The Cost of a Garment


A Seasoned Coat

I had a dream last week right after Passover. In my dream, there were two men with their backs to me. They each had on a Jewish prayer shawl with the tzitzit or tassels that are specially knotted representing the 613 Torah commandments. This is the very shawl Jesus/Yeshua was wearing when the lady with the issue of blood crawled through the crowd and touched the hem of his garment. She touched the Word in more ways than one. This was a commandment from Deuteronomy and Numbers. Let’s look at that real quick before we go farther.
“The Lord said to Moses, “Speak to the Israelites and say to them: ‘Throughout the generations to come you are to make tassels on the corners of your garments, with a blue cord on each tassel. You will have these tassels to look at and so you will remember all the commands of the Lord, that you may obey them and not prostitute yourselves by chasing after the lusts of your own hearts and eyes.” Leviticus 15:37-39 NIV.
The first man’s shawl in my dream was older, darker as in aged—seasoned, and I remember this man had his head bowed (humble). The man behind him was larger and dressed in a sparkling new prayer shawl. It was bright and white and unseasoned. I walked behind this man in my dream with the bright white one and yanked off his prayer shawl.
When I woke up I said, Father, what are you trying to tell me? A friend called that day and explained that this was an exposing of the men who wear the tallit but do not know what it represents. The coat has a deeper significance. Jesus/Yeshua said that if we love him we will keep his commandments. “For this is the love of God that we keep His commandments; and His commandments are not burdensome.” 1st John 5:3 NASB.
This seems simple enough but I never really knew the amount of grace I was under before my eyes were opened to many passages in my Bible.
A few days later I saw a man wearing this type of garment who is in leadership. He was preaching an Easter service on a Sunday morning. This man does a lot of good works for the poor, the homeless, and the addicts, but I wondered if he was aware that among those tassel threads hanging down is a thread that says, “Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.” Exodus 20:8 KJB. This was never changed to Sun-day. The words from Paul about “one man considers a day more sacred” has nothing to do with a day that is our wedding day– A day the Father blessed and set apart. A day our Father says is a sign to us. Why? Because that day of rest represents our rest forever in the Kingdom. It’s the millennial reign. Men who wear that type of shawl with those holy marriage vows hanging off keep the Sabbath. They obey those tassels—even after Yeshua’s death and resurrection they obeyed the commandments.

 

Malachi 3:6I the LORD do not change.”
Those who cloak their head in humbleness under that tent like shawl keep the Sabbath and the Feast. Our next Feast is written about in the book of Acts Chapter two. They were in one accord for a feast that was mandatory. They didn’t just decide to get together in unity in an upper room and wait for no reason. When Jesus/Yeshua told them to wait they knew what that meant. They were counting the omer.
“Even unto the day after the seventh sabbath shall you number fifty days; and you shall offer a new grain offering unto the LORD” Leviticus 23:16 KJV.
“Concerning the feasts of the LORD, which ye shall proclaim to be holy convocations, even these are my feasts.” He said they were His Feast, not a Jewish Feast but even if they were a “Jewish” Feast weren’t we engrafted into a Hebraic faith before Constantine and others polluted it?
Wasn’t Paul and all the others in the New portion of the book still keeping all the Feast which were and are all about Jesus/Yeshua. Paul said, “Therefore let us keep the feast” 1st Corinthians 5:8 NASB.
Many times we wear things that are not congruent with who we are yet. I know many times in my past I wanted to own one of those shawls but I really did not know what that meant. I just thought it was “cool.” I wasn’t aware that the very Word of Yah—the Torah was wrapped in this garment. The dead are wrapped in it. It is often translated as wings in the King James and yes, even a tent. This is the shadow of His Wings because it is golden instructions to keep us holy and safe. Protection.
We often wear many things that misrepresent who we are.
One of the items we wear is “titles.”
Have you ever had an experience with someone you didn’t know personally that was unfavorable? A person who wears the same titles as you? Titles like Nurse—teacher—Pastor—Rabbi–Political titles and so forth. Yes, “those people.” Ever met someone on social media and had some dialogue that went Due South? Perhaps you had a fluctuating opinion over a passage of the Bible, an elected official, a political topic, or something else and then found out that the person you are conversing with is the author and producer of? The director and CEO of? Your mother-n-law’s cousin? Your Rabbi’s son? Your Pastors niece? Oh, yes this happened to me last week–not once, not twice,–well you get the picture.
After my second rebuttal with the first person, I went to their Facebook page and found out they were friends with someone I really admire and also they held an important title. I sort of thought hmm, perhaps I shouldn’t have said what I said. Although I tried to be graceful in my words, my belief was clearly different on the matter due to my life experiences and passages I had studied. I heard the Father say, “Would you make a difference in my Word for a person of man’s esteem?
Do you treat people differently?”
Ouch.
And that’s when conviction set in. “No, I don’t think so Father but you know my heart.”
“The heart is crooked above all, and desperately sick – who shall know it?” Jeremiah 17:9 ISR.
If I would have known what title the person had would I have treated them differently? Have you ever been guilty of this? I think if we were honest we all would say yes. Do we treat people differently that we know our friends or family would not possibly approve of their views?
Paul walked into an area littered with men, in the midst of the Areopagus, these men were Greek scholars who put on airs at times. They stood conversing and ogling in his direction but he with great gusto said, “Men of Athens: I see how very religious you are in every way!  For as I was walking around, looking at your shrines, I even found an altar which had been inscribed, ‘To An Unknown God.’ So, the one whom you are already worshipping in ignorance-this is the one I proclaim to you.
“The God who made the universe and everything in it, and who is Lord of heaven and earth, does not live in man-made temples; nor is he served by human hands, as if he lacked something; since it is he himself who gives life and breath and everything to everyone.” Acts 17:22-25 CJB.
All of us are guilty of ignorance but once we are presented with truth we can do better.
Lately, I have started noticing how men and women interact in a large group. How people talk to leaders. How people ignore certain ones. We often dismiss others instead of digging in and looking at conflicting opinions with a heart that says, “Abba show me anything I am missing that you may have shown them?” We also refrain from correcting those who are in leadership. This same Paul had to correct Peter in front of many. That’s tough. He couldn’t just do it in private.  “But when Peter came to Antioch, I opposed him to his face, because he was clearly in the wrong.” Galatians 2:11 TLV.
We also often get hung up in the knowledge and miss the Spirit. Clothing the naked—feeding the poor—visiting the sick, the widow–those in prison and so forth. Jesus/Yeshua said “I never knew you,” to a group who had not done these deeds.
Broken people don’t care if we have our Feast calendar exactly right or pronounce the Name correctly. Half the people in the streets would not even know who Yahushua or Yahweh or even Yeshua is.
So in order for Abba to make His point clearer, this happened again and again, and I even watched it happen to my husband. I think his phone conversation may have influenced his clothing. Perhaps his level of nervousness was effected at meeting someone of importance. Only his situation was the opposite. Yes, they were important but not packaged as he was expecting.
I’m going to end with an example.
Once while working at a restaurant I watched a couple come into the lounge area. The man had on overhauls and his wife weighed about 90 pounds and was wearing his gigantic t-shirt and sweat pants. My co-workers took off to the back laughing saying, “Bonnie that’s all YOU!” I pleasantly greeted them and the man asked me if he could see our wine list. He then proceeded to order a bottle even I, an employee with a key could not fetch for them. I had to get the manager to unlock the case and climb up to a hidden spot. After getting their wine they said we just will be having some soup and salad and the wine. They drank the bottle and ate the small meal and then gave me a hundred dollar tip. From that night on, they always requested me as their server and shared much of their life with me. I was blessed. If you would have seen them on the street you might have wondered if they could afford to buy a soda pop. However, after my fellow co-workers found out the tip they had left me, now when this couple came in they tried to knock me down to get to them. Ah, the heart, who can know it? Yahweh searches the hearts. He goes to and fro throughout the earth. He knows you and me. He knows our hearts.
“My brothers, do not hold the belief of our Master יהושע Messiah, the Master of esteem, with partiality. For if there should come into your meeting a man with gold rings, in a splendid robe, and there should also come in a poor one dressed in rags, and you pay attention to the one wearing the splendid robe and say to him, “You sit here in a good place,” and say to the poor one, “You stand there,” or, “Sit here by my feet,” have you not discriminated among yourselves, and become judges with wicked thoughts? Listen, my beloved brothers: Has Elohim not chosen the poor of this world, rich in belief and heirs of the reign which He promised to those who love Him? “James 2:1-4 ISR.
Two men in my dream wore SPLENDID ROBES, one was seasoned and one was new. Awe, Abba cleanse our garments and our hearts to be transparent and led by YOU no matter what it cost us for our life to look like that garment. “And it was given unto her that she should array herself in fine linen, bright and pure: for the fine linen is the righteous acts of the saints.” Revelation 19:8 KJV.

