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Our homes should be sanctuaries from the outside world.  A place where we celebrate life and worship the Creator.  Many times we allow them to become places full of strife and misery and our families shun rather than embrace them.  As women we can do many things to assure that the home is a home, the Torah and New Covenant are full of examples of such homes.  
Here is a new newsletter for those of you wanting to take back what the adversary has stolen. We call it, "To Catch a Thief". Please read and pray and obey what God tells you.

 
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Proverbs 11:29 He that troubleth his own house shall inherit the wind: and the fool shall be servant to the wise of heart. 
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Proverbs 12:7 The wicked are overthrown, and are not: but the house of the righteous shall stand. 
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Proverbs 15:6 In the house of the righteous is much treasure: but in the revenues of the wicked is trouble. 
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Proverbs 15:25 The LORD will destroy the house of the proud: but he will establish the border of the widow. 
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Proverbs 15:27 He that is greedy of gain troubleth his own house; but he that hateth gifts shall live. 
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Proverbs 17:13 Whoso rewardeth evil for good, evil shall not depart from his house. 
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Proverbs 19:14 House and riches are the inheritance of fathers and a prudent wife is from the LORD. 
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Proverbs 21:12 The righteous man wisely considereth the house of the wicked: but God overthroweth the wicked for their wickedness.  
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Proverbs 24:3 Through wisdom is an house builded; and by understanding it is established:
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Proverbs 25:24 It is better to dwell in the corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman and in a wide house. 
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Ecclesiastes 10:18 By much slothfulness the building decayeth; and through idleness of the hands the house droppeth through. 

Our home was established almost 30 years ago, and although that fact doesn't mean we don't have trouble come our way, but we do have some experience.  I remember when we first began our lives together I never even considered that trouble would come our way.  As far as I was concerned our love for one another would get us through anything.  My mind never conceived that I had a real enemy who delighted in seeing us fail at every turn.  It wouldn't be long before our commitment to one another would be sorely tried.  

The first year of our life together was fairly uneventful, but at the birth of our daughter trouble was present at every opportunity.  Our lovely little bundle of joy had been born with birth defects and our hearts were broken.  At first the thoughts of "why me" came, but after selfishness went by the wayside the reality of the troubles our little baby would face began to dawn on our hearts.  We dealt with this trial with all the strength that two soulish beings could muster.  We had little faith to tap into, so we chose to go the route of the world and that included surgery and fear.  A second pregnancy would soon follow and we carried on.  Our home was as normal as most worldly people's homes could be.  Soon our son arrived and we were sure trouble was far behind us.  He had been born perfect without a visible sign of defect.  Just short of two months into his life he would make a sudden and mysterious departure from our lives.  I would go into his room and find him dead in his bassinet.  The devastation of his death colored our every thought. Again, our soulish way of dealing with it was barely enough to keep us alive and together.  We groped along in our lives, working and doing our best to survive.  Exactly one year to the day of our son's death my husband would be severely injured in an accident on the job.  His back was broken and he was in constant pain.  The soulish way in which we were living was clearly failing at every turn.  

After the death of our son we began on a search for some spiritual answers.  A well meaning but ignorant preacher had told my husband that "God had needed another daisy in his garden and had taken our lovely, perfect son to heaven".  This untruth set a fire under my husband that has yet to be extinguished.  He was determined to find this God and do him severe bodily harm.  He continues to search for the Father, but no longer to harm but serve.  

About a month after my husband's accident he returned to work at the Workman Compensation's Doctor's bidding.  He was totally incapable of doing much more than riding around as a passenger while his foreman drove.  Just days after returning to work the company he worked for went bankrupt.  Not only was he without visible means of support, he was too damaged to work.  I can only imagine the fear that faced my husband.  I was too wrapped up in my own problems to care enough to think about where our next pay check would come from.  

The men who worked side by side with my husband quickly came up with a plan to move to New Mexico and start a power line company, which is exactly what they did.  The had my husband fly down to New Mexico and they looked over some heavy equipment that they were considering buying.  He was still in so much pain from his broken back that all he did was lie down in the back seat of a Cadillac while they drove to sites.  He would sit up enough to see the trucks or equipment and say "yes" or "no". What a way to start a business!  Soon we would sell our home, pack up our belongings and head for a new land.  I envisioned cacti, deserts, coyotes and ghost towns.  I would be met with flat, ugly land so unlike our home in Wyoming I would remain ill for two months after arriving.  We again had nothing to tap into for under girding, nothing to lift up our feeble souls.  We faced many other trials along our paths, but would soon have someone meet us more than halfway;  someone who would forever change our lives.  

One Sunday afternoon my husband and daughter were playing on the floor.  We had celebrated Easter and they were enjoying their booty.  My husband had a bucket (Easter) on his head like a helmet.  He was chasing our 2 1/2 year old daughter around the sofa in the living room. There was knock on the door and my husband stood up to answer it.  He had wedged the handle of the bucket so snuggly under his chin that he couldn't get it off.  As hard as he tried it simply wouldn't budge, so he answered the door looking quite comical.  He was upset that someone had interrupted his play with our daughter and was even madder that the silly bucket wouldn't come off.  As he opened the door he was met by two burley men, one tall and blonde, the other medium height but stocky as a bulldog.  They introduced themselves as part of the visitation team from a small church in the area.  They weren't there to invite him to go to church, but wanted to introduce them to their savior, Jesus (Yeshua).  As they spoke the tall blonde gentleman reached over and flipped the handle of the bucket off of my husband's chin.  He invited them in and we all sat and discussed their faith.  My fierce husband melted as they prayed.  He got on his knees and asked for forgiveness from a life's worth of sin.  He asked this Jesus (Yeshua) to become the Lord of his life and wept tears of both sadness and joy.  It would be the true establishment of our home, from which we have never been moved.

That was almost 34 years ago and although we have had our share of trouble and affliction come at our home, we now have an everlasting source of strength and hope.  Storms don't destroy lives, lack of foundation on God's word destroys lives.  You too can press into the word of God and build a bedrock foundation for your home.