There is great temptation to move the potted plants outside right now, but May 15 is the safe day to do that, and that is 3 weeks away.

I plan to move the fish out tomorrow. I got a lovely large ceramic urn for them this summer. They are alive and well, despite being mostly ignored all winter downstairs.

I do not see the swans, nor the cranes, so I am assuming they are busy laying eggs and nesting.

Let’s see.

Frogs are singing in the heat.

Wood-ticks are around.

Yuki came in with one the other day.

What do you think of world events? Are we being played along?

Probably. These are times when we must have our feet planted firmly in spiritual truth. The house built on rock, not sand. I am just so grateful for my faith.

Elisabeth Elliot used to say that the old hymns may not be Scripture but they are lessons in theology. I agree. It is appropriate to sing these choruses in difficult times.

I just get so discouraged when I see little being done to right the wrongs of politicians and political mistakes. Political debacles. It seems we are powerless to fix anything.

I am talking about Minnesota, mostly. I shake my head daily.

God is still in charge, still on His throne, still able to make things better. He will be glorified, and persecution of us believers only serves to strengthen us. Take heart!

Be encouraged.

The persecuted church around the world is far stronger than the indolent church of the west.

I am preaching to myself. Buck up, Corgi!

I miss my Corgi.

I look forward to seeing all my pets in heaven. I just do.

MARANATHA!

It’s about time to leave for school. The sun streams in this morning, such a pleasant beginning to a place where most school days begin in the dark.

The morning sky was red earlier, so clouds are moving in.

The Lord spoke to me through Scripture, and in thinking over the lessons of the weekend. There are several ideas I need to hone and formulate. “Stay Tuned!”

I am still recovering, fragile in health these days. My immune system just seems to be borderline. I remind myself that I am in my sixties, just had major surgery, cancer, and I am coming out of the season we “hygge,” comfortably sitting and sipping tea…

Not the most healthy behavior…

I need to get my body moving, take my vitamins, and embrace the warmth that is gradually increasing by the day.

But today I clear my throat and head to school. I am working a lot.

This morning I had so many thoughts about what the Lord is teaching me. I have something new cooking with three of my closest people, women whom I admire and love deeply. God has blessed me with these wonderful friends. There was some confirmation from the Lord that we should begin a new venture together this weekend.

Of course the devil stepped right up to try and discourage me, but I know better. I do listen to him, and that is to my destruction. I know better.

Our pastor spoke about the nameless men in Acts, who brought the Gospel to the gentiles.

We do not need to be “special,” or even gifted or talented! God uses us as we are—NOBODIES!

We can shine with His power.

Think with me about the prospects that are simmering ahead for Corgi Hollows. This is a moment to pray and plan. There are several things to be figured out.

Unless the Lord builds the house they labor in vain. I am well-aware of this verse and this concept. God can do what He wants for His glory.

I am reading several very interesting books lately. I am also preparing for a wedding. I have been quietly praying about how to take the next step for Corgi Hollows.

Pray with me. Things are in preparation.

MARANATHA!

I have a half day of teaching today, so since it’s been awhile I thought I’d write some thoughts and plans for Corgi Hollows this early foggy, misty morning.

Yesterday bad storms hit Minnesota. I saw the massive clouds from my location, north and west of the storms. They were impressive. They did impressive damage, too. Tornadoes, hail, winds.

It is eerily calm here at Corgi Hollows this morning, and I drank my coffee outside by my kitchen garden. The temps are chilly but pleasant enough. Grass is green, but leaves aren’t even changing the hue of gray trees. “Spring’s first green is gold” isn’t here yet.

Alex, the new resident cat, rushes out the door at every chance. He is acquainting himself with the territory. He comes back quite willingly, so I assume he has claimed us as home. Ed got him as a rescue, and he had been a stray, so letting him have his freedom here in the country is a little unnerving. But he would simply languish if he couldn’t go outside.

Topaz is aging! I was doing the math and he is at least 11 years old now, sweet, friendly cat. He seems ageless.

His love for children is remarkable.

Ideas are cooking in my head. Something is brewing here. After the wedding in Kyoto I hope to get a new venture off the ground. I have the help and support of three wonderful women, and we, together, have a project that could help us and many, many other people. This idea has been simmering for over a year, now, so it isn’t a fly-by-night whim.

I admit that thoughts in the middle of the night can be some inspiration, especially for topics for Corgi Hollows.

