. She couldn't operate the lock box, so she had to call the listing agent. Interestingly, the listing agent was from the same company as the Joplin realtor. I still wonder why he didn't show us that place . . . Well, we got in, and it wasn't exactly a picture from Better Homes and Gardens, but it would just be a matter of cleaning, not repairing or refurbishing. An added bonus was that it was all electric with a fireplace, so heading off grid was already in the works. As I was enthusiastically looking through the place, suddenly, Lois told us she'd have to go. We could think about it and if we wanted to make an offer, she'd be in her office after 8:30 the next morning.
We checked into a motel there outside of that town, got some dinner, and watched the real estate channel again. I jabbered into the night about how awesome this place was, and how precise the vision had been. We discussed plans, so Mr. B was apparently determined to embrace the vision as well, or so I thought . . . The next morning we were ready to make an offer, when Lois informed Mr. B, there was another place she wanted to show us. Suddenly, life was getting strange . . . I dutifully got in the back seat and we headed to another town to find an older manufactured home, not white, no fruit trees, and on city water, not to mention no fireplace and a full sized propane tank in the backyard! We went through it and on the way back to her office, the discussion continued, like there was something to even think about . . . Finally, I just blurted out. You like the one we looked at last night, right? His response nearly killed me. He said he liked this new place better. My first reaction was just like the night of our honeymoon. I just wanted to jump out of the car, but I sat there in silence, praying. My heart was crushed. I couldn't even speak. I hoped the tears would not roll past my big sunglasses.
When we got to the office, I went to the restroom. Prayed aloud, wiped the tears and went back to face the two of them. I felt like I might as well be walking into a lion's den. How could I come this far, having shared the vision, only to end up in a place that was the exact opposite of the vision? I sat down still hoping something had changed. She had written up the offer and they were both waiting for me to write the check and sign the contract offer. Oh, how heavy my left hand felt. I truly thought my heart would burst from the pain. How could this man double cross me AGAIN? I didn't know if this was a test of faith, or if like Moses, I'd blown it and was only going to get to see the promised land. That same question has arisen throughout the last ten years in other situations, as well. Now, back to the contract. When it was all completed, she said she'd present it and she'd contact us with the seller's decision. So, we left, I told Mr. B I'd like to go back by the first place, and he accommodated my request. It was there, we received the call that the contract offer had been rejected. They had just reduced the asking price and would not come down further. With that my heart was encouraged! And yet . . .
There were now just two problems. First, the asking price on the destination of the vision was even more than the other place. Second, Mr. B wanted to go back and look at "his" place to see if he was willing to increase his offer. Since "his" place was still south by southeast of the first place, I thought perhaps, just perhaps there was another place for sale in that vicinity that would suddenly appear. As we were driving out, I asked him if he minded if I called the realtor who had unlocked the door and knew what she was doing; just to see if she thought those people might accept our offer. He told me to "go ahead and call, but . . ." I honestly don't remember the last half of his sentence, as I was already pushing buttons on the phone. The professional realtor explained the legalities to me and that I would still have to go through the other realtor, but she implied the folks were more than willing to entertain an offer.
I relayed this info to Mr. B and he turned the car around. My heart quickened as we headed back to that real estate office. Lois was less than all smiles when we told her we'd decided to make the same offer on the other place, but she complied. Later that same evening, we were informed the couple had accepted the offer. I'd been preparing for this since I first heard Abba tell me he'd lead me to land and a well, so I'd been saving and it was simply a matter of cashing the CD without a penalty of early withdrawal. As always Abba's timing is perfect. The maturity date was later that same month, so the closing was scheduled.
In all of this, I never shared the depth of my heart with anyone but Abba and Y'hshuwah. Only the realtors knew of the relocation plans. I didn't discuss it with family or friends; no one but my Creator and my King. In dealing with Mr. B, there was no argument, no open display of tears, and no silent treatment; but simply being still and knowing YHWH was in control.
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