The Holocaust

It was the saddest museum that I had ever visited.

I followed a group of excited tourists into an elevator. But when the door shut, all fell silent.

We turned to look up in front of us, as a small screen came to life…

It was the introduction to the Holocaust. As we watched and listened in silence, the elevator slowly crept down…

Then it all stopped. As the door opened again, into a dark room, we all felt a part of it, we were there…no longer just tourists. We had each been given an identification card with the story of someone who lived during that time.

Now, we silently came out of the elevator into a dark room filled with many others.

Along the walls were dimly lit photos and articles of importance.

Historic voices of those in the past were the only sounds to be heard.

All were somber and quiet, gazing in remembrance at the sorrowful time of the past.

I slowly strolled through the dimly lit rooms and halls of the museum that day, seeing the joys and the horrors of that time in history, the Holocaust.

I could not imagine anyone coming out of the exhibit who was not humbled by the experience.

Just imagining the horrors is enough, but seeing pictures, videos, artifacts, and even smelling the filth of hundreds of dirty old shoes… It really humbles you.

There were also other more graphic photos and silent videos which were covered on all sides and only visible by those who were older and wished to see them.

I had no need or desire to see them and I was thankful that they were covered.

Through this Holocaust experience, I was not only humbled with the desire to praise Yahweh that we have our lives and the liberty to study the Bible and live for Him…

But also, that we live in yet another Holocaust.

Looking in the past, we can see the horrors done and wonder how they could have been so cruel.

Yet, we are living in a second Holocaust. One that has taken more lives than the first…

Our young and our old are being targeted! The most innocent and helpless are losing their lives every day in this silent Holocaust!

We say, that if we would have lived then, we would have done something to stop it. But what are we doing now?

Many babies are never born…never to see the light of day…never to take their first step or say their first word…

Many mothers are left in lifelong grieve and guilt, struggling in depression, anger, self-hate, and suicide…

Many of our grandparents, aunts, uncles, great grandparents, parents, friends, and family…the elderly among us, are being abused, starved, dehydrated, and euthanized…silently without any help…

This silent Holocaust is real and happening just a few miles away from us all…

What will you do?

Based on my experience at the Holocaust Museum in Washington D.C. May you be Inspired.

The Voice of Choice

I had always been the one to break the ice and talk as if nothing was wrong.

Why should sitting in the waiting room of a abortion clinic be so depressing.

*This story may not be appropriate for young eyes, please ask a mature someone to read this with you.*

There were five other girls as well as me. I had seen them all come in.

One, was dropped at the front door like a sobbing kitten, by her boyfriend.

Another one, was practically dragged in by her mother, who left as soon as the papers were settled.

Why, I didn’t understand. The rest of us were there on our own free will.

Yet the air was so tense and quiet…too frozen for me to lighten up.

Thoughts of my past seemed to creep in and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to be there.

Yet I could not see what was wrong with being in a clinic. It had never been like this at the hospital.

A nurse came into the room and called all our names. A shiver went up my back, as memories flooded my mind.

Why was she calling all of us at once? But I put my thoughts aside and followed.

What happened next was horror itself. Assembly lines…I hated them…nurses and the doctor acting like nothing is happening… I’m just another one…

Like a slaughter house, we were brought into a room, one by one. And had our babies killed…

I peeked in, just once… But that was enough… I suddenly didn’t want to be there any longer. I felt trapped… memories buzzed in my mind and I wanted out!

But I was next. The nurse came in, then the doctor…

I told them I didn’t want to…they just tried to give me a pill to “calm my nerves”. They wouldn’t listen, I didn’t want an abortion, I wanted to leave!!!

They drug me into the next room and held me down…they forced pills and water into my mouth…No!!! Not again!!!

The drugs took affect and I drifted off…yet in the background, I could hear the doctor work…

I felt violated again…

Just 18 months earlier, I had been rescued from sex trafficking.

Abortion was just the same…

It’s not a choice…

… it’s abuse and murder.

It’s not a right…

…it takes away our rights.

Memories never fade, but I will see my baby again someday. And you will too…

Stand for life. Speak for the innocent. We need you to be our voice!

This is based on the testimony of someone who told me her testimony. May you be Inspired.

This Little Life

The utter feeling of shock, disgust, and piercing sadness.

What is going on?

If abortion was just a choice. If it was fine and dandy. If it wasn’t a baby in the womb…

What happens if it’s born alive? What if the abortion fails and this form inside of you, becomes a born baby holding on dearly for life? Is it still ok to snuff out it’s life? He or she survived… only to be killed…murdered outside of the womb!

Can even those who are pro-abortion, agree that it is right to kill a BORN child???

