It’s spring, and I cannot help but reflect on this past year, back to last spring when Brian was chopping down FOUR trees: three oaks and a huge basswood.

Who could have imagined he’d be with Jesus this spring?

Not I. Sometimes I get glimpses of reality through my numbness and the shock just makes me catch my breath.

Yes, I still have trouble believing my fit and energetic husband is not here.

Do you know how many times I’ve had a racing heart and wondered if I was going to join him since then?

More times than I can count. Don’t be surprised if you hear I’m gone! It’ll either be the Rapture or something like what Brian experienced! Well, that is what I think.

Stress can cause many physical symptoms, and believe me, I’ve had my share of symptoms this year.

God has given me rest at night, and that is a HUGE blessing. Someone must be praying for that exactly!

Will you pray for my mom to get good rest, too, now? As we age sleep becomes more elusive at night.

She needs it because she has a heart condition. She needs good rest. Stress has touched her and dad too, of course. Can you believe that my parents have lost FOUR children?

Susan died of a brain tumor in 2006, Jud and Mary were killed by a drunk driver in 2019, and now Brian has passed from heart failure. Pray that my brother and his wife, and I, stick around to care for Mom and Dad for awhile.

I know that I shouldn’t worry. “Cast your cares on the Lord !”

How about the Bob Marley song, “Don’t Worry About Anything!” Clearly he knew the Lord.

Springtime is a time of expectation. I have no idea how I will manage the yard and the splitting of wood for filling the woodshed. I have no idea how it will all pan out with multiple things. Do we, any of us, really know?

Of course not.

I will continue to take one day at a time, hunkering down, managing.

God is always good. Can I trust Him?

Yes. I can trust Him and His promises, even when it seems hard to understand the depth of pain and loss, grief and sin in all of us.

MARANATHA, Lord Jesus. We are waiting.

The time of the singing of birds is come, the winter is past and the rain is here. COME AWAY!

Do you remember that Merv and Merla song? I’ll see if I can find it on YouTube.

There are a few updates for those of you who have been following my chaotic life recently. Last weekend my dad had a stroke. My brother drove out from NY to help us assess the situation, how we are going to manage.

Life changes for all, I’m suspecting.

Dad can walk, he is pretty clear in his mind, too. He had physical therapy for another condition, so those sessions just became more vital to getting him back to a new normal. Someone needs to be with him at all times, so the strain is on my mom and the rest of us to work out our schedules to fill in all the hours.

The real goal is to keep Dad home. Period.

He has been such a good and generous dad, a quiet man, but with keen humor and intellect. He loves his home here among the swamps of Minnesota. (There are more swamps than lakes in this state). We want so badly to allow him his wish of being quiet.

He prays for us, he cares about us, he is concerned for all of his children and grandchildren. His heart breaks when we are hurt or suffering.

There isn’t a town, or road in this state he doesn’t know. If you have ever met him he remembers you. (I, sadly, did not inherit that gene.)

He loves his family, his brothers and sisters, all passed now, and all of his nieces and nephews. He remembers his youth during the depression vividly.

I will be substitute teaching less, as I must be next door with Dad.

I know that he has been looking for the Rapture of the church his entire life, (94 years) and I wonder if he will get to experience it! I know I expect to, and Dad did too. What a blessed hope for us as life passes.

Maybe I’ll use the time to do more music. Dad loves to hear the piano, and Ed goes next door frequently to give a concert. Mom and I also give concerts to Dad regularly. Perhaps I will get to do more art. I have let that slide with the weight of “business matters” I’ve been handling since Brian died. One can only do so much.

I’m glad I’m “relatively” young and strong so I can actually lift Dad if needed. I try to get to the pool to keep fit, but my hotel job (folding laundry) is a great work-out too. Imagine folding hundreds of sheets and towels!

Maybe I’ll have more time to “blog.”

I’ll miss the kids at school. I’ve gotten to know them all, and I have a special place in my heart for each one. Perhaps a day will free up for me to see them again sometime.

Changes.

If you want to come and be with Dad, visit, so Mom and I can have an hour free, we’d welcome you! He is really an interesting person to talk to. He knows so much history! (That was his major in college.) Mostly he needs someone there to make sure he doesn’t accidentally fall if he gets up. He is learning to do things by himself and getting stronger each day.

Let us know. We’d love it.

Some of you have heard that my 94 year old dad had a stroke on Friday morning. He came out of it very well, really, with just a few minutes of confusion, and loss of movement in one of his legs.

He is in the hospital right now, having physiotherapy. Only my mom is allowed in with him, and he really needs her. He hates the hospital.

