Family Missions Opportunity!


Those who know me well know that one of the things nearest and dearest to my heart has always been missions. I have always wanted to serve on a missions trip but never have had that opportunity and never thought I would until my children were adults at least. My husband has actually served on three missions trips all to the country of Mexico. He remembers each of those trips so fondly staying in their homes, running a VBS program for the children and helping construct church buildings. One trip he was super spoiled and had running water but in previous trips he had outside cold water bucket showers. Being able to serve others in need made a life long impact on him and he has always been open to serving on future missions trips if God permitted.

We have been presented with an amazing opportunity to serve a Cherokee tribe this July in the Smokey Mountains of North Carolina for a week as a family! Our local church is organizing a small group to spend a week ministering to these people in helping with various service projects and hosting a VBS for 75-100 children. The missions organization is called Mission To The World (MTW) and here are two little paragraphs about who and what it is all about.

The Great Smoky Mountains in NC is home to the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians. MTW Missionaries Scott and Ruth Hill, along with their children, Jonathan and Katie, live in and serve the Cherokee community and are assisted by the work of short-term teams. A “family friendly” mission where all ages are welcome, it is an excellent place for a first time missions experience. Teams are encouraged to return several years in succession in order to build and deepen their relationship and witness to the Cherokee people.

The Eastern Band of Cherokee are the remnant of those left behind when their families and friends were removed to Oklahoma in 1838 on the tragic “Trail of Tears”. From that remnant of 1000, there are now over 14,000 enrolled in the Eastern Band with over 12,000 living on the 60,000 beautiful acres of reservation.

There are two reasons why this missions opportunity is so exciting. First of all, this is a family friendly missions opportunity. This means our children can serve right alongside us! I cannot think of a better way to spend a week as a family than being His hands and feet to others. Second, this opportunity is so exciting because my husband’s grandmother was a full-blooded Cherokee. While he is only 1/8th Cherokee, he very much considers the Cherokee Indians part of his ancestors and this would just be a wonderful way to get to know their history, their culture and just love them in action.

The cost for our family to do this would be $1600 and that would include all our lodging (in cabins) and meals while we are there serving. Financially this seems impossible on our  income but we know that with God, ALL things are possible. We also know that we have incredible family and friends who will pray for us that God will provide the funds needed. So would you please join with us in prayer for this?

Finally, if you are able to give financially to this opportunity would you consider doing so? And perhaps consider also sharing with your friends to help spread the word? If you would like to give something to our missions trip please contact me via commenting on this blog or you can also private message me or my husband on FB (Bekah Gavin Brown or Andrew Brown). No amount is too small. We are trusting Him fully to multiply any donations like He did the loaves and the fishes. Thank you for your support!

“God’s work done in God’s way will never lack God’s supply” — Hudson Taylor


Striving After Wind and My Pride


I said to myself, “Behold, I have magnified and increased wisdom more than all who were over Jerusalem before me; and my mind has observed a wealth of wisdom and knowledge.” And I set my mind to know wisdom and to know madness and folly; I realized that this also is striving after wind. —  Ecclesiates 1:16-17

In the Fall of 2010 after finding much lacking in the institutionalized church I began to feel like I was missing something. Surely this was not God’s design for His people. I saw the hypocrisy and politics in the churches and wanted nothing to do with it. This was the beginning of my journey into discovering the Hebrew roots of my faith and eventually into the Hebrew Roots movement.

I have always loved to go deep, to learn and to be right so the Hebrew Roots movement was perfect for me. If debating were a spiritual gift I am confident that I had it. An insatiable appetite for knowledge and a ravenous desire to win debates and be “right” was a recipe for disaster otherwise known as pride. I soaked up every single thing I could on various topics with a Hebraic paradigm. I engaged in many, many online arguments and was always so proud of how “good” I was at arguing.

“This saying is trustworthy. And I want you to emphasize these things, so that those who have believed God will take care to devote themselves to good deeds. These things are excellent and profitable for the people. But avoid foolish controversies, genealogies, arguments, and quarrels about the Law, because these things are pointless and worthless.” Titus 3:8-9

I would say with my mouth that I didn’t think of myself more highly than another but who was I kidding? Clearly, my heart (Jer 17:9) said otherwise as I pondered just how amazing it was that I was “eating meat” while others were only “drinking milk”. How could others not love God as much as me? Why didn’t they want to go deeper and know more? What a bunch of baby Believers they were. Can you say P-R-I-D-E?

