PASSOVER My heart pounded. How could I celebrate thinking, any moment, the Pharisees would come and break the door down. They threatened Yeshua because of the chaos from the crowds. This time they meant it.
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Tag: Lori Assadi Ramsey
PASSING THE BATON
I sat in the sanctuary, for a moment’s repose after rehearsing on Sunday. The sweet presence of the Holy Spirit rested in the atmosphere as a young couple, our new worship leaders, tended their baby
Read moreFIGHTING THE RIVER – Learning to Rest in the Flow of God
Rivers. I see them everywhere! There’s no fighting the river! They show up in my writing, in my singing, hiking, even in my dreams. When God really wants to get my attention, He sends a
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I’m walking through a storm, not just strong winds, but a deep shaking under my feet. I’m not good at conflict, so fear and confusion get the best of my thoughts, sounding like a never-ending
Read moreThe Hem of His Garment
The woman lost everything. Twelve years of misery, searching for solutions and depleting her resources. Twelve years of blood and shunning, bearing the shame of hearing “unclean.” She lost everything, including hope. Her suffering seemed like
Read moreRehearse Rejoicing – The Feast of Tabernacles
I hate being late for an appointment. I plan my time and rehearse my route. After that, I set a phone reminder, but sometimes I’m late. However, there’s someone who is never late for an
Read moreRELEASING FRAGRANCE
The ANGEL TRUMPET If you wander through my garden, you will encounter my prized plant, Brugmansia or the Angel Trumpet. This showy shrub is a beauty with long horn-shaped flowers hanging gracefully, releasing fragrance into
Read moreFIGHT FOR PEACE
FIGHT for PEACE 1 For everything there is a season and a time for every activity under heaven: 8 a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time
Read moreSPRING CLEANING
Do you remember Spring Cleaning Days? I grew up with Pittsburgh Germans. Spring cleaning was part of the yearly rhythm. We both loved and dreaded those days, emptying closets dusty with cobwebs, pitching the broken
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