It was his first ride in an ambulance on Friday.

We have to get him walking again to take him home, even for home care, at least that is what I understand from the ever-changing reports.

My niece has been a pillar of strength and help for my mom. My brother is on his way here from New York to help with decision making.

We are in a time of change, and the only thing I can do is trust the God who allows it and the process of life and even death on this earth.

My dad is a very sharp person mentally, also very sweet and generous. He loves to be HOME. He’s also a very quiet man, private. He hates hoopla.

I want you to know that he dislikes any fuss, but I want you to pray for him. My parents are having their 65th wedding anniversary in May. Perhaps you could send a card if you feel led.

I’ll send you the address if you ask me privately and I can verify you.

I have a rotten headache, since Friday, and I am battling deep emotions. I’m tired.

Thank you for your prayers. Change is not easy for me. It never has been easy for me. I accept it. I acknowledge it. I have hope for the future.

“I know the plans I have for you! Plans to prosper you, and NOT to harm you. Plans to give you a hope and a future.” —-Jeremiah 29:11 CH

This virus and this election have really been a godsend for defining people’s tribes!

If you didn’t know where you stood before, you do now, probably.

For me, death and conflict have added to the definition as refining agents.

I had two choices: fade away, or take a stand.

I guess it was in my character to take a stand. I’m an exhorter/evangelist by spiritual gift, a teacher by trade, and a discerner by default.

I’ll be the one standing in line at the guillotine.

(Unless the rapture…!)

As a believer in Jesus Christ I think that the aspects of the seven year tribulation will not apply to me. Persecution, yes, but God’s wrath, no. Those head choppers might be here sooner rather than later.

I belong to the tribe that will say good-bye to life on earth.

I belong to the tribe that stands on Scripture, and Christ.

I belong to the tribe that values God’s creation, life, and OTHER PEOPLE.

I belong to the tribe that takes a stand for righteousness.

As a believer I am commanded to treat others as I would treat myself: love your neighbor as you would love yourself.

I have been doing a lot of reading this year, since Brian’s death. Although I do not agree with Hannah Hurnard’s theology completely, I do see value in much of what she learned as a Christian living as a missionary. Her books have blessed me with insights about Scripture with concrete application of Christ’s teaching.

I’m reading “Walking Among the Unseen” right now. Right off the bat she defines the power of Christ in obedience to Him through transformation by the Holy Spirit.

When you are transformed you can literally transform—your attitude, your trust, your own outlook.

When you are cursed, you bless back.

When you are hated, you love back.

When you are sad, you praise God.

When you are ungrateful, you thank Him.

When you are angry, you bless.

When you are unloved, you trust.

Be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind. A heart that loves God will seek to obey Him (keep His commands!) The power of this transformation is the key to joy and living through the trials that will inevitably come.

Forgiving the unforgiveable is extremely hard, but it is possible with Christ. All things are possible through Christ who strengthens me.

Being joyful in a time of death and grief is something to wonder at, but it is possible to grieve and still have peace and joy. When you are anchored in the God of heaven you cling to His promises, his assurances, and you have peace. Complete peace.

This brings joy. It may not look like joy outwardly, to those who watch you, but it is that. It is a deep trust that knows THE END.

I’ve said this so many times: I hate suspense. That is why I love Bible prophecy so much!

We did a unit on John Williams this week at the Middle School. We listened to six of his movie themes. I told the kids how I hate horror films, films that have suspense. I rarely (never!) watch them, but I know turning off the music at suspenseful parts makes the entire film less scary.

I don’t like suspense. I like to know the end.

And I do, thankfully, with God’s Word.

My tribe has been watching the developments in the world for decades, centuries. We know that Christ is coming again, that a world system (entire world system) will be put in place.

Yes, you preterists have your examples of world systems and all sorts of excuses for things that couldn’t have possibly happened yet. There are always patterns!

I will stand on the truths that the world will one day end (at least 1,007 years from this moment) and the reign of Christ Himself on earth will commence after the 49th week of Daniel.

It makes sense.

Have you seen the wolf lie with the kid? The lion with the lamb? The snake with the child? The sky rolled back like a scroll?

I haven’t either.

I’m with the tribe that is waiting for a catching away—-a meeting with Christ in the air! I’m with the tribe that is coming back to earth (on white horses!) to reign with Christ for a thousand years.

Miracles do happen.

It is a miracle when a life is transformed, when one can turn a hurt into a blessing.

It is a miracle when someone joins your tribe, because that is an act of the HOLY SPIRIT.

So don’t be discouraged, dear one.

We know the end, we are a tribe that is standing with joy and anticipation of God’s blessing, even now.