“Watchman, Tell us of the Night!”

Now, that was a thought I had the other night before sleep. We are watchmen. We have a responsibility. “How will they hear without a preacher?”

Now, I am old-fashioned, fundamental, fairly strict and fairly orthodox in my spiritual inclinations. As a believer I am more prone to err on the conservative side of spiritual issues. That being said——Here I stand:

I do not think a woman should be in a position of authority over men within a church body. I can write and say whatever floats my boat here on Corgi Hollows, and people can take it or leave it, but I truly believe Scripture is clear about the role of women in the church.

Yes, I am a teacher. I see examples of that in Scripture, and I do like to reference Deborah, a judge in the Old Testament. She did hold authority in a secular sense. I see no issue with a woman in politics. I think of a woman who held authority in Pakistan for many years, brilliant, stellar, simply genius. She was a true leader.

Margaret Thatcher had brilliance as well. Conservative brilliance, which grated on the liberal mind.

Our own Michelle Bachmann is bright and winsome. Because she is a conservative and gets excited about things she has been pilloried. I, for one, admire her. I actually listen to her.

God gave me a life lesson back in college. I will share it.

On Sunday mornings my dad watched the television preachers. This went on my entire childhood. As we were rushing around getting ready for church the TV was on—and I was exposed to several well-known preachers of the 1970’s and 1980’s.

Jerry Falwell.

When I started to attend the University of Minnesota I had a friend who started to make fun of Jerry Falwell one day. This was back when he was making a foray into political influence. She mocked him, and I asked her, “Have you listened to him preach?”

No. She hadn’t. She was simply spouting the current vibe of hatred against him.

Now, fallen human that Jerry Falwell was, like the rest of us, I have to say that when I looked at his face on the TV I saw kindness. I won’t defend anything evil that he may or may not have done.

But I saw kindness. I saw the truth and wisdom of Jesus being told.

My friend came to Christ a few months later. She had been living quite lasciviously and all of that changed.

When you are tempted to spout a vibe that is hip and cool, ask yourself if there is really truth to it.

As we grapple with Artificial Intelligence we will have a much more difficult time discerning truth and reality. Anyone can deny anything these days.

How easily we are swayed.

The whole debacle with a US President in a painting these past few days proves my point about the fickleness of people without a mooring, a worldview, that is sustainable in this shifting society. This too will be shoved aside and forgotten in a few days, but it should be remembered.

We serve a God who is above all else. The fallen people that we meet every day will disappoint us and hurt us. They will betray us.

Feeling a sense of disappointment over these betrayals is expected. I spent three years healing from a betrayal. Perhaps that is what drove me to define my worldview grid more definitively. I needed a foundation to stand on, a frame to stabilize my thinking.

As a Spirit-filled Christian, I trust that God has led me in paths of righteousness for His Name’s sake.

Have I messed up? Have I suffered? Have I made life altering mistakes?

Yes. I am the worst of sinners, as Paul writes.

Yet God is faithful.

I can look out at my little Hollow and thank God for the earthly beauty He made for me to enjoy. The peace of my place is a gift from Him. He has blessed me one thousand-fold, one million billion fold—more than I can express. My cup runneth over.

This suffering human can say God is Good.

Check your grid. Check your worldview. Check your presuppositions.

Test the spirits, test your attitudes.

Test your “truth.”

Kindness, truthfulness, discipline. These are my 2026 words. They have become so relevant!

I have decided to follow Jesus. No turning back.

MARANATHA!

You have heard that there is a day before Passover that is called “Preparation Day.”

I think about that.

Jack Hibbs gave a devotional about the Tuesday of Holy Week (Luke 21-22) and how significant that day was. Very interesting. A LOT happened that day.

Today is my day to prepare. I need to figure out how to install ink in my printer (yuk) because Cheri, my go-to for tech stuff, is working.

Ed lives at his bachelor pad 45 minutes away.

Alas, I must print out my tax forms and music for the Good Friday service, where I have been recruited for worship team.

These things may seem easy to you. It is this type of thing that stalls me, frustrates me, makes me miss my husband. How selfish of me. It’s the truth, though.

As I plan a menu for Sunday dinner with my family I am flipping through my “Favorite Dessert” recipe card holder.

