• Discipleship

    Roots and Wings

    Last month we went on a family vacation to Washington, back to where our family first put down roots. We had a blast exploring the area and doing entirely way too many things. Hahaha… But one of the absolute highlights of the trip was Shabbat. We went to our old congregation for Shabbat service and oneg, and then sat around chatting with old friends until early evening, when we were invited to another friend’s home for more conversation and dinner. I tell you what, that Shabbat filled our souls to overflowing with the love of God and friends. When we were at our friends’ house for dinner, we got to…

  • Discipleship,  Summer

    Goatheads in My Garden

    Anyone who lives in the west is well-acquainted with the hatred of goatheads! They are much more than a nuisance – they’re basically the plant version of a terrorist, with their long, sprawling stems and hard, sharp balls covered with thorns hidden underneath. They’re common in our climate, but somehow, until this week, we hadn’t yet had a run-in with them on our homestead. So the other day, I was weeding in my garden without gloves as I tend to be (I do have gloves, I just never think to grab them before I get working – that’s probably an object lesson for another day!). I had been working for…

  • Discipleship,  Summer

    Fire Season

    I have an interesting conversation with my son today. We were outside all morning doing yard work. (Nothing says “Happy 4th of July!” like yard work, right?) And at this point, I had let him start a pile of dried grass and weeds on fire with a match. He’s done this before, and he had a bucket of water next to him, and I felt comfortable letting him have at it. I was around the corner when I heard, “Mom? I really need you to come here!” Knowing the potential for danger, I set down the stuff I was working on and went over to him. The fire was fine,…

  • Discipleship,  Summer

    Lessons from the Garden, #1

    Ahhh… the garden. I love the garden. Or rather, I love my romanticized idea of the garden. In my mind, my garden is a beautiful labyrinth¬†of raised beds, each one full of growing plants, making us food to eat later this summer and preserve for the winter. It is organized but wild, and full of productive life. In reality, my garden is rather pathetic. There is a labyrinth of raised beds, but it is hard to navigate between them due to the 2-foot tall thistles that have refused to release their hold. Each bed is a slightly different story, but there are few plants that hold the hope of growing…

  • Life Rhythms

    The First Day of the Week

    Today is Sunday, and I’m thinking about Sundays in our lives as Messianic Believers. Growing up in mainstream church, Sunday was a dual-purpose day. Church in the morning, lunch, maybe rest or some chores on the afternoon, then dinner and making sure everything was ready for the next week. My mom homeschooled us, and always had to spend time on Sundays making sure our lessons were prepped for the week ahead. Maybe you came from a similar background. If so, keeping Shabbat was a huge life-shift, wasn’t it? In biblical days, people went back to work on the 1st day of the week, but we are blessed to live in…

  • Summer

    Celebrating Summertime

    Summer is officially upon us, at least here in Idaho! We just wrapped up our celebration of Shavuot and are heading headlong into the heat of summer. Summer is an incredible time of fun, wonder… and hard work! Summer is also a time without any holidays, which is logical from the standpoint of the growing/harvesting cycle. The Israelites were pretty busy, growing the food that would sustain them for that upcoming year. But since many of our life-giving traditions are centered around the feasts, summertime can sometimes leave us floundering without a clear focus. That is what I am going to explore over the next couple of months. In our…

  • Spring

    Shavuot – Bring Your Children Alongside You

    This past weekend, the counting we’ve been doing for the last 50 days finally culminated in Shavuot! At the closing of our Shavuot service, we had a time of prayer, during which I played & sang worship. At one point I looked over and realized that my oldest daughter (12) had come up to pray with her dad. Then my other daughter, then one of my sons came up as well. Each of them had a sweet time of prayer with both their earthly father and their heavenly Father. I think that sometimes we underestimate the power of an encounter with God for our children. While we work hard to…