He can turn our mourning into joy, our anger into peace, our hate into love. He transforms.

Love them, serve them, pray for them.

Perhaps the Holy Spirit will open their eyes to the truth. Perhaps they will become a part of our tribe!

MARANATHA!

The cold disappeared, and we are in the 50’s today.

What a welcome change.

I took Corwyn out to the hayfield for a romp, and she rolled in the melting snow, over and over, until she’d given herself a virtual bath. I hope she doesn’t smell too bad tonight. The neighbors spread manure on the field last fall. Corwyn thinks it is the most wonderful thing.

Cherie then took her out for a long walk, and even when Corwyn returned from that she did “zoomies” around the dining room. That’s always good for a chuckle.

Cherie has been having driving lessons from me these past two weeks. She’s learning to drive our two cars with clutches.

After teaching four teenagers to drive I told Brian that I did NOT want to do it again.

I did. Cherie is actually a pretty good driver, and I didn’t have too many frights teaching her three years ago. I thought I was DONE. Brian is a far better teacher for learning to drive manual transmission.

Alas, we were out on the roads, desperately seeking first gear without killing the engine.

The newer manual car is far trickier to drive than the old F-150. The crazy thing is that the old pick-up has fewer miles, but a few more hiccups and quirks. It’s about 6 one way and half a dozen the other: choose your poison. I’m hoping that with lessons on both vehicles she’ll be in business. Her old 2001 Saturn just won’t start anymore. Since we now have three vehicles for three people we are LEARNING NEW SKILLZ.

Says the mom who thought she’d never have to go through that again—-!

Ed must master the manual shift process as well. He’s so busy with school that his lessons are something to consider over his spring break in April. He’ll be driving back and forth to St. Paul all summer to his internship, we think.

I subbed all week, and I’m really tired (and blue) today.

I do feel sorry for myself at times. When I’m over-tired I just want to cry. As I drove home this sunny afternoon I fought back tears.

I cannot grieve for my husband. He is blissfully enjoying the presence of Jesus right now.

We’re stuck down here with fraud and pandemic, crazy politics and uncertain outlook.

If I didn’t know Jesus and Bible prophecy I’d be a total “basket case.”

I know how it ends.

“I will never leave you, nor forsake you.” This is a promise from the Most High. Jesus is coming. He promised.

Are you ready?

Maranatha

It seems redundant to keep talking about the implications of our plandemic, but every single day I run into a situation where I have chosen to keep my mouth shut about the things I believe to be happening in the world.

I have co-workers, friends, and family that are deciding to become a part of the grand experiment going on right now.

This is the plandemic/ vaccination/ population control experiment that is being exercised by the global elites.

As a prophecy watcher I have been aware of the agenda that Lucifer is bringing to fruition for some time.

While many of the particulars were murky for many years, some things have sharpened into a much clearer focus.

We know that atheism/agnosticism is not of God, that it is promoted by Marxist ideologies, that the mainstream “churches” have abandoned the Bible, and that there is now ruling class of oligarchs who control the media, technology, and even governments.

All of these things were on the horizon for years, now they are here.

Those of us who are aware of the agendas can easily pinpoint the warning signs. Our worldview gives us the grid to interpret the wiles of the devil.

Lucifer is gaining control.

More and more people are being duped by leftist ideology, the media, and cultural trends.

It’s hard to swim upstream against all of this!

I know.

Whether it is “critical theory,” being “woke,” or simply being duped by the Left—we see our own people slipping down that path.

Throw in alcohol and other vices and the poor Christian has hardly a chance of staying afloat.

But God.

It is easier to take a stand now, before the waters get really turbulent. We are called to expect persecution. Will it be worth it to withstand persecution?

Yes. A thousand times yes.

Don’t bend to anything less than God Himself.

Have you noticed that those who are being vaccinated are a little different in their personalities? I have. I’m seeing more irritation and more discomfort. Of course I have seen the reports of horrible side effects. This personality thing is a little more subtle.

I’m keeping track of it at school. I am always surprised when someone tells me they are being vaccinated. I guess the Lord is allowing this so I can truly compare the person’s personality before and after!!

Watch with me.

I do not recommend the vaccine for at least two years when the human experiment will be a little more conclusive.

These vaccines are not FDA approved. The animal studies have failed. These vaccines are an experiment the likes of humanity has NEVER before seen.

Even a half hour of research will reveal the issues.

If things are being censored, you should sit up and take notice.

Maranatha, Jesus!!!

I just ordered 100 copies of a bookmark from IBLP that lists the commands of Christ. I have been so blessed by that series, written 20 years ago. I had my kids memorize the commands and the correlating character quality during our Bible time .