I was looking for Lemon Butter. I’ve shared this recipe before. It is part of our family tradition for this Sunday. Tangy, pretty yellow, sweet, combined with my mom’s Forgotten Cake, a meringue concoction, it says spring and joy. Whipped cream on top of it completes the dessert.

So many yummy recipes in this little photo-holder from the dollar store, all on different recipe cards, each recipe filled with memories of 30 years of marriage.

I did like to bake. I was never a great cook, but baking was my thing. I wish I could remake all these recipes for someone to appreciate, my husband coming in from a day in the sun doing yard work, winter, spring, summer, fall. Each season had its flavors.

I’m remembering.

Today I get to make lemon butter. Mom will still make the forgotten cake. It’s tricky.

Here’s the lemon butter recipe:

4 cups sugar, 1/2 lb butter, rind and juice of 4 lemons, 8 eggs.

Cook in double boiler. Put in the sugar and butter, rind of lemon, then add eggs (well beaten), juice of lemons, and boil until thickened. Add a pinch of salt. Stir frequently as it cooks.

Forgotten Cake:

6 egg whites, 1/2 tsp. cream of tarter, 1/4 tsp. salt, 1 1/2 cups sugar, 1 tsp. vanilla

Preheat oven to 425*. Beat egg whites until foamy. Add salt, cream of tartar. Beat until very stiff. Gradually add sugar a little at a time, beating constantly. Mix in vanilla. Spoon onto ungreased 8 x 12 (whatever you have like that) GLASS/Pyrex baking dish. Place in oven. Turn off heat immediately. Leave in oven all day or overnight, until oven is cold. DO NOT PEEK!!!

I am looking out at my spring-cleaned yard. My friend came by yesterday and took away all the leaves from winter. It looks vacuumed. It was vacuumed. We are expecting snow this weekend, but I am gradually transitioning to my set-up for warmer weather.

The robins are back, as are our other seasonal visitors: red-winged black birds, cranes, bluebirds. Have not seen the Hummingbirds yet.

Of note, this year I see a pair of Trumpeter Swans out on our wet land. I hope there will be sufficient water to keep them through the summer, but we will see. Our wetlands are often mostly bog, and although a frog haven, the waterfowl might need to move before summer gets on much.

I heard the frogs the other night, too.

Alex, the new cat, is feeling his oats. He shoots out the door at every possible chance, even when Yuki needs a midnight potty-break. Last night Cheri and I chased him all over the yard, under the truck, back and forth by the light of the full moon.

How annoying.

But we have come to love him. We don’t want him eaten by coyotes. So, we try to herd him or catch him and bring him back in the house to a warm and cozy spot for the night.

Topi is far more well behaved. He minds us.

My grandson came by yesterday to play, and Topi, an unusual cat, just LOVES kids, and he patiently played with him. Topi is an unusual cat! We all love him.

Last evening we were inundated with a massive migration of birds. They may have been a type of murmuring bird, but they just made lots of noise up in the trees. I couldn’t see the species. This is such an interesting time of year for bird life.

A pair of house finches have nested in my kitchen range vent. I tried to discourage them by running the fan intermittently, but they were more persistent than I. Now we hear their conversation through the hood above the range. It is pleasant, little chirping back and forth. Once in awhile there is a rustle of nest material being organized.

What a blessing to live in a place that has so much life! The grass greens by the minute!

It is a week to think about Jesus.

I am glad for a break from school, even if I need the $. I can organize and sort and think.

This is a gift, too.

I have been doing a bit of my own natural chemotherapy after having had thyroid cancer last fall. I was free of cancer according to the oncologist, but I like to think that we all have cancers lurking in our fallen bodies and they need attention.

Here’s my routine, over the weeks since my surgery:

*I don’t do every thing every day, but I’ve been pretty consistent over the weeks.

Apricot kernels (eat 2/day), apricot kernel oil (on face), castor oil (topically), choke cherries, ivermectin, vitamin C (lots of it), kelp, and various other herbal supplements: sour sop leaf tea…

But something interesting happened at the YMCA on Friday. There was a gal I’ve gotten to converse with over time and she asked me about my health journey. I told her that my immune system was still pretty fragile, as I seem to feel a bit like I’m getting a sore throat often, have flashes of heat and cold, and tenderness in different spots. Health can be such an influencer!

A woman who was changing clothes near us said: “Turmeric! You need to take turmeric!”

I nodded my thanks.