Abortion is horrific and wrong…inside or outside of the womb!

A Thankful Prayer

We bow our heads and fold our hands…

We thank our Heavenly Father for the food before us, and the family beside us…

Then, we say, Amen.

Dishes clink and clang as we prepare to eat our food.

But just a second later, complaining words and discontented looks are seen and heard.

Food is wasted by dissatisfied tastes, and all leave the table, more like enemies than family beings.

Our daily prayers can seem more like a repetitive prayer with no meaning, than actually giving thanks.

But when ye pray, use not vain repetitions, as the heathen do: for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking.” ~Matthew 6:7

Are we truly thankful? Or do we say we are and then despise what we should be thankful for.

In many parts of the world, people go hungry. They are truly thankful for every little bit of food that they have.

We, who have an adundance of food, find it easy to complain about the smell, taste, or look, about the food we have been given. We tend to waste a lot because it is disliked in someway or rots in the fridge.

We need to not lie to our Heavenly Father. Thanking Him one moment and complaining the next.

Let us be truly thankful for all that we have. Let our prayers be true…each and every one.

Sweet Blessings!!!


Scars of love

Scars of Love

A little girl grew up with a mum and dad who loved her very much. Of course, she loved her parents too. As she got older and went to school, the other children noticed that her mother’s hands were terribly scarred and disfigured, and not nice to look at. They teased her about this and the little girl began to feel ashamed of her Mum’s hands. She wished that they were smooth and beautiful like other girl’s mums.
As time went on, the mother began to notice a change in her daughter’s behavior whenever they neared the school gate; she seemed to not want to be seen with her. Saddened and hurt, she asked what was the matter. Embarrassed, the little girl looked down at her feet and then blurted out, “It’s your hands, Mum! The other girls always laugh at your ugly hands and tease me about them. Why have you got such ugly hands?”
Sitting the little girl down on a bench-seat nearby, the mother gently asked her, “Would you like me to tell you why?”
“Oh yes!” replied the little girl. Quietly her mother began.
A few years ago when you were just a baby, I woke up in the middle of the night. I could smell something burning. I rushed into your room and found that the heater I put in there to warm the room had set fire to your little cot. I didn’t have time to think of anything, but you, lying so near those terrible flames! I beat them out with my hands and rushed out of the room with you to safety. It was then I realised I had burnt my hands terribly, and that is why they are so scarred and ugly today.”
The little girl listened very quietly until her mother had finished her story. Then, with tears in her eyes, she flung her arms around her mother’s neck and said, “Mummy, I love you all over—but I love your hands best of all.” From that day on she was never ashamed of them again. In fact, whenever the girls would foolishly taunt her about her Mother’s scars, she would always reply, “They are scars of love!” and tell them the story.

Did you realise that Christ too, has scarred hands?
He was nailed to a Roman stake and died there, so that we might have our sins forgiven and receive eternal life. Remember that day long ago, when He appeared to all the disciples to show them He was alive. Thomas wasn’t there, and he refused to believe it until he saw the scars in His hands and side where the nails and cruel spear had pierced him on the cross. Shortly afterwards, Christ did appear to Thomas; “Look at my hands and side” He said to him. Thomas saw the scars and immediately believed. “My Saviour!” he said. We too, will one day see those same scars when we stand before Him. Will you be able to say. ” O my Saviour! I love you and those are scars received in my place when You died for my sin. They are ‘Scars of Love’ for me!”

~Sweet Blessings!!!

*Discaimer*~ I am not the author of this story. I found it on a blog somewhere, a few years ago. I am not sure who the author is. But this is a beautiful story. May you be inspired.

Simple Reminder

Some years ago, when I was a little girl, beading a few bracelets, I wondered…

What if there was something that we could wear everywhere we went, to remind us to love Yahweh and others, and to keep His commandments.

Infact, I even made and tries to wear a bracelet and even a necklace as a reminder. But it didn’t last long and I put those thoughts aside.

Years later, I finally found an answer. Praise Yahweh!!!

And it is, of course, in the Bible…

Now, some would agrue that this is a Old Testament law that is no longer valid after Christ came. But indeed, Christ Himself wore these.

Christ came to fulfill the law, not destroy it. (Matthew 5:17-19)

Here is where Yahweh actually commands us to wear these special reminders.

Again Yahweh spoke to Moses, saying, ‘Speak to the children of Israel: Tell them to make tassels on the corners of their garments throughout their generations, and to put a blue thread in the tassels of the corners. And you shall have the tassel, that you may look upon it and remember all the commandments of Yahweh and do them, and that you may not follow the harlotry to which your own heart and your own eyes are inclined, and that you may remember and do all My commandments, and be holy for your Elohim (God).‘”
~Numbers 15:38-40

The tassles, in the original Hebrew, is Tsitsit, meaning, “fringe, tassel, lock.” Also, as the “Hem of a garment”.

