The Stoning of Stephen

Have you ever heard a sermon and found yourself so completely immersed in the message it actually produced emotion? Many have that on their individual day of salvation.

How about from a standard reading of the Word, as it relays a historical event? This happened to me today.

When they heard these things they were cut to the heart, and they gnashed at him with their teeth. But he, being full of the Holy Spirit, gazed into heaven and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing at the right hand of God, and said, “Look! I see the heavens opened and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God!” Then they cried out with a loud voice, stopped their ears, and ran at him with one accord; and they cast him out of the city and stoned him. And the witnesses laid down their clothes at the feet of a young man named Saul. And they stoned Stephen as he was calling on God and saying, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.” Then he knelt down and cried out with a loud voice, “Lord, do not charge them with this sin.” And when he had said this, he fell asleep.
Acts 7:54‭-‬60 NKJV

As the preacher read aloud, and I followed along in the Bible,the story of Stephen became so real to me. It was as if I witnessed it personally, yet undetected and not actually a member of the crowd. I could feel the vexing of the Spirit within Stephen while simultaneously feeling the pure joy of be holding the glory of Jesus and the excitement/peace of the imminent heavenly reunion. I found myself weeping in the pew. It was a very similar feeling as what I had in this dream/vision.

Precious doesn’t begin to describe it.

May we all be as Spirit-filled and bold as Stephen. ❤

Read the full story of Stephen in Acts 6:8- 7.

Maranatha!

Looking Forward

Time moves forward and while each moment brings us closer to the Lord’s return, we remain diligent to our assigned tasks, occupying until He comes.

I am privileged to be able to stay home with my children and train them up in the way they should go. Today marks our official first day of the new school year. I say official because today is when I will start keeping record, but actually I consider every day an opportunity to learn and grow.

E is 9 and beginning 3rd grade.

H is 15 and beginning her Freshman year. You may remember she has special needs. Her 9th grade year will not look much different than her brother’s 3rd grade.

These pics were taken before church yesterday. I assure you, we don’t always dress so nicely. 😂

E is being groomed in church leadership, learning now the importance of serving the Lord. He has been helping serve/pass communion for a couple years now (he made his confession and was baptized in 2016) and his dad is encouraging him in public prayer. Unfortunately in our small rural church we are limited in the number of men willing to step up and lead and even lead in prayer. Still, I feel honored and humbled to be able to raise up my boy.

Of course, my blessed hope is that the Lord will call us out of here sooner rather than later!

Maranatha!

Tending to the Pantry

My sometimes-hobby is to see how well I can stock our pantry/freezer for as little $$ as possible.

This week I was able to can 20 quarts of green beans, and freeze 20 or so quart bags of zucchini. Both are from our garden and grown organically.

Last night I canned 5 quarts of pears that I picked off my parents’ tree. While I paid no $$ at all for them, they were still rather costly. As I was walking away from the tree, a wasp/bee (I never did see which, though I had seen both on the ground earlier) attacked my right ear. I was wearing ear buds and it some how got tangled in it. In the end I was stung at least 3 times on my right ear, once on my bottom lip and once on the neck. My ear is still tender.

Lord willing, the garden will give us sweet corn next and then some pumpkins. 👩‍🌾❤

Maranatha!

Christmas Joy

This is my daughter. I don’t post many personal things on here, but that may change. She is autistic, among other things. Her body is 15 but her cognitive development is much younger. If you ask her, she’ll say she is six. She’s had it very rough the past few years, mainly due to puberty, and she continues to have many challenges. Tonight we went to a local Christmas parade to watch my son, her brother (9), who was riding on our church float. I had to capture this moment because it has literally been years since we’ve seen her this joyful and interactive. I want to weep with gratitude and am daily humbled at the immense honor it is to be her mom. You’ll have to click the link to watch the video. Sorry.

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