On Sunday I sat next to my friend from India, who asked me the same question. I gave the same answer, but I said, “What would you recommend that I do?”

“Turmeric lattes!”

I saw the woman (don’t know her name) again on Monday at the Y. I rarely see the same people on consecutive visits to the Y. I told her what my friend had said and we laughed.

“I am a spiritual person, and when I hear the same thing over and over I sometimes think GOD is telling me something!”

She concurred. She told me she was also a spiritual person, and felt the same way. It was such a sweet interaction.

SO I am on my fourth turmeric latte today!

I do think the pain in my hip is less. It’s supposed to be an antioxidant, but also anti inflammatory. I believe it will help!

How fragile we are! God is so good to us in preserving our vulnerable lives here on earth. And our days are numbered by Him, always remember, He keeps us. Nothing can change our length of life.

SO REST IN HIM.

There is a lot happening in the world. Prophecy watchers are on high alert. I find these days fascinating, but also terrible. Christians are seeing a whole new level of hatred and rejection.

We are all feeling it.

Take heart, dear one. You are not alone. We are all facing it daily.

And Jesus knows! He is never going to abandon us!

I pray for all of us to be steadfast, holding onto the truth, patiently and prayerfully waiting for our King to come for us.

MARANTHA!

After cancer I’ve been working as much as I possibly can. It’s good for me, but I am wiped out after teaching everyday.

Along with all the work I’ve slowly been restoring order to my home. The wetness problem is fixed. The tile is laid in the basement. The septic system functioned ALL WINTER despite sub zero stretches.

God is good.

He is a generous and thoughtful provider. I see His hand in every day, every hour, every minute.

I see His protection.

I have a break from teaching coming up, as spring break looms. I need it.

Sad news in my little world: my wonderful pastor, an expository preacher, is resigning. His emphasis was prayer, as was mine. I feel like a kindred spirit was my shepherd these past critical years since Brian’s death.

I will miss him in the pulpit.

Also, looking for a new pastor with a solid Bible foundation, prayer emphasis, and outreach fervor is almost impossible. They hardly exist.

I studied my MPA, very Peter Drucker laced, and I know the current trends in leadership.

Sadly a servant hearted shepherd with solid theology, premillennial disposition, strong Bible knowledge is rare.

My mom went to an old Norwegian church downtown Minneapolis yesterday. They are looking for a pastor too, but he has to know and preach in Norwegian, be Lutheran, and who knows what else he needs…!!

He has to commit to three years in our “wonderful” city of Minneapolis.

(ha!)

It is super hard to find a pastor.

On Sunday I hosted an after-conference pizza party for some folk who had just attended SXSW in Austin Texas, and then subsequently Paganicon, here in the Minneapolis area.

Wow, folks. I wished that we had a zoom type of recording camera as everyone shared their impressions and what they learned.

A privilege for me. I got it fresh. These folk are researchers who attend WEF events, United Nation conferences, Burning Man, and various other pertinent cutting edge trending gatherings.

I am still shaking my head in disbelief at some of the information.

It is theirs to disperse, so I won’t steal their thunder here, but if you are interested in hearing a bit, contact me.

I will share tidbits, but suffice it to say it is earth shaking.

In the background of all of this is a war in Iran.

I was planning a trip to China in May. It is currently on hold. Sometimes the world really does affect your own little life.

Today I walked over the swamp to meet brand new neighbors next door. They are very good neighbors. I just know it.

God has blessed me. Again. Again and again.

Again and again and again.

The tears just roll down—gratefulness.

I’ve met my latest darling granddaughter. She is absolutely perfect. I’m babysitting my youngest grandson this afternoon. In fact I need to skedaddle. He’s priceless.

I’m listening to Peder Elias’ song “Call My Name”

I think of it a bit as a reminder that God really does calm my heart in my needs.

Come, Lord Jesus!

MARANATHA!

Just so you know, if you have connected with me in some way over the past few years, you are probably on my prayer list.

Connections are powerful. God has placed you on my heart, and I am praying for you. Some of you, close friends, I pray for your children and grandchildren by name.

I pray for my family members, daily, my own small circle, my cousins and relatives.

I pray for the ones that God has brought to live under the Corgi Hollows roof even for a short time.

I pray for my missionary friends, some of you I’ve only made eye contact with! You don’t even know me—-perhaps.

I pray for countries and kings, rulers and presidents, cities and schools.