“For by the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think, but to think with sober judgment, each according to the measure of faith that God has assigned.”  Romans 12:3

I’ve had some planks pulled out of my eyes recently (ouch!) and I am so humbled. Deep intellectual knowledge about God and the Bible is NOT a substitute for a deep and intimate relationship with Him. Knowledge puffs up but serving others humbles. I am so thankful that the Holy Spirit has never left my side and has given me new insatiable appetite but this time it’s for BEING His hands and feet. I want to serve others in whatever way that I can. The Spirit has also replaced my ravenous desire for debate with a ravenous desire for intimacy with my Heavenly Father through His Son my Messiah, Yeshua. I want to be saturated with His love, compassion, mercy and grace. I want for my Messiah Yeshua to ooze out of every single thing I do, say and think. I crave to walk slow closely with Him that His most silent whisper sounds like a megaphone in my ear.

While I am genuinely thankful for many things I have learned while in the Hebrew Roots movement and for some genuinely kind and godly friends that I have met, I am also thankful to be out of the movement and distancing myself from much of it. I will always cherish the Sabbath and the Biblical Feasts as they have brought great depth and value to our family’s faith journey and we continue to celebrate them. However, I am also thankful for Abba saving me from myself and my pride. I am thankful for never having been remotely swayed down the many perilous Hebrew Roots paths such as Apostle Paul is a heretic, the New Testament isn’t inspired and Yeshua is not the Messiah. God is faithful and has never allowed me to leave the safety of the palm of His hand. He has also given me a godly and well grounded husband who has led our family well. And last but not least God has given us two elders who have been extremely instrumental in helping us avoid the landmines in the Hebrew Roots movement.

I want to say that while I think learning of the Hebrew roots of our faith and even practicing them is a very good and noble thing, we need to be very careful that we do not fall into the many spiritual landmines that exist in the actual movement itself. We also need to aggressively guard our hearts from pride. Knowledge puffs up. Remember to keep Yeshua at the center of your life and make sure He is the rock on which you stand. Don’t ever think that your works will save you or cause God to love you any more than He already does. You are His child and don’t ever forget it.

I am done striving after the wind and chasing knowledge. I’m chasing my Messiah Yeshua! Walking my best in His instructions but saved by GRACE alone through FAITH alone. Shalom!

Why I’ve Left the Hebrew Roots Movement But Not the Hebrew Roots of My Faith!


It’s hard to know where to start with this blog post but I think I will take you back to before I even became part of the Hebrew Roots Movement (HRM) so you can better understand where I am coming from.

During my teen years my brother got leukemia and the church we were attending at the time withheld financial help claiming that there must be some secret sin in our family. Of course illness means you have personally sinned, clearly. Ridiculous! That situation has left a lasting impression on my mind and heart and while I have never once wandered from God, I did feel the church was full of hypocrites.

When I got married my husband and I continued in our Protestant traditions of attending church on Sundays. After some time we began to feel like there were too many politics involved with church and that it was more like a career than a calling. We began to look for house churches and even were willing to host our own house church if there was anyone else willing to join us. There was no one so we did church at home as a family instead.

One day in the Fall of 2010 I stumbled across a blog post by a sweet lady that spoke about her “coming out of the closest” about keeping the 7th day Sabbath. It was a lovely post and my heart began to truly ponder the 7th day Sabbath commandment and question why the church had forsaken it and replaced it with Sunday. By February 2011 my husband and I were fully convicted to honor the 7th day Sabbath by not working and not engaging in commerce that day. We also were convicted to eat Biblically clean and begin to celebrate the Father’s feasts as found in Leviticus 23. It was the start of a very deep and enlightening walk and in many ways I am very thankful for it.

I learned a lot while in the Hebrew Roots movement that I had never even know before. Many times I was on information overload but I am an info kind of gal so that appealed to me also. Our family truly did grow deeper to our Father and Messiah Yeshua and we understood ancient Hebrew culture in a way we never had before. The feasts were beautiful and we love resting on Sabbath and spending time together as a family. However, there was also alot of ugly in the movement. The self-righteous attitudes were nauseating at times and the tendency to shove the Hebraic paradigm on other Believers was strong. Bashing fellow Christians and calling pastors liars were common. Some HRM followers began to teach and believe that Paul was a false prophet. This eventually led to a belief that the New Testament was corrupt and uninspired. If that was not enough once the New Testament was discredited so was Yeshua, the very Messiah whom I felt had opened my eyes to His Torah! My husband was FIRM that we would NOT EVER entertain such notions and we never even came close. However, there were many we knew vis social media who did go down that path (anti Paul, anti NT, anti Yeshua) and some went on from there to full-blown paganism and some to atheism.

