Sorry no posts for a couple of days. Took a couple of days to not even look at news. Spent a little time in psalms and some memory verse review. Feeling on edge with the frustration of it all. Frustration simmers beneath the surface, and you think you are doing ok until something trivial trips off your sensors and you react with intensity way out of proportion. Pretty much everyone knows what shock feels like. Depending how protracted a trauma is, you start to dis-associate from yourself and circumstances. You are present, but an invisible cushion or bubble seems to have encapsulated you and create a buffer between your mind and the harshness.
I guess we are accustomed to so much freedom here in America . It is hard to keep in the forefront of my consciousness the fact that God is pulling His hand of protection back, allowing evil for the legitimate purpose of reminding His people that it’s our job to overcome evil with good.
I find myself really looking forward to bedtime and the hours of unconsciousness that it provides.
I will both lay me down in peace and sleep: for thou, Lord, only maketh me to dwell in safety. Psalm 4: 8.
I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord sustained me. Psalm 3: 5.
A lot happening in the shuffling alliances in the Middle East.
Keeping with the birth pangs analogy, the last 14-21 days of pregnancy seem so looong. But you get in a mental zone that shuts out most everything else besides making it through to your due date. Unfortunately, we don’t have a due date for the rapture, although every year about this time, we start hearing about a possible Feast of Trumpets, Rosh Hashanah rapture. All of the feasts point to the Messiah, and Rosh Hashanah specifically is referred to as the wedding of the Messiah.
Rosh Hashanah is also called Yom Taruah in the Hebrew. Yom Teruah is sometimes referred to as ‘the feast of which no man knows the day or the hour’ because, like the Head of the Year, we cannot know in advance the day or the hour it will begin. Rather, we must wait until Yahweh shows us the first crescent sliver of His new moon.
For this reason, many believers have speculated that Jesus’ statement in Matthew 24:36 was a hint for those who are watching for His return to recognize the season:
“But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of heaven, but my Father only.”
We can’t know the day or hour the trumpet will sound, but we know the Feast of Trumpets is a fall feast. The bridegroom doesn’t go to take his bride until the Father tells Him it is time.
I know one thing. We are closer to that time than we ever have been, and as fast as things are changing, it does not seem unlikely. Fall always was the time of year I love the best.