I have a special “snatch list” of people that I am pretty sure do not know Jesus right now. This list of people are close to my heart, and I pray for their salvation, watch them live their lives and hope for signs of spiritual softening.

Most of these people are “influencers,” as in having a following and influence on multiple people for whatever reason—their connections, their talents, their art. I pray that through their salvation they would bring hundreds or thousands to Christ.

I pray that the Holy Spirit can touch their lives and that they will surrender to Him.

One thing this daily prayer does for my heart is pretty miraculous. You kinda sorta have to love the people you are praying for. It just flows out of your mind and heart whether you want it to or not. You may be arch enemies, but as you pray good for that person the love flows.

I may diametrically oppose someone’s politics, spiritual leanings, or decisions—but as I pray for them I FEEL love toward them. I want them to repent and come to Christ. This is love.

This is what loving your enemy means, I believe. Love in the best of ways: desiring a future of eternal hope in God.

Through Jesus Christ.

Ya’ll know that life has been politically difficult up here in the North Star State lately. It could be a time of deep discouragement with bitter cold, gray skies, massive fraud and deceit, incompetence, political embarrassment.

But I am bringing ALL OF IT to the LORD, and my prayers for all of these people keep myself in check.

Yes, I’ve had some depression. Normal depression. Who doesn’t? I always like to remember Elijah and his depression when I am down.

A handful of cashews, a swim, a half hour looking at something bright, a sweet night’s sleep, a walk in the fresh air, —–maybe something chocolate, or buttery garlic….—(in extreme cases!)

A diversion, a song of praise, a reminder to self of a promise in Scripture.

A Bach concerto.

Prayer. Crying out to God in desperation.

Save these dear ones, Lord! In YOUR TIME, not mine, but please save them in Jesus’ name.

Save them for Your glory.

Part of a prayer life is also confession and repentance of sin.

Create in me a clean heart, Lord, and renew a right spirit in me. This is certainly exhilarating!

Knowing Jesus is knowing Truth.

Praying with you, for you. Praying you can experience the JOY OF THE LORD.

MARANATHA!

You never know who you may influence. I have many, many quiet followers, and I want to encourage them!

Just your quiet encouragement is hugely important to those of us who become lightning rods. We each have our roles, our jobs, our gifts!

Sometimes it is just enough to stand firm, to give a word of support.

Keep it up!

As truth enters the eye-gate, into the brain, it softens human nature and opens the mind to it.

Say truth. Write truth. Stand for truth.

Even quietly.

There is great effect even in a quiet stance.

And it is worth it.

It is no secret that I am conservative in my leanings. Recently I’ve been attacked on public forums for my views.

I choose (mostly) not to respond, since argument is futile. I am no Charlie Kirk, much as I admire him.

I can only express myself here, and by pointing to excellent articles and arguments elicited by my fellow conservatives.

I choose to love my enemies. That is commanded by my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. So, witch or pagan, Marxist or pedophile—I am commanded to LOVE.

Do I approve those things? That is a rhetorical question.

What do you think I approve of, as a follower of Christ? As a Bible Believer? As someone who awaits the return of Christ?

My worldview speaks for itself. Please hold me accountable.

I have long stated (along with the late Dr. Francis Schaeffer) that abortion is a watershed worldview issue.

If you land on the pro-abortion side you end up in another ocean from the pro-life side.

It boils down to Baal and Molech.

Idolatry versus the worship of Creator God, Yah.

As it plays out in my own life I can only see the effect of this worldview. It is monumental.

My left leaning “friends” and I can only interact civilly, there is no shared spirit. How can you share a spirit with such a divergent mind?

As we see the demonic/satanic/luciferian deep state expose itself I can only hope that some would wake up to the things truly at play.

I choose to fill my mind with light and hope, instead of anger (which is indicative of pride).

I choose to love instead of hate.

And I know I am hated.

My challenge is to return that hatred with love. May God help me! I fail daily.

I go to the Lord for His grace and mercy, his love and forgiveness. I pray for my enemies daily.

I pray that they find the Jesus of the Bible, not some figure manufactured through a cherry-picked version of Christianity.

Justice WILL reign. Perpetrators will be punished. God is holy.

The Gospel is clear: We are all sinners. We all need God. Jesus came and suffered, died, and was sacrificed for our sin, rose from the dead, and is coming again.

If we believe this we are saved, born again in His Spirit. We have hope for an eternity with the LORD.