Besides this issue there was also the paganophobia groups who really were ascribing power to objects. These people often without realizing it made it seem as though pagans had the copyright on things and not God Himself. Then there were the sacred namers who literally are teaching a form of witchcraft by insisting that unless you pronounce God’s name the RIGHT way (and only they knew the perfect way of course) than He will not hear you and in fact you are calling on another god. The parroting of false doctrine and sloppy scholarship was abundant. Our family continued to try to chew the meat and spit out the bones. However, we began to feel as though there were more bones than meat.

It all culminated on a cold evening while sitting by the light of a friend’s tree and pondering all I had been taught to believe and experienced these past six years. What followed was much prayer and discussion with my husband and what followed that was ONE change to our beliefs that caused a major clamor among my Facebook friends. What was this one change? The belief that while most everything has SOME sort of pagan connection, the pagans don’t have a copyright on items or days. The belief that the HEART and the INTENT is what truly matters. I am at peace with celebrating Christmas in my home right now. I am well aware of the Hebrew Roots movement “rebuttals” to the belief I currently hold on this and while I respect their view, I no longer hold it. The Scriptures that they use to support their belief on this matter I also view with a different “lens” or paradigm if you will.

After recent emotionally charged comments on my Facebook threads, private messages from various people, accusations that I was in sin and debauchery, being ineligible to stay in a FB group for mothers who are Torah pursuant (which I am) and birthy (which as a doula I also am)  and all the other stuff I have mentioned in the previous paragraphs, I have made the decision to walk away from the Hebrew Roots Movement. I really should say WE because it’s a decision that was made with my husband. We will never abandon the Hebrew roots of our faith but we are done with the movement.

The comments that were made to me both public and private caused me to enter into such a depth of condemnation that I had never felt before. I literally felt like I was drowning and the despair was SO heavy. Our words are SO powerful and we can literally speak LIFE or DEATH into someone with them. I spent much time in tears and wishing ever so slightly that God would just let me die so that I would no longer have to fear that I was making Him angry or breaking His heart. Fear of man, peer pressure and spiritual manipulation are real things and they are NOT of Him. I had a few dear friends rally around me and encourage me not to despair or doubt WHO I was in HIM. They reminded me that the very idea that I cared so deeply was indication that my heart really did desire to please my Father and that He could clearly see that. One suggested worship music and I immersed myself in the music and then in prayer. Yesterday morning I awoke feeling such incredible shalom and I KNEW that I had overcome that darkness. I felt His love and peace wash all over me and I was renewed and recharged.

I respect and love those of my friends who are Messianic/Hebrew Roots and have shown me good fruit and I hope that we can remain friends. However, whomever the Father wants to prune out of my life He can. I want Him to have His way with me. I love all my true friends regardless of your faith or lack thereof. I just wanted to share my personal story in case there is someone else out there who might be struggling or hurting. I want you to know that you are not alone. While the Father has guidelines for His children who are Redeemed to live by, He also desires we do things out of love and not obligation. Works don’t save but the saved do work. We can do NOTHING to save ourselves.

Keep seeking God and His ways. Love others. Be His hands and feet. Shalom!

The Fear of Failure


Several years ago, still a doula student, I was contacted by someone wishing to hire a doula for the birth of their second child. I agreed to meet with them so that they could decide if I was a good fit for them. While I desperately wanted to be a doula I was terrified of not meeting someone’s expectations. I met with this couple who seemed very well off financially and overall very nice people knowing exactly what they wanted for their birth. As I sat there being interviewed by them I had two voices in my head saying conflicting things. My own emotions were conflicting. I remember leaving that interview and waiting for the email letting me know they had decided to hire me or perhaps letting me know they had decided not to go with me. I went home and instantly began to be overcome with fear. Who was I kidding? I couldn’t be a good doula because they might have an outcome totally different than what they wanted and it would be MY fault! I had only had one birth myself and it was a c-section which in my mind at the time meant it was a total failure. Who the heck would want a doula who couldn’t even birth her baby “normally”? And what if the mother got upset with me and became critical of the way I took care of her during her labor and birth? What if…? What if….? What if….?

