Lekh Lekha means “Go” or “Go find yourself.” Abram and Sari set out, leaving everything familiar, including their families. My husband and I found ourselves in the same position at the exact time.
While sitting outside our hotel last week, I saw a sight that caught my attention. Two men in their late 30’s dressed in black slacks and white dress shirts came out the automatic front doors of the hotel with walking sticks for the blind. They were tapping and trying to make their way to a white car parked under the entry. Suddenly a more prominent burly man, their father, came to direct them with words. “Two steps to your left,” he said to one, and “two steps forward” to the other, etc. They both then easily grasped the opposite doors of the vehicle and lifted the door handles, but the doors did not open. There was a pause as the mother came out of the hotel and began conversing with their father. Then the father said, “Hold on and let me unlock those doors for you.” He pulled out his car key and pressed the unlock button, and both sons got in the back seat—what a beautiful picture for all of us. Like Abraham, we hold our staff, and we do not know where we are going or what our future holds. And as I sit in my hotel room going on 12 days now waiting for the Holy One to push the button and unlock the doors of the place, He has for me; I need His Voice and His direction. But mostly, it is the pause we all struggle with. The waiting. The hallway. The holding on to the door. The darkness that needs to be directed by the Light.
I began to reminisce over a book my realtor gave me as a parting gift, “Eyes to See” by Joyce Cordell. Interestingly, in the partially fictional tale of Levi, a tax collector who meets the Messiah, the blind man at the temple gate has keen eyesight and can tell when Levi is downcast by his voice and the way he shuffles his feet. Sometimes we can see with our ears.
How did my husband and I get here? One night we sat outside looking at the stars around our fire pit and questioned selling our home. We talked about Abraham and the stars from his tent door. Certain things had transpired concerning moving further south. I even received a gift from a dear friend that, when opened, revealed bags of sand, sand pails, and sunflower seeds, along with multiple beach-themed items. The following day after hubby and I had prayed round the firepit, we awoke to a thunderous noise coming from our backyard. It was a ReMax air balloon, and it was floating above our property. We found a fantastic realtor and sold our home, getting the total asking price. Praise the Holy One. We then swiftly left everything familiar, including our families. This caused many emotions and, at times, buckets of tears, but we still feel this is the journey He has us on.
Back to Abram and his barren wife:
Around 13 years later, God tells Abram that his descendants will be as numerous as the stars. Abram becomes Abraham as the Holy One puts His Breath in Abram’s name and informs him that this gospel, this good news, will be taken to the nations. It’s the same message given to the disciples by Yeshua/Jesus. It’s the same message given from the prophets of old.
For this is what the LORD of Hosts says:
“Once more, in a little while, I will shake the heavens and the earth, the sea and the dry land. I will shake all the nations, and they will come with all their treasures, and I will fill this house with glory, says the LORD of Hosts.T he silver is Mine, and the gold is Mine, declares the LORD of Hosts. The latter glory of this house will be greater than the former, says the LORD of Hosts. And in this place, I will provide peace, declares the LORD of Hosts.” (Haggai 2:6-9).
Worried about a one world government? Forgetttaboutit! A King is coming and He does not fear, nor is he a liar. He will SHAKE ALL THE NATIONS.
‘Travel in order to transform yourself, create yourself anew.’ At its simplest, lekh lekha translates: ‘Travel—to yourself.’ (Zohar).
Sometimes we lose ourselves. We can’t seem to find what we are looking for. Years ago, I divorced my first husband. I was a very young bride when I got married. Around 14 years later, I left like Abraham, and the first thing I did was try and find myself. I purchased watercolor paint and paper, notepads, and journals to write poetry in. I bought CDs and even played classical music while painting. Somewhere along the way, I had lost my identity trying to survive a rather harrowing journey. Along the way, some people who meant well tried to tell me what to do, what career to choose, where to move, what church to attend, and how to walk, but I had to find my own way. Sometimes I was stumbling along in darkness with no voice to direct me. But I am thankful for the prayers of many and the mercy of the Father.
Along with those along the way who told me what they thought I should do, other people told me who I was. That was life changing! Let me explain. I already knew I was a writer, but at a young age in 5th grade elementary school, I was given an assignment to write a poem. Later, I was sent to the office and my mother had been phoned to the school. I was being accused of plagiarizing a poem by Emily Dickenson. I didn’t know what that meant, and I didn’t know Emily, yet. The teacher said “I am looking and trying to find the poem you took of Emily’s, but I haven’t found it yet, but I know you didn’t write this!” I felt dirty. I didn’t understand why the beautiful feeling I had when writing the poem was met with something horrible. No one believed it was my words from my heart.