“You shall make tassels on the four corners of the clothing with which you cover yourself.
~Dueteronomy 22:12

They are to be on the four corners of our garment (shirt).

In those days, each side of their garment was split, making four corners. In our day and age, some shirts are still spit at the ends.

With a simple snip and stitch, any shirt can be made into a four corner garment. Or the tassles can be worn on both sides of the seams.

There are many creative ways to attach tassles to

You may have noticed that it says ‘ a blue thread’. The original Hebrew word here translated blue, is Têkeleth, with a definition,” Violet, blue, purple.” Because of the wide variety of color shades, it is unknown what the true color is meant to be.

But we can make and wear these reminder tassles the best that we know how.

The tassle itself, spells out the name Yahweh (YHWH).

With the Hebrew Aleph-bet, Yahweh is Yod, Hey, Waw, Hey.

Here is some instructions on how you can make your own tassles. All you need is some white and another color (blue, violet, purple) string.

Click HERE: Tasslemaking How-To

I made my first tassles at a Tasslemaking party last year, and have been wearing them ever since.

They are indeed a great reminder and I love to feel them ever so often.

When I first learned about tassles, I was a bit hesitant. Yes, I liked the idea of a reminder.

But, I didn’t want to stand out with a couple braided strings hanging down from my waist.

My small fears were soon put to rest. The tassles actually look so nice and they don’t attract any more attention in public, then a simple bracelet or necklace. Plus, knowing that it’s Yahweh’s will and that many other followers are wearing them all over the world… makes me smile.

There is nothing wrong with wearing tassles. Infact, it is beautiful. Even if it wasn’t… What is wearing a few strings, compared to being a marytr for Christ.

Tassles are, indeed, not made to be long and flashy. As Christ said of the scribes and Pharisees doing….

“…But all their works they do to be seen by men. They make their phylacteries broad and enlarge the borders of their garments.~Matthew 23:5

Other verses mentioning tassles:

So Christ arose and followed him, and so did His disciples.

And suddenly, a woman who had a flow of blood for twelve years came from behind and touched the hem of His garment. touched the hem of His garment.

For she said to herself, ‘If only I may touch His garment, I shall be made well. But Christ turned around, and when He saw her He said, Be of good cheer, daughter; your faith has made you well. And the woman was made well from that hour.” ~ Matthew 9:19-22


When they had crossed over, they came to the land of Gennesaret. And when the men of that place recognized Christ, they sent out into all that surrounding region, brought to Him all who were sick, and begged Him that they might only touch the hem of His garment. And as many as touched it were made perfectly well.” ~Matthew 14:34-36


Wherever Christ entered, into villages, cities, or the country, they laid the sick in the marketplaces, and begged Him that they might just touch Now a woman, having a flow of blood for twelve years, who had spent all her livelihood on physicians and could not be healed by any, came from behind and touched the border of His garment. And immediately her flow of blood stopped. And as many as touched Him were made well.” ~Mark 6:56


Now a woman, having a flow of blood for twelve years, who had spent all her livelihood on physicians and could not be healed by any, came from behind and touched the border of His garment. And immediately her flow of blood stopped.” ~Luke 8:44

Have you ever heard of tassles? What do you think? Are you going to do some more studying on tassles? Will you make be making a few tassles to wear? Or would you like me to make a set for you?

Sweet Blessings!!!!

P.S. I had the hardest time writing this. It kept crashing, taking words out, and adding words I didn’t type…even the typing was slow and delayed.

The enemy isn’t happy about me sharing this with you. May you be inspired.

Class of 2019

Dear Graduates of 2019,

It was just last year, when I stood right where you are now.

Since then, I have seen Yahweh work wonders in my life.

Whether you are scared or excited about your future….

Remember that the most important thing that you need to do…

Is take some time to pray and seek Yahweh’s guidance.

No one knows what is to come. But Yahweh has a beautiful plan for your life.

Last Spring, with tears in my eyes, I sought Yahweh and I put my future in His hands.

My small meager plans for the year dissolved away, as I found myself halfway across the country on the biggest adventure of my life.

I’m not saying big things will always happen the moment you begin trusting in Yahweh.

Sometimes there are quiet times to test your patience or hard trials to test your faith.

But through it all…know that Yahweh has your life under control. Trust Yahweh and be prepared.

Sweet Blessings!!!