If you love me, you’ll keep my commands. Jesus said this.

This is such a simple thought. What are the commands? Gothard went through the New Testament red letters and found 49 commands that Jesus gave that had significance for daily practical life. Because he was into character qualities he associated each command with a character quality. It makes a nice mnemonic device for children.

I think my kids still remember most of the commands, and I certainly do. They have wrought good in their spirits, I’m convinced.

Even when they stray from the straight and narrow path I have confidence that they will come back to these pure teachings.

Remember the Sabbath day.

This command reminds me that there are times of celebration, reflection, memorial, and circumstance.

Pomp and circumstance was used to welcome kings and dignitaries throughout history. When I watched an old movie with Cherie (and we have watched some interesting ones recently—“As You Like It” with Laurence Olivier, for one) I was impressed by the costumes and the sets depicting that bygone era. Though the movie was black and white you could see the opulence.

Today’s jeans and sweatshirts seem incredibly inferior to the beautiful robes and gowns of the past. Time was spent planning for events —sometimes for years. Officials were hired to make festivals and ceremonies, drapery and costume. Feasts were special.

People need feasts to mark time. People need ceremony to mark events. People need celebration and remembrance. God ordained many feasts throughout the year. Each has a prophetic significance that still edifies.

Being inclined to introversion I have carefully planned my events in life. I remember my commissioning to mission work. That was important to me, as was my baptism up in Canada as a sixteen year old. My wedding was a months-long planning delight.

All of my kids had a baby dedication ceremony except for Cherie, who was born at a time of church hopping for our family. Brian and I dedicated her to the Lord ourselves, without the congregation.

Congregations are not just witnesses to the events. They are partakers. They are supposed to give their consent to helping the proceedings of the ceremony!

Did you realize that?

At a baby dedication you are saying that you will be a part of the child’s upbringing and education in spiritual things. You are “the village” that Hillary Clinton made famous.

When you attend a wedding you are saying, by your presence, that you are there to support and give aide to the marriage. You will affirm it. You will be a pillar of strength for the two that have covenanted before God to be together for life. Since God ordained marriage there is significance to the role of families and witnesses at weddings. Families are supposed to take part in the proceedings. They lend strength to the covenant that is being sworn.

When you have a ceremony you are marking something important.

I have two ceremonies that I missed this past year, my husband’s funeral, and my daughter’s wedding. The first because of Covid-19, the second because of discord.

As I think back over the year I grieve. I’ll be honest: my life has been extraordinarily difficult since my brother’s death in October 2019.

Normal has left the building.

This journey has been marked by devastating swamps and pits of despair. Why, God?

I navigate the waters of mental illness with Ed, and now others.

(Ed is doing far beyond what anyone could ever hope for! He is a delight and a joy, and understands the ramifications of his situation. God be praised.)

We had a time of remembrance for Brian in October 2020, but as I look back at the crush of grief and processing of his loss in a time of plandemic I realize how much was missed, and I regret.

I regret the things I overlooked.

I regret the things that I forgot.

I regret.

Brian is rejoicing with Jesus and those who have gone on before and since. He has no regret.

But I do. I see how the lack of ceremony at his death cheapened the circumstances of life.

Did Covid-19 do this to us? Did the rules of society tear away the precious value of life and death? Of ceremony?

Do we value life?

I confess that I have made a serious mistake. I have not taught the value of ceremony to my children. I regret that.

I repent.

What’s done is done. It’s water under the bridge. It’s irretrievable. Time goes on.

May the Lord forgive us where we have failed.

My husband is safe in the arms of the Lord, but we are still surging through the deeps of life. I need to impress those that I love with the importance of ceremony and circumstance.

I have learned a hard lesson.

Perhaps someone else can learn from my mistake.

Perhaps Jesus comes today. What a ceremony of bridal significance commences at that event!

Maranatha!

Dear ones, we are at a juncture. This is a critical moment in our lives, and we are presented with a decision to make that will affect each of us.

God created us with immune systems that don’t always work (genetic entropy) but serve us fairly well. Bubonic plague hit the civilized world in the Middle Ages and wiped out entire villages, roughly half the population. But some survived the disease. Some lived to tell the tale.

Yes, it was a grisly end for those who died! Awful, awful.

Had there been a vaccination for Bubonic Plague at the time I’m sure we’d all have signed up for it.

Now we treat it with antibiotics, a common treatment for all kinds of infection.

Why don’t antibiotics work for Covid-19? It’s a virus. Viruses mutate so fast that antibiotics are virtually incompetent treating them. Bacteria can be battled with antibiotics, but viruses generally are ineffectively handled by them.