A few days later I got an email and immediately when I read it my heart was stuck with intense fear. I had been successful in my interview!?!?! Oh no!!! They actually WANTED to hire me as their doula? Didn’t they hear me when I said I had never had a vaginal delivery? Weren’t they listening when I said I had only been to two births!?!? Surely they didn’t want to hire me! And so I began to brainstorm my way out of this and came up with an email letting them know that while I was so delighted that they chose me, I had totally forgotten about something on my calendar during their birth time and therefore could not commit to being on call for them as their doula. Whew. Problem solved. But no, wait.. I still really wanted to be a doula and how in the world would I ever become confident at being a doula if I kept turning down opportunities to be one!!!???!!

So, here I am several years later having had two more births of my own (one cesarean again and then a VBA2C) and having been at only a total of four births (besides my own) and being faced with another opportunity to pursue my passion. However, this time, I feel the challenge even greater. I was offered the opportunity to be a birth assistant and a doula (depending on demand) for a Certified Nurse Midwife. While I was super excited to meet with her to see if she would even want to hire me, I was also filled with that intense fear of failure or perhaps even success. What if she liked me? What if she wanted to hire me? I would have to actually face my fears.

Well, she did like me and did offer me the position and I did accept it. This time I didn’t come up with an excuse as to why I couldn’t. In order to be her birth assistant and/or doula, I am required to become certified in Basic Life Support (BSL) and Neonatal Resuscitation (NRP). The thought of having a pass/fail test on anything has always caused me intense anxiety even in school and this was no different. I was dedicated to studying my BSL manual and was really worried I might not pass the skills test for my certification but I did pass and it was not nearly as hard as I had expected it to be. However, the NRP certification has proved to be MUCH tougher than BSL. I recently completed the online test portion and passed it but not without intense thinking on my part and help from a good childhood friend who is a nurse herself. While I passed the online I still need to complete the skills test which is this Tuesday afternoon. Once again I am FILLED with anxiety and fear that I will fail. If I don’t try then I don’t have to fear failing but that is not the correct mindset. And so I am pushing forward and praying without ceasing that by some miracle this Tuesday I will return home with my NRP certification in hand.

It won’t be over then I can assure you. I will likely fear failing at being good birth assistant and being a good doula but I will push through those fears and do my best. I will step out of my comfort zone. Great things never came from comfort zones. I will continue to work on not fearing. I don’t want to fear success which is also known as self sabotage. I will give myself permission to succeed.

How about you? Do you struggle with the fear of failure? Have you given yourself permission to succeed?


Edited to add: I passed my certification exam!! I am now officially a part of the birth team at Copper Creek Midwifery and I am SO excited!

Sukkot – The Season of Our Joy



Sukkot, Feast of Tabernacles and Feast of Booths are all varying names for the same festival. For ease of writing I will use the term Sukkot. Sukkot is a week-long autumn harvest festival. It is by far my children’s favorite holiday! This year will be our 6th Sukkot celebration and the excitement never stops. We have always camped every year with a group of other Believers and dwelling in “booths” (aka tents) truly makes me compassionate towards those Israelites. I hate leaky wet tents, intense winds (that ruin our “kitchen” canopy almost every year) and chilly temps at night while trying to sleep. I understand fully now why the Israelites whined and complained! I am such an Israelite!

Sukkot was the final holiday of the year. The importance of this festival is indicated by the statement, “This is to be a lasting ordinance.” (You can find all of God’s Feasts listed in Leviticus 23 if you are interested) This holiday has three areas of significance for our family: historic, Messianic and future prophetic.

Historically, it was to be kept in remembrance of the dwelling in tents the wilderness for the forty-year period during which the children of Israel were wandering in the desert.

Leviticus 23:43 – That your generations may know that I made the children of Israel to dwell in booths, when I brought them out of the land of Egypt: I am the LORD your God.

What were they to remember? Their deliverance from captivity and God’s mercy to them while they wandered in the wilderness. He provided for their every need and protected them despite their intense murmurings and grumblings. His mercies to them, our forefathers, and us ought to be remembered and commemorated forever. It is good for those that have ease and plenty sometimes to learn what it is to endure hardness. Dwelling in a temporary place makes us super thankful for our home.

Our family also believes there is a Messianic significance in Sukkot. We believe that Yeshua was born during Sukkot. John 1:1 tells us that The Word became flesh and dwelt (or tabernacled) among us! So during Sukkot our family celebrates the birthday of Yeshua our Messiah. Away in a Sukkah no crib for a bed…..

