Before we get to Rhoda, here is a little back story. James, John Mark’s brother, has just been decapitated or put to death by the sword. Now Peter is awaiting his execution. The season is Passover. On the very night when Herod was about to bring him (Peter) forward, Peter was sleeping between two soldiers, bound with two chains, and guards in front of … Continue reading The Rose of Rhoda
I am republishing some of my older blogs as my site New wine skins is closing. I hope you will enjoy these writings even if you’ve read them years ago: When my grandpa was an old man, he got pulled over one night for a broken tail light in his pick-up truck. The officer, who had known my grandpa all his life, was stunned that … Continue reading A Broken Tail Light
The aged man named Joshua stepped carefully to the first oven with his ancient tools. He wore steel-toed boots and protective glasses. He knows that synthetic garments cannot be worn here because anything made of false fibers will melt. The heat from the oven warmed his face as he continued spinning the metal rod in a circular motion. He had great vision for his work … Continue reading The Glass Blower, The Lamp Worker and The Crucible
In this teaching, we will look at Miriam and the anointing oil she poured out, but first, I have a question. Are we cursing or holding back blessings from our fellow family members? There was a prophet in the Bible named Balaam, who was enticed to curse Abba’s people. Once he realized that he could not curse what the Father had blessed, then Balak gets … Continue reading The Myrrh of Miriam/ Mary
I found this poem from last year and wanted to post it. Maybe you have felt the same things at times? I gathered all my strength and tried to raise up from the ashes. I held ashes in my hands and raised them up to Him “Here, take these ashes– I screamed!” “Give me beauty,” I belted. I glimpsed at the altar of tears. An … Continue reading Beauty for Ashes
“Though you have slept among the sheepfolds (the sheepfolds, שְׁפַ֫תָּ֥יִם Strong’s Hebrew 8240: fireplaces, ash heaps), yet shall you be as the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold” (Psalm 68:13, KJ). Recently, I received an urgent prayer request for a little girl who is three years old. She was rushed to the hospital with a fever, the inability … Continue reading Do we hate Him?
I went to visit some dear friends a couple of weeks ago. I love these people. I love their hearts and how they have done missionary work in poverty-stricken countries. I love how they don’t have much money, but what extra they do have, they use to buy Bibles for orphans in Malawi or put a roof on a church that literally has an open … Continue reading Friends who shine like the Son
Recently, a friend brought to my attention a very unique flower. Here in Louisville, at the YEW DELL Botanical Gardens, they displayed an Amorphophallus konjac–aka the Voodoo Lilly, also known as the corpse flower. The flower evokes a horrid smell and an unusual bloom for 2 to 3 days and is native to China. When the plant blooms, it stinks worse than a rotting carcass, … Continue reading The scent of the Moon & Trees
The picture above is a cabin built out of refurbished wood from my grandpa and grandma Green’s home. It was built on their land, and I love it. I entered this particular poem in a contest a few months back but did not win. However, I enjoyed writing it, and since my husband and I just moved into our new home, with the lights of … Continue reading Grace
Sticks and stones may break bones, but words can crush the heart. A word spoken in anger, disgust, and hatred can go deep into our bones and take decades to heal from. They are shot like arrows into our hearts. Even the words we speak about ourselves are damaging. Loving our neighbor as ourselves is difficult if we are constantly bashing our temples and the … Continue reading Taste Your Words–Healing of the Soul
