SUMMER

Posted By A Peculiar Diary

It's Summertime. 

The heat demands respect.

I live in the desert, it's wild out here.

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I find myself contemplating on how... such

rugged landscapes

can make me feel so good.

The mixture of dirt and flowers has an effect on a Sabra like me.

Sabra's are weird. I am weird. Yep.

I'm a quirky girl smitten by how Elohim's hands touched the

earth with different interesting feels & tones.

Some so exotic it's hard to comprehend such tough beauty.

But I'm a Sabra. I like it.

Genesis 1:3

Elohim saw all that He had made, and behold,

it was very good.

Many unique cacti exist in this terrain.

I am fascinated by how flowers dare grow

so flamboyantly in such conditions.

But they are just as unusual as this place.

I love being impressed by a rough looking cactus accomplishing

such pleasant gifts despite it's needles. 

Sometimes it feels like ... 

I live in another world out here. 

The desert breaths on me, 

and I love the scent of it's air.

The breeze here is warm, and caresses my nerves. 

This place is good for me. Praise Elohim. 

I have this inner knowing that 

my dominant health condition 

serves me ... instead of takes away from me ... 

I told you I am odd.

See, it's like a blessing in the lesson 

of my body temple.

 You can sometimes tell when things 

are done supernaturally.

Things don't have to look like a miracle, to be one.

It's a miracle, I even believe in Messiah Yahowshua, 

especially being a Sabra Judean.

It's a miracle that it's exactly because of this 

dominant health condition that I believe in The Word. 

Yep, it served me, rather than took away.

Strange things happen to me 

out here among the cacti.

I experience what gentle moving healing feels like. 

It's like a dance hidden in the desert air ...

... the hot winds brush against 

my skin and invigorate me. 

I feel healthy despite the fact that I am not. 

Despite my difficult days 

when I am struck with fatigue, 

the desert blesses me, 

and the Tucson mountains call me.

There is something here ... subtle ... mysterious.

I don't always understand it. But I feel it.

Abba is good to me, I am undeserving.

No really.

But I have immense GRATITUDE.

Who is this Being up there, that smiles down on us?

Surprised by the sensations

I encounter from the mountains,

I decided to go searching in prayer about ...

... what is this feeling REALLY?

What is it about the mountains ...

... why do they talk to me ...

It's like they tell me something only my soul knows.

This I discovered isn't something new.

There is something in the mountains.

Psalm 121:1,2

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—

where does my help come from?

My help comes from Yaho,

the Maker of heaven and earth.

To lift my eyes up to the mountains

clarified things for me.

Because Elohim uses imagery

of mountains and valleys

often in His Word, to describe His POWER.

But even more moving to my soul ... is this verse:

Matthew 14:23

After He had dismissed them,

He went up on a mountainside

by himself to pray.

Later that night, He was there alone,

Our Messiah would go up

to the mountain side to pray.

This electrified me.

My eyes were suddenly open

to the nature ... of what I was feeling.

That is, the supernatural sensations that captivate my nature.

Elohim had already been calling me to the mountains

... for a long time.

I just could not understand ... what

... was this enthralling feeling

that beckoned for my attention?

Stumped.

Proverbs 3:5

Trust in Yaho with all your heart

and lean not on your own understanding;

How does this even happen

to some Sabra from Israel?

If I could give you the esteem of what I feel

on these naturally elevated land forms,

we would become best friends.

It's truly intriguing

Have you ever felt such sensations ... ?

... from mountain terrain on earth ... ?

I'd love to read your insight

I only know, what I know.

Here is a photo of Israeli Mountains & how similar

the land in Tucson is to my home land:

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Sending you much Sabra love ...

I hope Abba blesses you above your highest elation ...

... it is good to be His.

Peace & blessings beautiful people

PS. Sabra a tenacious thorny desert plant, known in English as prickly pear, with a thick skin that conceals a sweet, softer interior.

The cactus is compared to Israeli Judeans, who are supposedly tough on the outside, but delicate and sweet on the inside.

The term first appeared in the 1930s to refer to Judeans

born in the land of Israel.

I am a Sabra ... Tsabarit