Also, Yeshua taught in the Temple during this feast even on Solomon’s porch. On the last and greatest day of the feast Yeshua stood (calling special attention to his message) and proclaimed Himself the very fountain of living water in John 7:37-38.

This holiday reminds us not to hold too tightly to material things. We live in a very materialistic age. Material possessions can control and manipulate us; they become gods, or idols. We must remember that this life is only temporary and we are on a pilgrimage to a Promised Land in eternity.

Sukkot teaches our that God is our shelter, that Messiah Yeshua is the living water, that Yeshua is preparing our permanent home and that as the Israelites left the bondage of Egypt so we leave the bondage of sin.

Finally, there is a prophetic significance to Sukkot. This Fall festival speaks of a future time when God will again Tabernacle with us and us with Him (Rev 21:3). It speaks of a day in which all nations will gather to Jerusalem (Zech 8:22; 14:16). Bible prophecy tells us that people from the nations of the world will come up to celebrate the Feast of Tabernacles with the Jewish people in Jerusalem (Zech 14).

We believe Yeshua is the Tabernacle. In Him dwelled the fullness of God (John 1:14; Col. 2:9), and God dwells in our midst through Yeshua (Matt 18:20). It may be that Yeshua will ultimately fulfill the Feast of Tabernacles as His second coming. There will be a literal rest for planet earth and all its inhabitants. We will Sukkot with Him forever! Until then we rehearse this feast with joy awaiting the ultimate fulfillment!

So come and celebrate the Feast of Tabernacles!


Free 6-Day Raw Foods on a Budget Challenge


I am SO excited to be part of a FREE 6-day raw foods on a budget challenge in just a few short days! One of my biggest challenges has been eating healthy on a very limited budget. The raw food diet has always seemed unattainable for me due to finances but this event promises to do raw food eating the budget friendly way.

For the past 6 years, Brandi (Founder of Raw Foods on a Budget) has been showing folks all over the world that a raw foods diet can be creative, delicious, and easy on their wallet. She shows others that eating an affordable and sustainable raw foods diet has less to do with the price of food, and more to do with how you buy food, your relationship to food and your budget, where you buy food, and how you prepare food.

This 6-Day Challenge starts on Friday, Sept 30th. For the first 3 days (Friday to Sunday), Brandi will guide you through food shopping and food prep to get you ready for the work week. Then for the next 3 days (Monday to Wednesday), you will enjoy delicious raw food meals at work and home, connect with other program participants online, and learn more about incorporating raw foods into your life in a sustainable and affordable way.

To join the 6-Day Challenge, simply sign up for Brandi’s Raw Foods on a Budget newsletter by going to her website at…..

Hope to see you there!!


A Parched Spirit, Humble Pie & My Faith


This picture above describes perfectly how my Spirit has been feeling the past few months. Dry ground doesn’t just happen overnight but rather is a result of consistent and extended lack of rain. While my heart has been fully on fire for and deeply in love with my King and my mind has been filled with and blown away by TONS of scholarly and amazing things I’ve learned about Hebrew words and meanings, my Spirit has been crying out for refreshing.

Ever been SO thirsty that you gulp down an ice-cold glass of water within seconds? That is exactly how I felt the moment I stepped into the church auditorium this weekend for a women’s conference. As soon as the music pastor got on the stage with his team and began to play worship music the tears began to flow down my face. I couldn’t help but raise my hands in worship to my King. THIS! This was the huge glass of cold water that my Spirit was SO thirsty for. I gulped it down barely coming up for air to catch a breath. I didn’t want that worship session to end that night but I knew the next day it would be fantastic again.

I’ve never been more eager to wake up early on a Sabbath morning than I was this day and I could barely sleep with such excitement. The day proved to be just what I needed with more life-giving, spirit filled worship and excellent applicable teaching from women for women. I was encouraged, inspired, challenged, convicted and uplifted! Whew! Talk about a spiritual high… I was on one!

The church that hosted the conference was the same church that my children attended VBS at this Summer. It’s also the same church that Nathan has been attending a sports and devotional event every Tuesday and the place that all three of my children attend the Wednesday night Bible classes. So after this women’s conference with incredible worship I just knew I had to come back. My mother-in-law was staying with us for two nights (after bringing home our boys from a week at the beach with her) so we decided to visit the Sunday morning service just hubby and I (happened to be my husband’s week day off) and see what their typical Sunday worship service was like. Oh my. Again, a drink of water and I was starting to like this non dehydrated spirit feeling. My husband really enjoyed the worship too and together we decided that we would return in the evening with our children for a special service (new music pastor was being installed). There was a special speaker in the evening and while I might not have agreed with every single thing he said (who does agree with every single thing someone says anyway?) I really was challenged in my walk. And once again the worship was spirit filled and was a HUGE drink of water to my spirit.