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I LUZ You and Almonds


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Have you ever pondered how all the graves will open? Not when but how. . . Will we come up out of the sea—the earth—an urn? Even the people who have been eaten by sharks? Yes, and how many of you have heard of the Luz bone, a bone that CANNOT be crushed or burned or destroyed? Could this bone have something to do with Ezekiel? “The hand of the LORD was upon me, and He brought me out by the Spirit of the LORD and set me down in the middle of the valley; and it was full of bones. He caused me to pass among them round about, and behold, there were very many on the surface of the valley; and lo, they were very dry. He said to me, “Son of man, can these bones live?” And I answered, “O Lord GOD, You know.” Again He said to me, “Prophesy over these bones and say to them, ‘O dry bones, hear the word of the LORD.’ “Thus says the Lord GOD to these bones, ‘Behold, I will cause breath to enter you that you may come to life. ‘I will put sinews on you, make flesh grow back on you, cover you with skin and put breath in you that you may come alive; and you will know that I am the LORD.’” Ezekiel 37:1-6 NASB.

 

First things first—a little tent with a pretty big message. Please! If you are ADD read the whole blog for the whole meal. I think you will be pretty blown away by how intricate the details are in our Creators handiwork.

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The color blue is my husband’s favorite color and it’s also the color of his truck and most of his clothing. He is a University of Kentucky fan, blue and blue—I mean through and through. As I was thinking about how to go about describing a color so blue that it turns green in the sunlight and then bluer than a violet purple mixed with sea water, I lost the ability to describe such splendor. This dye was created by an animal that went extinct thousands of years ago.

According to the Talmud, the dye of Tekhelet (a shade of blue) was produced from a marine creature known as the illazon (also spelled Chilazon).

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A one of a kind color. However, about twenty years ago Israeli divers discovered this same mollusk in the Red Sea. The blue dye is made by extracting a thick liquid from a gland in the mollusk to produce the blue brilliant dye. Why would such a color be important? Everything HaShem does is intricate and has a deeper meaning behind it. This dye was used for the priestly garments–the temple tapestry and the tallit (Prayer shawl).

 

HaShem gives special instructions about a prayer shawl and four corners with tassels called Tzitzit. I started meditating on these four corners and the earth. I’m not an earth expert but I do have some friends who have studied this extensively so perhaps they can add?

“The Lord also spoke to Moses, saying,  “Speak to the sons of Israel, and tell them that they shall make for themselves tassels on the corners of their garments throughout their generations, and that they shall put on the tassel of each corner a cord of blue.” Numbers 15:38-39 NASB.

A cord of heavenly sapphire blue—blue—blue— the color of Yahweh’s Glory.

 

“And they saw the God of Israel: and there was under his feet as it were a paved work of a sapphire stone, and as it were the body of heaven in his clearness.” Exodus 24:10 KJV.

 

After HaShem instructs them He tells them why they need these tassels. The tassels have been translated by the King James Version as “fringes,” however, they are called Tzitzit, also called tzitziyot. `

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“It shall be a tassel for you to look at and remember all the commandments of the Lord (Adonai,) so as to do them and not ­­­­­-­­follow after your own heart and your own eyes, after which you played the harlot, so that you may remember to do all My commandments and be holy to your God.”  Numbers 15:39-40.

