Friday, June 1, 2018

Baja in the Spring

Foundation For His Ministry

Monday, May 14, 2018

Good Friday

Finding a Cave
Nothing like going down into a cave on Good Friday to reflect on and worship the One who was laid in a new tomb, cut in the rock.  Matthew 27:60, The One who "suffered once for sins, the righteous for the unrighteous, that he might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh but made alive in the spirit, in which he went and proclaimed or preached to the spirits in prison...." I Peter 3:18-22

This cave held dark chambers.  We turned out our lights and sang to the Light of the World that overcame this present darkness.  "Therefore my heart is glad, and my whole being rejoices; my flesh also dwells secure.  For you will not abandon my soul to Sheol, or let your holy one see decay." Psalm 16:9-10
 I've heard others speak of "rapture holes" in the clouds.  This cave had some big rapture holes.  "For if we have been united with him in a death like his, we shall certainly be united with him in a resurrection like his."  Romans 6:5
Do you see symbols of the cross and resurrection?

Lydia and I making unleavened bread.

Good Friday, sundown Shabbat, breaking the Fast of the First Born, 14 Nisan, eve of Passover.

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

March 24

Lydia raked out the flower bed and shrubs in front of the house on the first day of spring.  March 20th was a lovely spring day, so welcome and satisfied our longing for the newness of the season.  I joined her and worked alongside until the sun went down, clearing all the dead and uncovering the bulbs and spring green pushing forth in secret.  I would have captured it on camera, the celebration of spring, if we hadn't worked continually until we ran out of daylight.
The day before my birthday, my budding birth flowers, Jonquils, were bowed down with snow.  
Daffodils in the Snow

Mr. Robin says, "It's spring."

Second spring snow blanket melting, and daffodils blooming by the door for my birthday.

Iris and Daffodils uncovered and thrusting up.  
 I snatched photos on my phone as we went to our high school alma mater for a track meet.  Gabe expended all his energy in the cold all day, waiting to run the 800 Meter, but he ran well in the second fastest heat.

Megan gave Luke and I a fondue party!  Happy Birthday togetherness.  So good and so fun.

March 17th

Celebrating Patrick's Day and an 8th Birthday.
#8 Bee-Day

Present Time for Johannes

Small engine project with Dad or something fun to disassemble and explore.
Moving panorama of a family with some Irish.

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Women of Philippi

A blue sky day on Tuesday, and our pastor's wife invited us to a picnic at Catherine Creek.

"The baby sitters"
Meg and daughters crossing to the other side.
I brought Gabe, and he took the photo of the rock face below and packed baby Zeb to the car when it was time to go.
Women Meeting
Glorious sunshine, flowing creek, first wild flowers, and when we came upon the women picnicking, I thought of a verse in Acts of the women gathering by the river for prayer on the Sabbath.  We had come late and upon this cheery sight of such a group of women and children on a colorful spread of blankets in Christian fellowship.  I also sat gazing at the rock face and thought of the enormous rock face at Caesarea Philippi in Israel where Jesus spoke to Peter of the rock on which He would build His church.  Interestingly, they both end up being places named Philippi.

Acts 16:12 and from there to Philippi, which is a leading city of the district of Macedonia and a Roman colony. We remained in this city some days. 13 And on the Sabbath day we went outside the gate to the riverside, where we supposed there was a place of prayer, and we sat down and spoke to the women who had come together. 14 One who heard us was a woman named Lydia, from the city of Thyatira, a seller of purple goods, who was a worshiper of God. The Lord opened her heart to pay attention to what was said by Paul.

Matthew 16:13 Now when Jesus came into the district of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, “Who do people say that the Son of Man is?” 14 And they said, “Some say John the Baptist, others say Elijah, and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.” 15 He said to them, “But who do you say that I am?” 16 Simon Peter replied, “You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.” 17 And Jesus answered him, “Blessed are you, Simon Bar-Jonah! For flesh and blood has not revealed this to you, but my Father who is in heaven. 18 And I tell you, you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. 

We picnicked at the base of this natural basalt arch.
And there is Lydia with an open heart and the purple cloth lunch sack. :-)
I realized since posting that our women's Bible study is studying Paul's letter to the Philippians this entire season!  We are studying with the women of Philippi, Paul's inspired words by the Holy Spirit, on how to have true joy.

Saturday, January 6, 2018

January Elk

Cold January Morning with the Bright Light of the Sun Reflected in Steam and Breath

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Christmas Letter

Merry Christmas 2017

Dear Family and Friends,
2017 has been a year of completion and new beginnings.

We completed a full year in Trout Lake as our home, and began a second year more established. I rummage less through the unpacked boxes. We spend time cozy around the hearth. The farm animals are thriving. Marshal filled the freezer with his own hand- raised pork and beef. Calves and lambs were born. Marshal gets me up every morning to milk the cow with him. The calf is just about getting all the milk now, so we may give up that sweet routine by Christmas. Gabe hatched about 80 chicks and guinea keets that free range all the way to the doorstep. I’m glad that he is thinning out the cockerels for stewing chickens.

We completed the conversion of an old duplex at the heart of Trout Lake to a working medical clinic and opened our doors to the community and beyond. The Direct Primary Care model is all Marshal hoped. He has time to spend with each of his patients, establishing relationship and comprehensive care. People appreciate the convenience of care in their hometown, and genuinely feel cared for. I have the opportunity to get to know people I wouldn’t otherwise and share holistic recommendations in nutritional therapy, showing compassion, empathy, and heartfelt friendship. People keep signing up, and the business model is working too.

