My grandmother taught me how to knit and crochet since I was young enough to count stitches and rows. Alongside the lessons of counting rows and casting on stitches also came the part of unpicking and starting over from scratch when you made a mistake.
My last blog was about identifying my identity. This is a new process I’m stepping into and I am getting there in excited patience as I sit and wait to hear God’s word firmer and clearer.
You know that my sister Tan-yah is in the US, so Sunday being Mum’s birthday, we all got together for a video chat. Whilst chatting her husband came saying his wedding ring came off as he threw some scraps for the wild to eat on their property.
I immediately felt the words “to the right” pop into my mind. “Just look to the right,” I said.
I could see in my mind’s eye the ring lying in the winter grass. Waiting to be collected. Trusting with them that it would be found and shared with them the joy when the report came that the ring was found on the following day. And lo and behold, to the right where Tan-yah was searching.
Being sensitive to the Holy Spirit and what He is trying to reveal to me during the loss of this wedding ring is something I value and am glad that I paid attention to.
Tan-yah let me know just after 12 pm our time, that the ring was found, but our attention was drawn to the fact that the date was 22 November 22 or better 22/11/22.
So we know that the Hebrew alphabet carries more than just the ABCs. Each alphabet letter carries a numerical value. So diving in deeper, if we look at the second Hebrew letter, Bereshit means a double portion. Number 2 is also related to the Hebrew word Shanah, which means Change. Oh, can we see a picture coming together? The day they found what was lost is an opportunity to be aware and align ourselves with what God is saying. Stepping into the promise of what was lost will be found. Ask and it will be given.
Owning being a widow revealed that I did not enter into my promised land because I am not owning my identity as a widow. I’m keeping myself out of the promised land with my failure to believe that God sees me, loves me and treasures me.
You might remember the last blog I wrote about the widow’s luncheon I was invited.
“Oh how did it you go?” you may ask. Very good question. I would love to tell you.
I put my make-up on to not look too somber and “widowy”. Dressed casually not drawing way too much attention to the fact that yeah I’m single and in desperate need of a dinner date and a movie.
My obvious choice of seating was in the back row, where I won’t be too much in plain sight and in an attempt to distract any conversation from myself I looked very busy on my phone while I silently had this debate about what I am hoping to gain from this function?
One by one the aunties and grannies arrived in their best dresses. I had a serious talk with the Lord. Like seriously. I’m the youngest here. The conversation is going to revolve around the grandkids and I’m going to end up with sore cheeks smiling in acknowledgment of something I have no clue off. Sighing inwardly I thought if I could telepathically tell my boss to call me for a work emergency I can make an excuse to run.
I could feel Jesus kicking my knee under the table saying stop it, I rolled my eyes at him and accepted this honor. And of course, I rolled my eyes at Jesus. We have that kind of relationship. He kicks my backside a lot and I do the roll of the eye.
Putting my phone away, as I do have some manners tucked away in my bag of tricks. I listened to each widow’s story. What caught my attention almost immediately there was never a story of “Woe is me” but it was a story of praise and worship to the goodness of God. All the focus shifted from how difficult life has been raising our children alone and making ends meet to how they, we all, were protected, provided, and cared for.
My heart was eternally blessed by seeing how some broke out in worship songs. Singing to the Lord. The atmosphere was tangible with Angels rejoicing with us. Widows praising the Lord together.
Some games were played and my turn came where I could choose a gift. My packet had an nr 10 on and feeling the gift before opening it I knew what it was. I was blown away at the not-so-subtle message God was throwing out there. It was not anything in monetary value. But God chose that gift and it was a perfect example of how he is visibly telling me a story that is coming to full conclusion.
Inside the packet were 3 red wine glasses. I knew instantly this was part of the story He was knitting together. He was making clear the path he has set before me. He knew I had the wrong pattern in thinking and believing who I truly am.
I want to share with you why. I am getting so excited about the 3 red wine glasses and the NR 10 following the sequence of two’s a couple days before.
The Hebrew meaning of 10 means a divine order or completed cycle. I have been a widow for 10 yrs. And I truly believe that this cycle is coming to an end. Perhaps it might not even mean I would marry someone tomorrow. Although I have been having these chats to God about the paths crossing with someone like Chris Hemsworth’y.
The Hebrew letter, Gimel, has the numerical value of three and has the pictograph of a Camel.
Gimel or three, also means divine fullness, new life and fruitfulness. The nr 3 makes this even more exciting if we realize that the Camel was used to carry provisions.
This is going to get even more exciting. The following day I had my daughters birthday party at a water park. The bench I sat on had 3 pearls in the grooves. I mean what are the chances that at the water park 3 pearls would be stuck in the grooves of the wooden bench?
Let us dive a bit deeper. How are pearls formed?
EEEEkkk!!! This is goosebumps worthy. Pearls are formed by an irritation or injury in the mussel. And what does Pearls represent? Come on! The Bride! Can you see how God in not so subtle way is telling me how He is knitting my life to come together when I thought everything was a dead end. Stepping into my bride mode on Sunday morning I decided to wear a pearl bracelet. In Church I realized…hold onto your seats..
Three sets of three large pearl beads and three sets of pearl beads with a glass stone.
You cannot ignore when God synchronizes events to bring you to a place of understanding how much he loves you. How much out of His way He will go for your safe keeping. Your provision. My oil will not run dry. I am a Son of God. A true heir. Loved above and beyond what I can imagine.
My new journey is now to not just embrace the honor of being a widowed Son of God. But stepping into my true self of who God says. I’m the Son and the Bride of Christ. I am and believing it with all of my heart.
Enjoyed!!
Such a funny piece. Loved it 💞