 

 

 

This word Tzitzit means BLOSSOM. It’s like the rod of Aaron that budded and bloomed. These blossoms will bring forth fruit. How? When we keep the Commandments we bear fruit. When we honor His Torah by not just knowing it but doing it we bear much fruit. Here is a picture of a beautiful almond tree blossom.

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Most of Christendom is familiar with Ten Commandments, but there are 613 wrapped up in The Ten. When your pastor quotes, “Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path, he or she is quoting the Torah. He or she is talking about the Menorah and the seven spirits of God and His Holy Commandments; His Torah instructions to live a blessed life—blooming trees.

 

The first place we read about the wings of these prayer shawls is after the Father saves His people from Egypt. “You yourselves have seen what I did to the Egyptians, and how I bore you on eagles’ wings, and brought you to Myself.” Exodus 19:4.

The Rabbis teach that each arrangement of tassels should be seven white threads and one blue thread. For more information on the significance of the meaning behind the Hebrew numbers 7 & 8 here is a link to Grace in Torah where you can also find some pretty amazing teachings.

This shawl is used at all major events from circumcision to weddings and yes, even the dead are wrapped up in this garment. Death is something we see Yeshua triumphing over. Yes, death and the grave could not hold our Messiah! Let’s see how the Olive tree buries their dead since we were engrafted into it.

After a person dies, the eyes are closed, the body is laid on the floor and covered, and candles are lit next to the body. The body is never left alone until after burial, as a sign of respect. The people who sit with the dead body are called shomerim, from the root Shin-Mem-Reish, meaning “guards” or “keepers. — In preparation for the burial, the body is thoroughly cleaned and wrapped in a simple, plain linen shroud. The Sages decreed that both the dress of the body and the coffin should be simple, so that a poor person would not receive less honor in death than a rich person. The body is wrapped in a tallit with its tzitzit rendered invalid.Jewfaq.org

Can you imagine your body being wrapped in the Word of Yahweh? Can you imagine all of the Fathers commandments and instructions for a blessed LIFE covering your DEAD body? That dead body will come up out of the grave because Jesus—Yeshua our First Fruits came forth out of the grave wrapped in the same type of linen shroud and more than likely wrapped in his tallit.

This Tallit is two words, tal meaning tent and lit meaning little. “A little tent” that is like a canopy of protection hidden under His Torah–His commandments. When the shawl is pulled up over the head it makes a prayer room. Psalms 91 talks about this canopy under the wings of Adonai. “He will cover you with His pinions, And under His wings you may seek refuge; His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark.” 91:4.

When the woman with the issue of blood touched the hem of Jesus garments she actually touched the Word of Yahweh. These shawls were what a Rabbi such as Yeshua would have worn, not some red Roman robe we see him often pictured as wearing. Many people touched this and were healed. Let’s look at scripture for certainty.

“Wherever He entered villages, or cities, or countryside, they were laying the sick in the market places, and imploring Him that they might just touch the fringe (Tzitzit) of His cloak; and as many as touched it were being cured.” Mark 6:56.

Scriptures concerning these four wings also discuss a time of the latter days and I believe have much revelation to behold.

 

“But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun (Servant) of righteousness arise with healing in his wings; and ye shall go forth, and grow up as calves of the stall. And ye shall tread down the wicked; for they shall be ashes under the soles of your feet in the day that I shall do this, saith the LORD of hosts.” Malachi 4:1-2.

 

Yeshua is talking about the times coming in the latter days and he says after the tribulation we will see the sign of him—let’s look at that verse. “And then the sign of the Son of Man will appear in the sky, and then all the tribes of the earth will mourn, and they will see the SON OF MAN COMING ON THE CLOUDS OF THE SKY with power and great glory. “And He will send forth His angels with A GREAT TRUMPET and THEY WILL GATHER TOGETHER His elect from the four winds, from one end of the sky to the other.” Matthew 24:30-31.

“After this I saw four angels standing at the four corners of the earth, holding back its four winds so that no wind would blow on land or sea or on any tree.” Revelation 7:1.

So as I was meditating on the four corners of the earth and visualizing this mighty wind sweeping people up like a Hollywood production of tornado or Aliens, I decided it wouldn’t be like that at all. Didn’t the Son come to a carpenter from a rough place called Nazareth (Can any good thing come out of Nazareth?)  And weren’t his parents so ordinary no one would make room for the delivery of the chosen one? Didn’t he ride on a humble donkey? Yes, but we have all these motion pictures and left behind series that have altered our thinking.

“According to the Zohar—an early Kabbalistic text—the resurrection will take place forty years after the arrival of Moshiach (Messiah). However, certain righteous individuals will arise with the coming of Moshiach (Messiah). All the dead will be resurrected in the Land of Israel.”

Notice the number 40 and all it entails.

So let’s get back to this death and this body rolled up in a little tent—the wings of Yahweh and His mighty Torah protecting even our bones.

According to Aish.com, Jewish tradition records that with burial, a single bone in the back of the neck never decays. It is from this bone – the luz bonethat the human body will be rebuilt in the future Messianic era when the souls of the departed will be reunited with their bodies.”

Yes! A BONE CALL THE LUZ.

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I’m doing a snoopy dance right now!

YES! The Rabbi’s claim there is a bone in our brains that never disintegrates. They say it cannot be burned, crushed, or broken. But this gets deeper! Remember the Tzitzit? Those fringes that hung down that were braided and were referred to as almond buds or blossoms? Well, something else has the same meaning.

The word LUZ in Hebrew means nut or almond! So our brain even blossoms with the mind of Jesus Christ our Yeshua Messiah.

The luz and the tallit with its Tzitzit represent an almond seed- a blossom—blooming and producing fruit and yes, rising up out of the earth! It is believed by the Rabbi’s that this bone is strengthened and gains sustenance from a meal eaten called the Melave Malka. What is this strange word about?

“ Melaveh Malkah is the name of a meal that, as per halakha, is customarily held by Jews after their Sabbath, in other words, on Saturday evening. The intent of the meal is to figuratively escort the “Sabbath Queen” on her way out via singing and eating, as one would escort a monarch upon his departure from a city. This meal is alternatively called “the fourth meal.”