Gabe and Lydia completed a school year with their cousins in Aunt Megan and Uncle Jesse’s farmhouse, and embarked on spending their days more independently at home and on our own farm while Dad and Mom spent long days establishing the new clinic. They both tell us to come home earlier or stay more. Lydia thrives with the book learning, and is highly motivated to teach herself, currently studying middle ages to reformation history, astronomy, English mechanics, and pre-algebra. She has continued with violin group lessons and is teaching herself Suzuki piano! Gabe takes the hands on approach and is always busy with new projects. He prefers YouTube videos for his teacher, and has been pleased with what he has learned in keeping a quad running and wiring auxiliary headlamps into it. He has also taught himself professional quality hide tanning skills. He employed his frontiersman skills in acquiring a couple pelts here on our farm to tan. He of course expends the majority of his time caring for his many domesticated and wild birds. He acquired three Toulouse geese this last month. He has an extensive bird feeding station behind the house. He was just asked and participated in a bird census for Trout Lake. He has enjoyed journaling again and proved that he can write some good stories in texting format. Yesterday he announced his goal to bake about 15 dozen cookies. I came home to good smells, a clean kitchen, and both Lydia and Gabe finishing up their day’s baking! Gabe announced that they successfully baked 153 cookies. He was frosting headless gingerbread men, and Lydia was rolling Russian Teacakes in powdered sugar. Anzacs were already in the tin. When Marshal and I came home there were not 153 cookies for long. Special that the kids are now old enough to fulfill Christmas traditions for us! They went with the cousins to cut mountain trees this year after Thanksgiving and brought the prettiest one home. They got it up and decorated with my finishing touches in record time too.
Gabe's second batch of gingerbread men.  These are spicy Swedish men.  Mmmm.
Gabe postponed Driver’s Ed and completed a season of spring baseball with the most improved players of the league. Lydia completed a year of ballet with a dance studio in Hood River and danced like a princess en pointe to Faust. Both tried something new and ran for Dad’s Trout Lake Mustangs X-Country team in the fall! Gabe ran his way to state, and Lydia was running at the front of the pack herself by the end of the season. Marshal was living the dream as a small town doctor, farmer, and X-Country coach with his own kids supporting his superstar team!

Marshal and I completed 17 years of marriage and later in the year, took an opportunity to revisit the step of the old cabin on the high prairie above our home where I accepted Marshal’s proposal, this time in a very different season of our lives, literally and figuratively, but bright with the same sun and bright with the same faith, hope, and love. I walked from that old wooden step a second time with Marshal, arm in arm, with the sensation that I loved him in a whole new way, a fullness of love, with a promise I could keep of unconditional love without expectation. For that very morning, I was being perfected in love, love of the Bridegroom, who showed me that I was complete in His love first.

I don’t know how many have been aware, received, or seen my posts, messages, and emails this fall. I don’t know who I’ve caused concern, troubled, confused, stirred up, or impassioned. Feel free to let me know. You cannot hurt my feelings, and I am sane enough to talk to. I know how crazy mad, fanatical, and passionate I appear. I could not eat or sleep for at least 40 days. I caused others to not sleep. I cried many tears. I can not deny what I received. There has been a spiritual shift, an awakening is stirring, an urgency. 2017 brings an end and a beginning. I just flipped open my Bible to Malachi 3:1-3. That is the essence. The words of the prophets come alive to me as present and active and as real as my own flesh and blood. The fulfillment is past, present, and future. How much more is the second advent of Christ’s coming fulfilling Malachi’s prophecy than the first that we celebrate in these next days! Malachi, a messenger, wrote these words 400 years before Christ’s birth in Bethlehem. 400 signifies sign; God’s sign like the sun, and the moon and stars that He put in the sky for signs. The moon is 400 times closer to the sun than the earth and 400 times smaller than the earth for a perfect solar eclipse. What about that sign on August 21st? What about the sign 400 years after Malachi of a child wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger? The angel of the Lord told the shepherds of the same region of Bethlehem that “the savior is born this day.” Luke 2:12, “This will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.” The shepherds were in the same region that a young woman “gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.” (Luke 2:7) I visited a cave in Bethlehem three and a half years ago where sitting inside, a Palestinian Christian told our touring group that the fields of this region were for the shepherds and flocks that supplied the Jerusalem temple with lambs for sacrifice at the time of Christ. The sheep were brought into the caves, stables such as this cave for protection at night and where ewes gave birth to the lambs. The firstborn male lambs were swaddled at birth to keep them from spot or blemish and laid in the manger to be set apart for Passover lambs. Mary’s firstborn son was swaddled and laid in a manger, a feeding trough in Bethlehem, house of bread, a sign at His birth of His death that would be a sacrifice for our sins. He would be crucified at Passover thirty-three years later in Jerusalem as the Lamb of God, atoning for the sins of all mankind by His own righteous blood and offering His flesh to us as the Bread of Life. Did the shepherds understand the sign? Probably not fully; it was a wonder. But only the Bethlehem shepherds would have begun to understand the significance of the sign. Luke 2:16-20, “And they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in a manger. And when they saw it, they made known the saying that had been told them concerning the child. And all who heard it wondered at what the shepherds told them. But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart. And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.”

May we all wonder, ponder, glorify and praise God for all we have heard and seen as it has been told us, as we close this 2017 and head into this new year of 2018!

With much love from each of us, 
Marshal, Shanea, Gabe, and Lydia 
Native Tree from the Forest