We cannot do this through our own merit. We are lost. Completely. We must bow to Christ.

May this simple word of truth touch hearts that need hope and assurance.

I say this, repeat this, in love.

Don’t worry! God sees everything. He is Holy and Just.

Come to Him today! Don’t sweat the attacks, just hold fast to the One who reveals Himself in His Word.

Read Psalm 5.

Admit who you are!

As things heat up and attacks become more frequent, find hope in Jesus. He is coming soon!

MARANATHA!

There is a song by Jang Keun Suk by that title, and it is playing in my head this Valentine’s Day. He croons it, and I like his voice, which, for me, captures the essence of a sweet message.

This will be a long post, as I’ve felt wordy all week, yet I had no time to write. My days were filled with intense activity, or sickness, as I was experiencing a pretty bad cold.

God arranged my days so I could both work and recover, the fever was over last Sunday, but the normal protocol of a virus ensued. I was so thankful.

I had really delightful days at school, filled with energy and sweet interactions. Students were fairly well behaved, only a few incidences.

I’ve always said subbing can be the hell of jobs, or the heaven. Good days are amazing. Bad days are memorable and completely horrible. It’s the bi-polar disorder of the job-world: there is no in-between.

Anyway, this week was really mostly amazing.

Ed was in Arizona getting therapied and medicated by my chief therapist whom I call my medicine. I missed him.

My high school friend fixed The 2014 Fusion body. It runs great again. I am thrilled and thankful. Let’s get another 70 thousand miles out of it !!!!!!!!!

Cheri and I will not trust the parking brake when the car is in neutral ever again. It will be parked in first gear. Period. A completely level surface will be necessary for an engine warm-up.

It’s been six Valentine’s Days since my Valentine passed away.

It was Valentine’s Day, 1989, while he was living in Georgia at Ranger’s School (then) that I received a dozen stunning deep red roses with baby’s breath. Delivered. To Corgi Hollows North. The first time I’d ever had a romantic bouquet of flowers delivered to me.

It was so romantic.

Less than a month later, after countless phone calls and long hand-written letters, we decided to walk the path toward marriage. He proposed in May, and we were married that November.

As I was shopping at Costco last night, surveying the beautiful bouquets of Valentine flowers, the rose bunches held by the shoppers, I wanted to cry. The memories of all those Valentine’s Day bouquets (they continued every single year, and he religiously gifted me flowers throughout the year!) came back.

I felt sorry for myself.

I miss my Valentine.

Perhaps this holiday is the hardest one for us widows to get through. I try to play it up, making new memories that just commemorate the pinks and reds and chocolate. I DID buy myself a bouquet of red roses and baby’s breath last week (while it was cheap) at Trader Joe’s. Their flowers are simply the best for splurging on.

I keep a bouquet of pink carnations on the kitchen counter perpetually, from Trader Joe’s. Here, in our neck of the woods, they are $4.99 a bunch. Coffee from Caribou or carnations? I always pick the flowers. Carnations really are my favorite, and they last SO long. Cheery little creations. Ed also keeps me supplied with a bouquet from time to time. He remembers how faithful his dad was to me.

The high school kids were getting treats from their admirers yesterday, too. It was fun to see the shy smiles.

There is something so fun and old fashioned about Valentine’s Day. It is sweet.

I know that Brian would write me a Valentine today, too. I can imagine it. Whenever we went through a difficult time (and believe me, we did go through multiple hard things as a couple) our marriage seemed stronger. Some of the problems were unsolved, but there was always commitment, faithfulness, and a desire to make it right.

When that desire is gone the hope is gone. Only God can restore a relationship that has taken that kind of hit.

Actually God is the only One who can restore any broken spirit, marriage problem, or difficulty. To put an expectation on your spouse is unkind and fruitless.

Only God.

We are entirely reliant on God to fix us. To think otherwise is prideful and a waste of time. Our marriages are commitments that only God can keep tied.

I saw a little blurb about couples who pray together and how their marriages are divorce-proof. Brian and I prayed together, but not as consistently as we should have. Still, our faith was a bond that kept us together until DEATH.

When you say “until death do I part” you are committing yourself. I have thought about that phrase in our vows we spoke many, many times. I thankfully kept that vow, with God’s help, for 30 years.

And I miss the one who also vowed to me. Each year I find more and more healing, more permission to laugh and enjoy life.