Covid-19 is interesting. It seems to respond to Hydroxychloroquine, quinine, Zithromax, Ivermectin, and a host of other anti asthma or arthritis treatments. Why does it respond to these prophylactic treatments? We’re finding out at the moment, but many doctors have treated positive Covid-19 patients with these treatments. Vitamins C and D also are pivotal in treating this virus.

If the disease is allowed to progress in anyone with a fragile health situation (age, diabetes, cancer, etc.) there is little hope for life. We’ve seen scads of people dying from (or with Covid-19).

We’re finding out more about Covid-19 everyday. More information is available as statistics build up and show us patterns and information.

We know that the disease has a 98% survival rate over the general population. We know that the virus mutates. (This is a positive thing for the human population, negative for the organism.) Mutated viruses can still affect people, are perhaps more contagious, but less dangerous overall. The body can respond better to a weakened organism.

The immune system is wonderfully created to handle invading germs and viruses. It cannot always handle them. All humans die.

Eventually.

Some die of cancer, old age, heart problems, accidents, gunshot, guillotine, overdoses, poison. Some die of disease. Some die of torture. Everyone dies.

God has set it up that the body can repair itself when wounded or diseased. It’s remarkable, really, and one of the things “evolution” has trouble with explaining. Read about it sometime. Fascinating. God programmed the human genome with the code for repairing and replicating HUMANS.

I’ve written all about Covid-19 since we first heard about it on my blog. I asked the question last year, “Will we survive?”

I had seen the CCP propaganda that showed people dying in the streets, boarding up apartments, all so terrible and scary!

What a con-job.

Indeed, the virus was probably more virulent in its freshly created form. It may have taken people out more quickly than it does now. I wonder now how much of those horror clips were completely fake.

We live in a world of fake.

This virus has a fake “vaccine” now. It isn’t even a vaccination in the traditional sense of the word, introducing the body to a small amount of the disease to alarm the antibodies and the white blood cells to arm for intrusion.

This injection has genetic code, mRNA, programmed to imprint on one’s cells to created protein pieces that work like antibodies.

The big problem in the studies with m RNA is that this imprint tends to overreact when it is introduced to the actual disease. Also, it’s been demonstrated that those already vaccinated now test positive for Covid-19. The disease is really taking over the body.

All the ferrets died in the corona virus vaccine tests.

Many cats died in the corona virus vaccine tests.

Children died in the corona virus vaccine tests. (Yes, children were used in the studies.)

Let’s see who manages to outlive this vaccine in two months, two years, when people start to come into contact with the disease and their whole body has these antibody proteins reacting to it and the tissue infected with these proteins. Let’s see what happens.

I’m willing to wait.

I think we’re going to see major population reduction here before too long, one of Bill Gates’ objectives. The NWO needs to reduce the population. Check out the Georgia Guidestones. Never let a crisis go to waste!

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

The Rosicrucian Order set up these stones with all the information we need about the plans for the NWO.

When people tell you stuff, you should maybe believe them.

I know I’ve been duped, lied to, and abused by liars and cheats. I tend to be trusting. When I’ve been betrayed I build up a wall and pray that God leads me in paths of righteousness FOR HIS NAME’S SAKE!

I lose trust in those I once believed.

Have you been duped?

I say wait two years before considering getting a vaccine for a corona virus. Don’t get it now. Wait. It wont hurt you to wait, will it?

Don’t get the mark of the beast, either, the one described in Revelation, the New Testament. That mark will allow you to buy and sell. This vaccine will allow you to travel and go to concerts and public events. It’s sort of the same kind of thing, isn’t it?

What are you willing to give up?

Your head?

Don’t get vaccinated yet. Wait.

See how this pans out. You don’t need to be a guinea pig!

There are too many things playing here, many levels, many objectives.

Let’s be clear on the true underlying motives of this entire China Plandemic.

Let’s wait on Jesus.

Jesus is coming! Jesus is coming! Jesus is coming!

MARANATHA!

Hey, Ed here.

On this new format, I may occasionally post as well, mostly for announcements like this. It was mentioned that there won’t be a subscriber option, but I should add an asterisk: we might add a subscriber feature in the future won’t be for a while. It could be months before that feature is added, but just know that it’s very much a possibility. For now, my dear mother will be sharing each post on other social medias (Lord willing she’s not cancelled on any of the platforms). In the meantime, however, please do check back occasionally for new posts.

Just know that when that happens, we weren’t lying about not having a subscriber feature 😉

Maranatha!

— Ed