 

We must get back to His Holy Days and Feast. It was never Sunday.

 

And he said to them “This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many. Amen, I say to you, I shall not drink again of the fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new in the kingdom of God.” And when they had sung a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives. (Mark 14:24-26)

This is new beginnings with the Messiah and the 8th day and the fullness of our new Kingdom filled with awe and glory unspeakable and unattainable in thought. More joy than one has ever felt. I can’t wait!

I LUZ my Yeshua Jesus the One who died so we might have LIFE!

Sources:

The mystical bone of resurrection, Shapiro R., 1987, Department of Radiology, University of Miami School of Medicine, accessed 5 April 2014

 

http://pubs.rsna.org/doi/abs/10.1148%2Fradiology.163.3.718#comments

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melaveh_Malkah

 

http://www.aish.com/ci/sam/48936292.html

Pictures : talentshare.org

Leah the Wild Cow


Leah the Wild Cow

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A friend of mine sent me an interesting podcast the other day about Rachel, the wife of Jacob. She was the mother of Joseph and Benjamin. She said, “I keep seeing Rachel everywhere!” When she said it, I thought that’s funny because “I keep seeing Leah.”
Oh, Leah, you break my heart . . .  What can women learn from you and your eyes that cried a million tears?
Our backdrop starts in Genesis where we learn that Jacob, the patriarch later named Israel has just fled from his brother Esau who is looking to kill him. Why is he on the run? Jacob, with the help of his mother, takes the savory game she has cooked and pretends to be the first born (Esau) in order to get the blessing. He’d already stolen his birthright. He deceives both his brother and his father Isaac. Let’s look at that real quick.
” Jacob said to his father, “I am Esau your firstborn; I have done just as you told me; please arise, sit and eat of my game, that your soul may bless me.”
After Isaac blesses Jacob with beautiful words –mighty and true, Esau arrives with his game he has cooked and he tells his father he is there and to please bless him, but Isaac says, “What?” Who did I just bless? Your brother has deceived you.
“When Esau heard the words of his father, he cried with an exceedingly great and bitter cry, and said to his father, “Bless me—me also, O my father!” BLESS ME!
Have you ever had your blessing taken away? Right before your eyes–? By someone close to you? Yes, it’s a horrible feeling, but this story is about Leah. . . Rachel.
Leah was not the wife Jacob wanted— Rachel was the sexy dark-eyed beauty Jacob had his heart set on, but Laban tricks Jacob and gives him Leah- his first born, on his wedding night. Do you see the swap? Jacob the trickster has just been tricked. Jacob who dressed up as Esau has now met the oldest daughter dressed up as the youngest.
Imagine being so in love with a woman you agree to work seven years for her hand in marriage. Seven is the number of completion, but for Jacob, his dowry is now doubled to fourteen. There’s a message there but I’m going a different route. Imagine being Jacob for a moment. Young—handsome—on the run from your brother with his stolen birthright and blessing. Got an image? He runs and kisses Rachel at first sight. Her father agrees to the terms. And then comes the great wedding day. Ah, who is under the veil? Who is hidden from sight and unrecognizable? Again, there is a message there, but I am taking a left turn for a bit. Can you ponder what it was like when Jacob’s fingertips ran down her smooth back and kissed the nape of her neck? He became passionately one with his new bride whispering sweet tender words into her ear, but then woke up as deceived as his brother had been when he said Father don’t you have a blessing for me? BLESS ME—ME ALSO MY FATHER!
In the morning light Jacob arose only to find not Rachel the pretty little ewe lamb but Leah her tender eyed sister. Wild cow. Yes, that’s what Leah’s name means, that and weary, grief, and offense. Sorrow. One old legend explains that Rachel understood that her father had given Jacob her sister first and that she humbly helped her prepare her dress and become his bride knowing that she would be second. That is heartbreaking too.
However, Rashi tells us that there is an old rabbinic tale that explains Leah’s eyes and how they became weak or tender.
“According to this story, Leah was destined to marry Jacob’s older twin brother, Esau. In the Rabbinic mind, the two brothers are polar opposites; Jacob being a God-fearing scholar and Esau being a hunter who also indulges in murder, idolatry, and adultery. But people were saying, “Laban has two daughters and his sister, Rebekah, has two sons. The older daughter (Leah) will marry the older son (Esau), and the younger daughter (Rachel) will marry the younger son (Jacob).”[5] Hearing this, Leah spent most of her time weeping and praying to God to change her destined mate. Thus the Torah describes her eyes as “soft” from weeping. God hearkens to Leah’s tears and prayers and allows her to marry Jacob even before Rachel does.”
There is no greater sadness on the earth than a woman unloved by her lover.  Leah knew he would never love her like he did her sister. He wants her beautiful sister whose name means ewe—a lamb.
Instead of the “Bless me mantra” Leah’s words sound more like this—“Love me” Please love me. I know you have some love left inside your soul to wring out for me. A crumb my lad? Please do not let my fruitful womb go unnoticed! “
Can you hear the weak-eyed Leah crying?
When you go unnoticed for something you are good at it’s a miserable feeling. In the midst of Leah’s sadness, weakness and weariness grows a strong woman whose name is that of a wild ox-strong and mighty.  One day he’ll see what a beautiful woman his wife Leah is and he will ask to be buried with her. Rachel will die in childbirth to Benjamin on the way and she will be buried between Bethel and Ephrat. Rachel weeps for her children, not just the Joseph tribes (Ephrain and Manasseh) but Benjamin and the entire House of Israel and Judah who were taken to Babylon. Can you hear her voice coming from the cave? Crying out for her children to become one? I can. The Father tells her to restrain from weeping that her voice will be heard. WOMEN ARISE!
But I am getting ahead of myself.

