Amazing!!! Esther Reveals A Messianic Prophecy!

God's Word Never Ceases To Amaze Me.

You Can't Make This Stuff Up!!!

We finished the Book of Esther, last night and in the only Biblical Book, where God is not mentioned one time, his salvation plan shines through.

If you start from the beginning of the Book of Esther and take the names and determine their meaning, as they are mentioned in chronological order and put the meanings in sentence form, you'll find the following:

I will be silent, poor and humble, a Lily, a dressing of God’s Love, Beautiful, Faithful, but Despised. The One who rides the ass, but crushed in the wine-press.

God will give the one to behold, to be emulated, but he will be plain, simple and unadorned.

This Illustrious One will be a Sleeping Lamb.
A Star will be his testimony to them on sea coast.
He will be Lofty!
He will be Worthy!
He will be Dignified!

He will be pure, one from the middle land, an intecessor, who will link two sides, a little man, but enlightened and one who will enlighten, renowned as one with a propensity, a natural inherent way of doing things, as the son of the right hand.

This Teacher of peace, that Yahweh will establish, will be praised and lifted up. May the teaching prophet preserve the crown of love and partnership.

A Bright Star, but the Father is his might.

A Blaze of Fire for the servants of the beautiful one, in their wine-press, will practice strict religious or moral behavior.

He is magnificent, a double, an image of his Father, dispersing inheritance to the Sons of the Lofty and Exalted one, which is given by faithful prayer, given forth to the light, by the pouring out.

The enticed will be gathered. The fruitful shall be drawn/gathered up to Yah.

The Lion of the decree will be raised above all.

He will be the lion of the banners.

The Lion is sufficient. He is strong as the wind and strong with the Spirit.

Another Turn Taken, Heading For Home

Memories Of Mom

Even though my given name is officially Keith William, I honestly thought my name was Richard...Paul...Keith, while I was growing up. This was due to the fact that when I was young, Mom would rattled off my brother's names first, before getting to mine, whenever I did something wrong and she got mad. This is one of the first stories I recount, when I think of my mother.

Or the time, in the second grade, when I sprained my ankle, so bad that mom walked all the way to my school and carried me home, on her shoulders, because we didn’t have a car.

When we were young, I remember the long walks with mom and my brothers. We would pick up soda bottles, because we could get 2 cents apiece, at the local pony keg, in order to get a treat or ice cream.

Of course, the times when mom made me go get a belt or switch, when it was time for a attitude correction.

However, for me, the best was when I was at her bedside, this past Thursday. The Hospice nurse and I were discussing, down the hall, in a conference room, how mom would stare at one place, whenever she was awake. The nurse indicated that it was her belief that she was staring at someone, who was waiting for her to pass.

After the meeting, I went back to mom’s room to say goodbye. She was staring at that one place, totally unaware that I was in the room. I reached down and kissed her on her forehead. I said, “Is that Grandma waiting for you?” She blinked and turn to look straight in my eyes and said, “Dad, too.” She then turned back to staring at the same spot. I said “I Love You, Mom.” That was the last time we spoke.

My mom passed away Friday.