Why did I share all this? Well, one would have to know me well to know why this was so significant for me. When I was a teenager and my brother was diagnosed with leukemia at the tender age of nine, the church we were attending didn’t allow others to help us financially because they deemed we had some “secret sin” (cancer=sin). The experiences at that church (and of other churches after that) left me feeling that church was nothing but a bunch of self-righteous hypocrites. It left a very bad taste in my mouth. However, I continued to be faithful to church attendance until about seven years ago. I didn’t remotely give up on my faith as that has always been unshakable and my relationship with my King is NOT dependent on attending ANY church regularly or even Messianic fellowship for that matter. I was just tired of church politics, hypocrites among the leadership at most place and nastier people in the church than in the world. My husband and I decided that perhaps we could attend or host a home church and foster a more close-knit atmosphere with true discipleship and no politics. As we began to look for home church we began to discover the Hebrew roots of our faith and that began the amazing journey for our family into Sabbath, Biblical feasts and clean eating. We soon found a wonderful Hebrew roots believing fellowship with incredible loving people and we fell in love with them. It was a wonderful time there from February 2011 – April 2014 when Abba moved our family 500 miles away to the beautiful state of Kentucky.

To say God had His hand on our moving to Kentucky would be an understatement. He answered some of the littlest details of my prayers (like cows outside my windows where I live!) and I still am in awe of Him for that today. He connected us years before with a lovely group of Messianic believing people who helped us settle in here in Kentucky and made us feel right at home. The elders of this fellowship have really invested alot into me and my family and I am forever grateful. We are thankful to have a place to celebrate His feasts in community and to have made some wonderful friends. My boys have made some good friends there as well for which I am eternally grateful as they had to leave behind some wonderful friendships in Pennsylvania when we moved.

Despite the wonderful people and deep teaching my spirit was longing for the type of spirit filled worship that I felt when I attended college in Dallas, Texas. Those 2 1/2 year of Bible college with their INCREDIBLE worship has left an impression on me for eternity. That college was very pro-Israel and so love for Israel was infused into everything we did and yet their worship also was beyond anything I have ever experienced since then. I miss it SO much some days when I remember it. Their worship stirred something up within my spirit and my heart and drove me to raise my hands which is something this non charismatic lady rarely does. While I knew it was unlikely that I could find something “just like” college worship I was longing to find something close.


Abba answered my prayers, saw my parched spirit, saw my discouragement and brought me to a place that I thought I would NEVER step foot into voluntarily (except for weddings and funerals)…. CHURCH! I had to swallow a HUGE slice of humble pie. Not ALL churches are full of politics. Not ALL church leaders are hypocrites and not all church members are phony, shallow and rude people. Some churches really ARE filled with the Spirit. Some pastors really do have a heart to please Abba and a desire to tend compassionately for the flock. And some church members really are on fire for God wanting to LIVE the life and have ACTIONS not just words. I know that NO church is perfect (nor will we agree with them on Sabbath, feasts and clean eating) and that this church is not going to be perfect either BUT I am completely ok with this. As long as the Pastors respect (not agree but lovingly allow us that freedom follow our convictions) our few paradigm differences we will be just fine. So time will tell.

However, for now I feel blessed to have two local faith families. It’s not going to be an “either/or” thing as both places offer something that our family values, needs and  appreciates. I am SO thankful to Abba for allowing my spirit to dry up so much that I became desperate enough to swallow some humble pie and admit that church isn’t ALL bad and can truly be a blessing to many, many people. I have learned SO much and have so much yet to learn but I am SO thankful for this journey that Abba has me on. I am blessed beyond imagination in SO many ways and I am eternally thankful to the Father for never letting me go and for Yeshua my Messiah for redeeming me even when I didn’t deserve it. And I am eternally thankful for the ENTIRE body of Messiah with all their “flavors” and all their varying strengths and weaknesses. Many members but ONE body. May I never forget where I came from and that I am but a sinner in desperate need of a Messiah. May I continue to eat humble pie as it is good for my spiritual health.

Be blessed my friends and Shalom!