“Now the LORD saw that Leah was unloved, and He opened her womb, but Rachel was barren. Leah conceived and bore a son and named him [Reuben, for she said, “Because the LORD has seen my affliction; surely now my husband will love me.”  Then she conceived again and bore a son and said, “Because the LORD has heard that I am unloved, He has therefore given me this son also.” So she named him Simeon. She conceived again and bore a son and said, “Now this time my husband will become attached to me because I have borne him three sons.” Therefore he was named Levi. 35 And she conceived again and bore a son and said, “This time I will praise the LORD.”
Therefore she named him Judah. Then she stopped bearing. “Genesis 29:31-35.
Ah, Judah—The scepter will not depart from you! Jesus Yeshua the lion from the tribe of Judah will be praised. Leah finally reaches the point where she says forget about Jacob, my Father Adonai Elohim loves me! To every broken woman reading this know that He hears you and He loves you more than you can think or imagine. One day Leah and Rachel will be one bride. Unity is what we pray for.
I got pregnant at the age of 17 with my firstborn. We named him William. The name William means a determined protector—a strong helmet and he did become that for me and his brothers.  An old soul. After two years, many rough roads and multiple eviction notices I became pregnant with my second son and I just knew that with two sons and more responsibility, things would be different. Surely he would love me now and provide for his sons— — stop gambling—become grounded. My mother named this second son after both his grandpa’s “Robert,” but not much changed. The name Robert means bright- shining—famed one, and he is bright and filled with light. After seven years of crying and praying I gave up and went out to sow my wild oats, but we ended up back together due to his salvation journey and a new start.  He looked like Jesus and he wanted to go to church—read the bible and pray, but by this time I looked like death and the thing I had cried out for seemed like a curse.  I no longer loved him. My heavenly Father named my third son Samuel (Yahweh hears). Yahweh does hear, however, we don’t always remain faithful or obedient. I prayed for my husband to change but by the time he did I had too.  I went to church with him and tried to renew my vows, both of them. Soon he slipped back into his old habits and I wasn’t perfect either–everything looked like it did before. I stayed seven more years. Divorce breaks childrens hearts. Men and women take it from me, a woman who has made mistakes- raise them up in the ways of the Lord Adonai and His instructions.
After Samuels birth, I asked the doctors to tie—burn—cut and destroy my tubes because I did not want to bring any more life into the earth that would not be cared for. I knew this was not what the Father wanted but I disobeyed. The doctors tried to convince me not to do this because I was so young (23). The day after Samuel was born they took me back for surgery and after it was over the doctors told me they never had a case like mine that was so hard to do. They said you’ll be bruised. We had to really work to get them tied. My entire stomach turned black and blue. How many beautiful sons would He have given me? A troop possibly. My grandmother had 12. If I could go back and talk to my younger self oh the things I would say.
I’d surely try and be more like Leah, Rachel, and more like Ruth the woman I am named after.
Yah does hear and He opens Rachel womb and gives her Joseph. He is doubly FRUITFUL! Doubly BLESSED!
After the birth of Joseph, something happens to Leah that has always bothered me. I honestly can relate to this part of the story in a weary way. I know it has a greater meaning about the order of spiritual things but it still grieves me.
The moment has finally happened—Jacob, the one who was called a deceiver—the one who wrongfully seizes and usurps his way to blessings–Yes, this Jacob has wrestled with an angel of God and received a hip out of socket, a new name (Israel) and is prepared to meet his brother Esau. The one who wished to hunt him down and take his life is headed in his direction. Jacob has fear. Now, something happens that moves me to tears.
Jacob lines up his jewels—his wealth—his possessions—the things he cherishes and he has them in an order of what he deems they are worth. He places the ones he loves the most in the back for protection. Jacob looked up and there was Esau, coming with his four hundred men; so he divided the children among Leah, Rachel, and the two female servants.  He put the female servants and their children in front, Leah and her children next, and Rachel and Joseph in the rear.  He himself went on ahead and bowed down to the ground seven times as he approached his brother.”
As Leah walked with her young sons around her she still knew that her younger sister was treasured above her and the young child Joseph was safely tucked in the back with his mother–the little lamb. I have been there. Perhaps you are a woman whose husband has always placed something ahead of you and I’m not talking about Yahweh. Perhaps it’s his job—the children—money—sports—his ex—his desires. What would a woman like Leah do?
She gave up asking for his full love on the 4th try and said I’ll Praise my Lord Adonai. Her sons were blessings from Abba, my sons are too, and one day they will be mighty on the earth and the Torah of Adonai will be upon their lips and in their hearts. Yes, I am calling things that are not as though they are.

The other day this same friend who was talking about Rachel interpreted a dream for me about a little doe I saw coming through a gate and another about a male deer. She reminded me that the scriptures describe the tribe Naphtali as a deer on their banner. Ah, the handmaidens have given birth too! and their sons are also part of the 12-13. Could I be from the tribe of Naphtali? Oh, what a wondrous thought. Rachel had a handmaiden named Bilhah. According to Abarim publication, her name means timid, foolish.
The adjective בלה (baleh), meaning worn out (Ezekiel 23:43, Joshua 9:4).
The masculine noun בלוא (belo), meaning worn out things, rags. This word occurs three times in the Bible; all three times in Jeremiah 38:11-12.
The feminine noun תבלית (tablit), meaning destruction (Isaiah 10:25 only).” I have been all of those things and more! Jacob’s oldest son sleeps with Bilhah and loses his birthright and the blessing. Bilhah has a colorful background and her words describe someone I used to be. I am so thankful that my Father, My Abba Daddy, way back in that book some of you call old said, “Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.” Isaiah 1:18.
This woman named Bilhah gives birth to Dan the judge and also Naphtali.
“Naphtali is a doe let loose, He gives beautiful words.” Genesis 49:21.
Words are my favorite thing. The Word became flesh and dwelt among us. Each letter was carefully crafted by the FINGER of YAH.
Naphtali also means to wrestle. Jacob wrestled all night with an angel and would not let go until he was blessed. Ah, this reminds me of both women and myself. What are you wrestling with?
My husband came into the room the other night and said he wanted to pray for me. I had been studying for hours about the red heifer and its significance to our Yeshua and this Lamb that was also perfectly slain for you and I. How wonderful that these women, the ewe and heifer gave birth to the twelve.  How magnificent our Bibles are if we would just eat them—savory bites of goodness. My Husband opened his mouth and said, “Father bless my wife and may her words fall like dew. May she hear in her ear all you want to show her about this tabernacle and Yeshua. May her pen be mighty. May she write every beautiful word that you have placed into her heart onto the pages for your glory and may you bless her books and her desire to know all about you.”
Tears.
My wrestling has ended with a blessing.
Can you hear Esau’s words—bless me too father. And he will. Love me too Leah cries and is answered. Rachel weeps for her children and he hears. “Retrain your voice from weeping and your eyes from tears for your work will be REWARDED.” Jeremiah 31:16.
So to all you weary Leah’s out there wrestling with your younger sister, remember you are a wild ox- strong like the red heifer. To all you Rachel’s out there you are a tender ewe, beautiful and powerful too. And to Bilhah, the one whose name means timid—worn out—rags—useless—you will give birth and your sons too will be mighty. Their words are beautiful. And how can we not mention ZILPAH!  Jacob slept with Leah’s handmaid and had Gad and Asher. According to Abarim publication, “ The name Zilpah comes from the verb זלף (zalaph). Its meaning is to drip, drop, sprinkle, pour.” POUR!
He said that in the last days He would pour out His Spirit- His Holy Ruach HaKodesh on His HANDMAIDENS and He is and I see it and they will start out as a drip—a drop—a sprinkle and then POUR! My Father My Abba Daddy has not forgotten His girls.
We praise you Yahweh for making us ONE. For bringing us together in unity—sweet unity.