Part of me is missing, and Valentine’s Day just emphasizes that.

I don’t ever expect to meet anyone who can take that role again. Men (single) like him do not exist, at least in my circles. Manly, gifted, intelligent, faithful, strong, and committed.

I was blessed.

Now I rely entirely on God for my needs. Brian was such an amazing provider. He had the gift of being a servant, as many people could attest. He always helped people with this massive talent and ability. He fixed cars and plumbing for others regularly. He rarely sat still. I have a picture of him on the couch with Corwyn on him. I took the picture because it was so unusual to see him lounging. Corwyn took advantage of the moment.

So this Valentine’s Day I choose to be a bit sad. Perhaps it isn’t long until I see him again. The Rapture must be just on the horizon, right?

We watchmen are amazed at the lateness of the hour.

The world (particularly here in Minnesota) is truly nuts.

I have a philosophical friend who recently wrote a book about talking to leftist Christians. I have been thinking about her arguments.

Gnosticism seems to be the root of this pro-illegal immigrant craze. I believe the “church” has put itself in a position above God, claiming to speak for God, be God, in this whole matter. Leftist liberalism aligns itself with this Gnostic belief that WE ARE GOD. We are ONE WITH GOD, we are one, Oneism, Gnosis is US, God is in every thing—the illegal, the sinner, the chair or table we sit at.

Anything but the One True God, Elohim, Yah, the Creator.

The One who gave us Scripture and law, and order.

History is complex to understand, especially with dueling philosophies that have flexed their power over different eras. Socialism really has come out on top in the past centuries, and we are seeing its ugly hand print on today’s headlines.

I chose to back off from the news when Socialists gained power in the white house. My spirit was more important than watching the demise of the country. I couldn’t pallet the garbage —pride, sin, degeneration, dystopia—-all force fed to us from Washington D.C.

As I see Donald Trump doing the very things that I approve of (Taking Epstein down, bringing political criminals to justice, righting the illegal alien problem here in my state, finding trafficked children and freeing them) I rejoice in his actions. I approve. I love that he has played down the United Nations, the World Economic Forum, the Federal Reserve (a private organization that rules our economy), and the World Health Organization. I love that he has fingered NGO’s that have wrought havoc with trillions of dollars, aiding and abetting terrorist organizations. I love that he supports Israel and immigration. Legal immigration. I love that He talks about God, even though he truthfully admits his own spiritual deficit. It’s really amazing.

I don’t have to approve of the man himself, but I do pray for him by name, as I do the Socialist Dictators of the world, oops, I mean Socialist Presidents of the USA. I pray for them, as I am commanded to do. Clinton, Obama, Biden. I pray for their salvation.

I pray for President Donald Trump to continue to be PRO LIFE, pro America, pro order. I am thankful for what he has done. Roe vs. Wade was overturned. His judge appointees.

This IS the watershed issue, my friends. Always and forever. Sacrifice to Baal/Molech is alive and well, horrifyingly, in the world today.

It is what he is DOING, not who he is, that gets my support.

I got a letter from a friend in Europe who thinks Trump is literally the devil. The hatred for Donald Trump over there and here (among former friends —-and relatives) is practically delusional. I am choosing to not respond, as all the books and articles, arguments and reasoning I’ve tried to counter with simply had no effect.

I will not waste my time anymore. I just sit back and watch the big picture. Only God can open eyes to the reality that undergirds our lives. God is in control. Spiritual truth can only be revealed by an act of His Spirit and a humble heart willing to see God’s ways.

God’s ways are not our ways.

And God can heal and change anyone. I need not get worked up!

I fix my eyes on Jesus, the Author of my faith. I need please no one here on earth. I live for Christ alone.

I am not God. I choose to believe the God of the Bible, as He reveals Himself to me in Scripture.

There I stand, and I pray that you come alongside!

What’s this week’s command of Christ??

Honor God’s Law

¹⁷ “Do not think that I came to destroy the Law or the Prophets. I did not come to destroy but to fulfill. ¹⁸ For assuredly, I say to you, till heaven and earth pass away, one ^[a]jot or one ^[b]tittle will by no means pass from the law till all is fulfilled.

Matthew 5:17-18

Obey Jesus. This is His word.

Study His commands to show your love for Him. He who loves Him keeps His commands.

Until He appears, gloriously!—–

MARANATHA!