AND SO, I stopped writing. I did not write creatively again until my late 20’s. What my teacher did not know was that I come from a long line of poets and writers. The gift runs in my family and Oh, how this 54 year old woman wishes she could read that poem that was taken from me that day to see what I had penned.
As I said earlier, “Other people told me who I was.” Some tried to take my identity away from me. Is anyone in your life doing the same? Fight for your identity. Step into your calling. Find your gifts and those who will celebrate them.
My first English professor told me I had a gift to write and encouraged me to enter a contest. I was scared. How would my pen be met now? I was a 30-year-old 11th grade drop out. Would this college believe I wrote what I turned in? My professor told me who I was, and I ended up winning the poetry prize. Others told me I had worth when I felt shame. Some, along the way told me I could do things I never thought I could. May we be those people–those who speak life and look for the good and gifts in others.
May we forget our disabilities like the blind beggar and listen to the shuffle of weary travelers and the sound of grief lying underneath at times anger and bitterness, sitting at the Oaks of Mamre.
The Holy One appears to Abraham by the Oaks of Mamre. “Then the LORD appeared to Abraham by the Oaks of Mamre in the heat of the day, while he was sitting at the entrance of his tent. And Abraham looked up and saw three men standing nearby. When he saw them, he ran from the entrance of his tent to meet them and bowed low to the ground” (Genesis 18:1-2, BSB).
While Abraham sits in his tent he sees. He is 99 years young and in pain from circumcision.
“Then the LORD appeared to Abraham by the Oaks of Mamre in the heat of the day, while he was sitting at the entrance of his tent. And Abraham looked up and saw three men standing nearby. When he saw them, he ran from the entrance of his tent to meet them and bowed low to the ground. (Humbleness). (Genesis 18:1-2).
And this is when our story takes a turn, and the promise is given to Sarah. It is the same promise given to the Shunamite woman who cared for the prophet Elisha, and it is the same promise given to Hannah and many others. It’s the promise of life. Seeds. Stars. Dust. Sand. Oh, it is a promise that comes in the heat of the day. It comes after waiting and waiting and waiting. It is the promise that comes while we are bitter.
The whole chapter, Genesis 18, is filled with words like saw, seen, sight, and listening to hear. Look closely at the following passage:
And they said to him, “Where is Sarah your wife?” And he said, “See, in the tent.”
And He said, “I shall certainly return to you according to the time of life, and see, Sarah your wife is to have a son!” And Sarah was listening in the tent door which was behind him. Now Aḇraham and Sarah were old, well advanced in age, and Sarah was past the way of women. And Sarah laughed within herself, saying, “After I have grown old, shall I have pleasure, my master being old too?”
And יהוה said to Aḇraham, “Why did Sarah laugh, saying, ‘Shall I truly have a child, since I am old?’ “Is any matter too hard for יהוה? At the appointed time I am going to return to you, according to the time of life, and Sarah is to have a son.” But Sarah denied it, saying, “I did not laugh,” for she was afraid. And He said, “No, but you did laugh!” (Genesis 18:9-14, ISR).
Is the matter to hard for the One who created the universe? The One who uses the earth for a foot stool? The One who said let their be Light? Whatever circumstance you find yourself going through just know that He is not a God who is far away but a loving Father who is close by, even at the door and He is the One who can open doors no man can shut. Does the situation look impossible? It’s not too hard for our great and mighty King.
May we wait by our tent doors regardless of where that location may be. May we be a servant and run to bake bread and feed the messengers sent from Above. May we laugh with delight and believe that around this time next year, we will give birth to JOY. For that is what Isaac’s name means.
I am in awe of what I am seeing and hearing of late.
Open your eyes.
It’s a new fresh day.
We have the potential to speak life over people and not death and life over our own needs. We have the potential to paint a wonderful picture, to sing a new song. To join in the journey as we wait in our tent to hear the pause and then the door lock to click and the vehicle to move.
He sees YOU!
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Wow Bonnie! So good. I love the call to action: “May we wait by our tent doors…May we run to bake bread and feed His messengers.. may we laugh with delight… and give birth to JOY!…” yes, yes, yes! I am also in awe of what the Holy One is doing- He is so good to us.
Thank you for pouring into us.
You are a prime example of baking bread and spreading life and love everywhere you go! So blessed to have you in my life. 💜
Inspiring words dear friend. I look forward to seeing what is birthed in our lives. Glad to be on this journey with you.
You are a blessing. Thank you for sharing your journey. ❤️
Miss you lady!
I miss your face!
Beautiful writings! My middle name is Sari!
Wow, how cool!
I love and miss you! I hope you are doing well sweet Maria Sari! Love it.