The Beloved, My Beloved, who watched over me, in my house.
I have a verse that I like to rely on -
"I lift my eyes to the mountains - where does my help come from"
Even though the mountains appear stable, everlasting, hard, reliable, our hope is not in the mountain, or the mountain gods but in "the LORD",
"the Maker of heaven and earth", Himself. Blessed be His name.
Last night, I went to bed, thinking of Gaza and reading word on Jerusalem. It was a difficult afternoon, the Lord, the Father CRYING out, horrified, looking at his hands... his children. The left hand, the right hand, both are of his flesh, killing one is as bad a killing the other. Seeing the feet of Jesus walking by Jerusalem, we can see the Son of Man, whose eyes of fire are burning, the seven lamps of fire burning, the sea of glass..
Weeping, Lord, have mercy on us, have mercy. Your righteous justice reigns, will reign, blessed be the feet of the one who brings Good News. Blessed are those who thirst for righteousness, for they WILL BE filled.
Indeed,
"He who watches over Israel will not sleep nor slumber"... and I went to bed. and when I woke up on 17 May 2021, alive, it was a Monday a work day. Yet, He who watches over Israel will not sleep nor slumber. The virgil over Israel remained, watching.
This is the Lord who promises to keep me from harm, keep Israel from harm, keep us from all harm,
watching over our life
watching over our coming and going
both now
and forevermore.
The One. The same, God, My GOD.
Hallelujah for the Lord, God Omnipotent..
It is Monday evening now and what mercy with justice looks like, is Jesus cradling his elder brothers to his heart, while bearing the wrath of righteousness on his back. By His stripes we are healed.