 

http://www.abarim-publications.com/Meaning/Zilpah.html#.WIl25YWcFlE

 

 

 

  1. Jump up ^ “What’s in A Name,” Vayetzei (Genesis 28:10-32:3) at aish.com

 

 

Trump, Donald, and Slumber


Here are some interesting Trump facts, but first, just so we are clear, I do not think Trump is our Messiah. He is a man who has made the American people a lot of promises—promises with the help of us and the Father, that I hope he is able to keep. This blog has some simple facts about a man and some serious facts about prophecy.

“The name Trump comes from ‘Trump Family History. English (Devon): metonymic occupational name for a trumpeter.’ “

I believe we need more Trumpeters in this season. If Yah gave you a voice, use it. I’d rather hear a man admit he said horrible things about women 10 years ago, then one who points at the camera and says he never inhaled, never slept with that woman, never made a mistake.

“The name Donald is a Scottish baby name. In Scottish, the meaning of the name Donald is Great chief, world mighty.”

Could Donald be a great chief in our oval office? Perhaps if we pray for him and give him a chance.

Donald’s middle name John means, “Hebrew name יוֹחָנָן (Yochanan) meaning “YHWH is gracious.”

I feel that during this time Abba is being gracious and allowing all our sins to come to a head and allowing us all to repent, forgive, and sound the alarm that He is coming. I’ve personally been sick over my own condition of late. God told Ezekiel to show the house to the house. We need to look at ourselves.

We just celebrated the Feast of Trumpets in September. This is believed to possibly be the Jubilee year. I say possibly because According to biblical law, the Jubilee is only observed when all twelve tribes of the Jewish nation are living in Israel. The Feast of Tabernacles is the seventh of seven feasts that occur in the seventh month, for seven days. (777)

I wish I could give credit to the source who looked this next info up, but I haven’t had luck. After president-elect Donald Trump is sworn in, his first day in office he will be 70 years old, 7 months and 7 days. (777) He is sworn in on the 20th and takes office on January 21, 2017. He was born on June 14, 1946.

Could any of these things be signs from our Father? I think so.

Then you shall cause the trumpet of the Jubilee to sound on the tenth day of the seventh month; on the Day of Atonement, you shall make the trumpet to sound throughout all your land.

And you shall consecrate the fiftieth year, and proclaim liberty throughout all the land to all its inhabitants. It shall be a Jubilee for you; and each of you shall return to his possession, and each of you shall return to his family. Leviticus 25:9-10.

This year is the Jewish calendar year of 5,777.

The English word “Jubilee” comes from the Hebrew word “yovel” meaning a “trumpet or ram’s horn.”

A friend pointed out to me the other day that if you say Trump and Pence together quickly, it sounds like trumpet.

The surname Pence is a toponymic surname which described where the original bearer held land. In this case, the surname was originally derived from the Old English words Penn, meaning an area that housed stray animals and penn which referred to a hill. Many of us have felt like stray animals in our own land.

“My sheep wandered over all the mountains and on every high hill. They were scattered throughout the whole earth. No one searched or looked for them.” Ezekiel 34:6. Many of us have gone astray and we have wandered about lost, but now it’s time for light to come forth. There was Light in Goshen, but darkness in Egypt.

 

Pence’s first name is Michael.

From the Hebrew name מִיכָאֵל (Mikha’el) meaning “who is like God?” This is a rhetorical question, implying no person is like God. Michael is one of the seven archangels in Hebrew tradition and the only one identified as an archangel in the Bible.

We have seven trumpets, seven seals, seven churches, seven years of tribulation, seven Feast, seventh day Sabbath, and seven bowls that will be poured out.

I wrote about these trumpets in my last release Blow a Trumpet in Tekoa. Trumpets are alarms! America hear me, hear me, Trumpets are sounded before a war, they are sounded to wake us up from our slumber, they are sounded to alert the people that an enemy is near, and yes, they are sounded during the Feast. I’ll allow Joel to sound it, “Blow the trumpet in Zion; sound the alarm on my holy hill. Let all who live in the land tremble, for the day of the LORD, is coming. It is close at hand–a day of darkness and gloom, a day of clouds and blackness. Like dawn spreading across the mountains a large and mighty army comes, such as never was in ancient times nor ever will be in ages to come.” Joel 2:1-2.

Tonight we have the supermoon and this hasn’t happened in almost 70 years. They say it hasn’t happened since Israel became a nation. Signs in the heavens.

