The healing journey of a widowed, unschooling badass in Delaware.
Isaiah 59:5-6 RSV — They hatch adders’ eggs, they weave the spider’s web; he who eats their eggs dies, and from one which is crushed a viper is hatched. Their webs will not serve as clothing; men will not cover themselves with what they make. Their works are works of iniquity, and deeds of violence are in their hands.
When we sin, the fruit of our labor is rotten. No one can eat it. When there is enough sin, no one eats, no one is clothed, and we are not safe from the dangers of nature.
Cultivate a greater respect for listening and you will discover wisdom in places where you once saw only foolishness.
Nineteen degrees Fahrenheit.
That’s how cold it was when I stepped outside, barefoot in a robe, to do my Wim Hof Method breathing.
I’m not sure why I push myself out there each day. It feels like God is beckoning me, it feels like it would be a sin to not take this time for myself.
I’ve only just begun listening to Wesley Huff with Joe Rogan, but I’ve already learned things about the book of Isaiah. Huff’s knowledge of language, Biblical history, and contextual studies is immense.
Matthew 23:23 KJV — Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye pay tithe of mint and anise and cummin, and have omitted the weightier matters of the law, judgment, mercy, and faith: these ought ye to have done, and not to leave the other undone.
Isaiah 58:9-10 RSV — Then you shall call, and the LORD will answer; you shall cry, and he will say, Here I am. “If you take away from the midst of you the yoke, the pointing of the finger, and speaking wickedness, if you pour yourself out for the hungry and satisfy the desire of the afflicted, then shall your light rise in the darkness and your gloom be as the noonday.
We are the instruments for the Holy Spirit’s work in the world. We must be open to serving our fellow man and lifting their burdens.
As I find my path more clearly, the opportunities to help others multiply. Yet, it never seems like enough.
Sometimes I’m really grateful for our screentime boundaries (even when they’re tightened in response to deception).
I started the day off right with five rounds of Wim Hof Method breathing. There was little wind and the snow fell gently.
The availabilty of books in our society is beautiful (libraries, local, regional, and national bookshops, Target, Walmart, big box stores, grocery stores, thrift shops, Little Free Libraries, Facebook Marketplace, garage sales, borrowing from friends, antique stores, random take-a-book-leave-a-book bins, drug stores, campgrounds, newsstands, churches, community centers, etc…) Each of these places is different, but they share a common limiting factor: space. What books end up on these various shelves is decided in as many ways as there are places. But choices must be made.
Only one of those places is accused of “banning” books. It is misdirection. It is a ploy to divide us over a problem that is a symptom of a diseased system.
As long as we trust government to educate our children and decide what they read, we will remain victims of those who run that government.
World of Chaos is on the road again.
Of course, my little bassist spawn is in a Hawaiian shirt on a 20-something-degree morning.
We enjoyed the chilly new year air with a visit to a tucked away oasis.