Yes, things are lining up, but my question to those who are Christians, Believers, followers of the Way, Torah observant congregations is this. . . Will America go unpunished for the blood of over 50 million babies? For the idolatry and bloodshed? For the rainbow being displayed in a manner that has been flipped? For the lawlessness that has infected the land with murdering, sexual profanity, and a whole slew of sins the Torah promises have a recompense. “See, I am setting before you today a blessing and a curse: the blessing, if you listen to the commandments of the LORD your God, which I am commanding you today; and the curse, if you do not listen to the commandments of the LORD your God, but turn aside from the way which I am commanding you today, by following other gods which you have not known.” Deuteronomy 28:26-28.

Every now and then when I was growing up I got out of a spanking, but I never got out of one for doing something that was grievous. America we have a lot of blood on our hands.

I just posted a word I was given about this season called Eat, Eat, and Eat Some More. We are going to need everything in the days ahead to fight with. Gird up your loins and grab His Word, eat it and eat some more. Pray and strengthen the feeble knees and the arms that hang down. Things are heating up and we must be ready.

The Radicals


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Under attack? Every time my husband and I send out a newsletter we can cut the tension in the room with a knife, but is that even worthy of mentioning?

This week we elected a new leader over our great nation America, and he is already under attack. Many have even taken to the streets in violence and anger, others more peaceful, but still not in support.

This message is about radical men and women who are arriving on the scene. These folks won’t even blink in the face of hatred, rejection, Cancer, fear, demons, and death. They’ve been training for this season their whole lives. They’re tired of their voices being duct taped. They are tired of being politically correct. They are tired in general of being lied to.

Have you ever said something that caused pain that you regretted saying? Paul says the opposite. He says he is glad it caused pain. Let’s look at that.

I opened up to a passage from 2nd Corinthians 7, where Paul begins by saying in verse 8 “if I caused you pain by my letter, I do not regret it. Even if I did regret it before — for I do see that that letter did distress you, though only for a short time — now I rejoice not because you were pained, but because the pain led you to turn back to God.”

These men back then, and women would go out and preach knowing that the crowds would get in fights–riots even.  The police and guards would show up and beat them with rods, stripe their backs and stone them to death. Paul saw the 3rd heaven after they stoned him to death. This didn’t stop him from preaching. Stephen died by stoning while preaching the truth to the people. They placed their fingers in their ears to try and drown out the truth. This violence was not happening over a man named Donald Trump. This rioting and violence was not over a fleshly man placed in office. No, this was over King Jesus/ Yeshua. He and His disciples exposed their crooked leadership, turned over their money tables, and spoke parables where the crooked leaders were the main characters.

These men in the Bible were pierced with the sword. They were sawn in half, crucified, and boiled in pots. One man told the king he shouldn’t be sleeping with his brother’s wife and his head ended up on a silver platter. These men would get beat half to death for casting out demons and land in prison and on one occasion they (Paul and Silas) got the jailers and their families to become believers and baptized them. They said things like, “I’m ready to die. I’m ready to be poured out like a drink offering.” A prophet named Agabus warns Paul that if he goes on his trip, he’ll be bound and put in prison. Yes, the voice of the prophet didn’t end when Yeshua/ Jesus came, nor after he ascended. Let’s look at what he tells Paul and Paul’s answer.

“As we were staying there for some days, a prophet named Agabus came down from Judea. And coming to us, he took Paul’s belt and bound his own feet and hands, and said, “This is what the Holy Spirit says: ‘In this way the Jews at Jerusalem will bind the man who owns this belt and deliver him into the hands of the Gentiles.’” When we had heard this, we as well as the local residents began begging him not to go up to Jerusalem. Then Paul answered, “What are you doing, weeping and breaking my heart? For I am ready not only to be bound, but even to die at Jerusalem for the name of the Lord Jesus.” Acts 21:10-13.

Paul is not upset that his letter made people mad! He was not going to stop preaching the Word if the folks didn’t agree with him. He did not stop writing letters, these letters that you and I read — letters birthed from his prison cell. He did not cry and say “woe is me.” I’ll just quit. I’ll quit the assembly and hide in my cell. The people are against my message. They’ve already stoned me and placed me in stocks–beat me. I’ll just give up.’

NO! These men were radical and they had spines of steel and an anointing that came from being crushed.

Oh, how many of us have the guts to pray to be crushed like an  olive or a rose to get the oil out and the sweet perfume?

** New Book Release**


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Perhaps you are a Christian who has trouble understanding His Feast and the articles you’ve read seem to be over your head. Maybe you have looked for Jesus in the passages about the Feast Day’s but were confused. This book is simple and yet prophetic. I wrote it for those who are not Hebrew/Greek scholars. I wrote it for those who are sitting in church every Sunday and saying, “I know there is more!”

Blow a Trumpet in Tekoa is a beautiful sound of the shofar awakening the Bride and preparing her for a returning King. The title comes straight from the book of Jeremiah. It was a war cry.
When the trumpet was blown the people knew it meant one of several things– war, danger, preparation, death, Shabbat or a High Holy Day. The sound said, “The High Holy Days are coming!” Then the people came together. That is what they were doing in the book of Acts in the upper room. Yes, they were coming together for a Feast they had been rehearsing for since the beginning of time– now it was actually happening.
The next sounding of the shofar blast will say, “The Bridegroom is Here!” Some will have extra oil and awaken, others will not be prepared.

Many of the prophetic teachings in this book are a long mournful cry for all of us to turn back to The Father and to heed his Commandments. Other topics are for healing, refreshing, and ultimately to draw one closer to HIM.
Have you ever wondered who the men were who arose from the grave after Jesus/Yeshua was crucified? Have you pondered tough passages like this one found in Revelations? “When he opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about half an hour” 8:1. The details hidden in them are as intricate as a peacock’s feathers and as fascinating as our very own DNA. Why would we expect less from the One who said in Leviticus that they were His Feast days? I pray the sound of the trumpet on the pages of this book awakens you to a new walk and understanding of the truth. I pray the beauty of the “Teki’ah”, a burst and long blast of triumph, joy, and gladness ignites your hearts. The sound of Teki’ah announced the coming KING and today we are closer than we have ever been to His arrival.

Blessings!

Tekoa Manning

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Walter the Homeless Man–Free Chapter


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Yes, I also write fiction. For more information on new releases and book signings go to https://tekoamanning.com

-Chapter 1

“Walter”

Walter Kendal lay beside the tree stump; his head resting behind his arms in a heap of fall leaves. The air was crisp and cool with a freshness that beckoned the sun to come up. The tall evergreens trees stretched their arms towards the horizon. The woods were faintly dark with slivers of light just beginning to peek through. It was very still, except for the occasional rustling of foliage falling to the earth, and the soft cooing sound coming from the metal cage that held Walter’s only companion.

From the wooded area where Walter lay, he could easily watch the small middle-class neighborhood come to life. Flickering pools of light brought a warming glow to a scattering of homes. In the distance, just a crow’s caw away, he heard the sound of engines warming up to begin the day, doors slamming and voices calling out to greet neighbors. The familiar sights and sounds reminded Walter of a life he once knew.

He had been waiting patiently for the dark blue mini-van to pull out of the driveway on Wildwood Court. He walked the path he’d worn to the opening past the prickly pine trees with their scabby bark and squatted down a bit, veiled almost completely by their fury needles. The house he had his eye on belonged to Desiree Levite. Through the French double doors of her kitchen, he watched her prepare breakfast for her two small children and knew it wouldn’t be long now.

Desiree left each morning at around six thirty. He assumed this gave her plenty of time to cart her children to the sitter, hit the freeway, and begin her shift at Bailsman, Friedman, and Stiltz Law Firm. Walter knew Desiree was a file clerk and full-time student on her way to becoming a paralegal. He thought her ultimate goal was to become an attorney. He occasionally read a term paper left lying about and sometimes sifted through her mail.

Walter was thankful that the ground had not become cold and hard yet and that arthritis in his joints didn’t ache as badly as usual. He buttoned his trench coat and watched the lights of the minivan disappear from sight. Then he counted under his breath slowly from one to fifty seconds, making sure Desiree hadn’t forgotten her briefcase, diaper bag, or her oldest son’s backpack. Walter had been caught off guard more than once by the forgetful disarray of the drowsy mother. Making his way up the path, he walked briskly to the back porch of the modest three bedroom brick ranch. Then Walter raised the rock that was next to the welcome mat, retrieved the key and let himself in. Walter had felt nervous the first few times he had entered, peeking through the blinds at the sounds of each passing motorist. The unexpected clank of the brass mail slot had once left Walter frozen with fear, but after a few weeks, he had settled into a routine. He had no excuse for entering. He knew it was wrong, and eventually he would have to stop or fate would rear its ugly head and he’d be a criminal.

“Maybe I have succumbed to this sort of lifestyle after all?” He wished it were all a bad dream, but as he turned on the faucet that belonged to a stranger and raised the ribbed glass to his parched lips, he knew it was far too real.

It had happened by chance the first time, Walter stumbling upon the key. He had merely wanted some fresh drinking water. Walter was headed out of the woods, on his way to a nearby gas station to fill his empty jug in the men’s room. The Chevron had bath stalls in the back of the service station, and Walter didn’t have to enter the store to get washed up or refill his empty container. Sometimes they locked them after midnight, he assumed to keep people like himself out. While he was cutting through the neighborhood, he noticed the green garden hose. While reaching for the hose, he accidently knocked over a decorative rock with the name Levite painted in black. Its only function was to show ownership of the property Walter stood on and to hide a key. The power to enter lay within Walter’s reach. It made his heart pound. He could picture the food and imagine the sound of the thermostat clicking on and blowing warm heat. He longed for a shower and the company of television. It had been over a year since Walter had felt the comforts of a real home. He had a home three hundred miles away, just before the rich green hills of Kentucky turned into the mountains of Tennessee, a home full of memories too painful for Walter to face.

Safely inside, he slowly exhaled and made his way to the refrigerator for his morning juice. He never took enough for anyone to notice, but instead consumed just one egg, one small bowl of cornflakes, or one piece of toast. Then carefully the sixty-seven-year-old washed, dried, and returned his plate, saucer, and cup, putting everything back in its original place.

Occasionally the phone rang and startled him. Although he used to sit behind a large desk answering calls, he had now become accustomed to sleeping under overpasses, across park benches, and in wooded areas. The days of phone calls had been years ago, before his retirement, and now they were a distant memory.

After breakfast, Walter took a shower, leaving not a speck of water to be found. The soft green, slightly damp towel was folded neatly back on the rack to dry, his toothbrush was placed into the frayed pocket of his tan London Fog coat. He wanted to shave but stopped himself for fear that his gray facial hairs would be noticed. He settled for a dollop of hair gel. Walter ran his fingers through his graying hair, relishing the fact that he still had some. Although he had lost some on top, all and all he still had plenty. Leaving the bath, he walked down the hall. According to his watch, it was seven thirty a.m. He had, at least, seven hours before her return.

The small house was tidy and clean, except for an occasional toy left lying about and the many books that lay in heaps. There were educational books on common law, child psychology, and the Constitution. There were also hardbound classics, poetry, and children’s books. Shuffled amongst the collection was a New King James Bible, and from the looks of the worn leather, he figured it had been opened quite often. Walter had never experienced so many books, and at times, he found himself skimming through the volumes to pass the day. He had wondered at first if the books were for show, but now believed Desiree had read the majority of her collection.

It seemed strange to Walter that after entering her home for only a few weeks, he already felt as if he knew her. There were photographs of her children on the mantle, scented candles, and the usual displays of potted plants. The one thing that had confused Walter was a recent portrait of Desiree with a dark haired man who appeared to be her husband. He worried at first that the man in the portrait might be a traveling salesman who could abruptly show up and end Walter’s only refuge. Then he found the sympathy cards full of kind remarks about the loss of Desiree’s husband, John.

Walter didn’t know what the future held for him. He was never one to take handouts, and he knew he had to repay this young mother for what she was unknowingly giving to him. Sometimes he did small repair jobs, like fixing the younger child’s rocking chair. The leg had been broken at some point. Walter simply glued it back into place. He had also unclogged the kitchen sink when Desiree carved pumpkins for Halloween. On this cool November morning, he didn’t see anything needing his handy work. So, after resting a bit on the tweed recliner, he drifted off to sleep.