54. A New Direction
January 2021 - April 2022Our Final Months at Fernbank
At this point in time, we had lived in our house on Fernbank Drive for 18 ½ years, the longest time in the same home for both Maureen and me, since we were married and in our entire lives. In fact, if you counted a “home” as at least a month in the same place of “abode,” that means we had lived in 17 different homes across the first 12 years of our marriage and family life, prior to moving to Fernbank.
This was where our children had grown up and left home; in fact, it was the only home James remembers. He was just two when we left our prior home in Maple, Texas to come to Houston.
There was much that was good and comfortable and familiar in this house, filled with our things and so many memories. Nonetheless, there was a downside for both Maureen and me, that had become as a great weight sitting upon us.
The primary problem was a leak in the roof, a leak that had begun probably in 2006 or 2007. This leak was at the boundary of the shallow roof over what had once been the outdoor patio and the slope of what had once been the garage, that is, right at the line dividing our dining room from the school room. When we rebuilt the roof after Hurricane Ike in the fall of 2008, I assumed that I was solving the problem. Much to my dismay, the leak continued.
I tried everything I knew over the years, redoing the roof with new coats and new coverings, working on the pipes, chimneys, and air vents, anywhere near the area, redoing the valley. But nothing worked. The leak would move a bit, but it continued.
I know now that the mustiness, and even mold, from the wetting of the interior structure whenever it rained, was a part of my physical weariness. During these months, I had my office in the dining room, and so the leak was several feet in front of me whenever it rained. This was very discouraging.
Then, even though Bill’s generous help enabled us to get the outside of the house into a much better condition, still there was much inside that was unfinished.
Another difficulty was Houston and Harris County. We had loved Houston, and had gone to stores and events all across the Houston area through all these years. But suddenly, with the lockdowns and then the new experimental “jabs” being pushed, Houston and Harris county had turned into a beast to us, a nightmare to escape.
I had talked for several years about selling the house, but nothing ever came of that talk because we had no forward direction, no place which would be our next step in God.
Then, during the first part of March, Maureen and I both knew that it was time to move on to a new place. At this point, James was the only one of our children still at home. Katrina was just moving out into her travel trailer. So we called a friend of ours, Jermaine Freeman, who was a realtor, to come talk to us about selling our home. Jermaine had helped Kyle and Shelbie find and then buy their home in Splendora, and so he seemed the right fit for us. Jermaine is a very gentle man and an excellent realtor. We put our trust in him to take us through this humongous journey.
Jermaine spent the evening of March 13 visiting with us about what it would mean to sell our house. After he left, we were firmly persuaded that it was an overwhelming task and wanted nothing to do with it. That, of course, did not solve anything. After several more days, we agreed that we must prepare to list the house for sale.
You can’t sell, of course, without having a place to go. Here is what I wrote in the letter sent out on April 10.
~~~ We are selling our home. It should be on the market this weekend, and in our area houses are sold within the week. Inflation has pushed up the value of our home nicely, but the money must be parked into an equal value quickly.
This has been our home for over 18 years. Even after a number of efforts to “reduce” in the past, we still have lots of stuff accumulated in a house once filled with children and an over-generous mom and dad. Maureen and I have both gone through the emotional trauma of leaving our “home,” but we believe it is time to sell for several strong reasons.
We have been looking for property in the Splendora, Texas area, near where our son and his wife, Kyle and Shelbie, have purchased property. Two properties we thought would work that were within our price range sold before we could put an offer together. So right now we are continuing to pack, putting everything into storage units. We don't really know at this point where we will end up, but are trusting in God for the right place in the countryside to open up.
Because we will soon have buyers trekking through our house peering into everything, we are extra busy this weekend and thus will not be on the Zoom meeting this Sunday… Thank you for your prayers, that the Lord would continue to show His purposes in our life and take us to that perfect place for a community of Christ to begin. ~~~
On April 17, I wrote: ~~~ We have signed a contract with a buyer for our house and hope to close before the end of April. This is an investor and a cash buyer. I hope to send you another letter within a couple of days in which I will share some things God is speaking to us as we are making this move to - we're not sure where yet. ~~~
Then on April 24, I wrote: ~ The bid for our house was withdrawn and we are back in the market again. Please pray that the right buyer will come and that we will close soon. We have moved most of our belongings to storage units near where our son, Kyle, lives. Every sign is pointing to the fact the we all must be on a country property where we can grow our own food. If anyone wants to join with us, please let me know. We need one another. ~~~
It was quite a job packing up everything. James helped so much with this task, driving load after load up to our storage units in Splendora.
Kyle and Shelbie had invited us to live with them in their spare bedroom until we found the right place for us. Kyle shared his hope that we might even build a small home in the back corner of his property.
Then another buyer came along, also an investor, who wanted to remodel our home and then flip it. I walked him through all the problems, but he was earnest, and his offer was very good, the most we could have hoped to expect.
On May 8, I wrote this: ~~~ We are moving this weekend. We have not yet closed on the sale of our house, but it appears certain, probably sometime this next week. Meanwhile, we are taking the last of our things up to Splendora and will be staying with our son and his wife, Kyle and Shelbie, until we are able to find the right place God has for us. There is no point in looking until we have the down payment for a new property in the bank since you have to move fast in today's market. ~~~
Before closing out this section, I want to mention briefly the course of my writing through these weeks. Through the end of March and the first of April, I wrote Chapters 2 and 3 of Symmorphy VI: Mankind. This was a word of power and glory flowing through me even greater than I knew while writing A Highway for God. By the time we moved to Splendora, the first section of that text was completed.
Then, in the Zoom meetings, we were progressing through the prophets, Isaiah, Jeremiah, Ezekiel, and Daniel.
Moving to Splendora
On May 9th, Maureen and I moved ourselves and our primary stuff, bed and computer desk, up to Splendora to our new “home” with Kyle and Shelbie. We still had a few belongings left in the Fernbank home, which we would remove on the day we closed on the sale.
We were right at three months in Kyle and Shelbie’s home, a very blessed time. Kyle and Shelbie have a large double-wide manufactured home on a wooded acre just east of the small town of Splendora, Texas. Their guest bedroom was larger than our master bedroom at Fernbank and a large bath was just across the hall. They had not used their large dining room, and so that became my office and sitting area, with my easy chair in the corner. It was a very comfortable arrangement.
James was kind of floating, however. He spent awhile on a foamy in Kyle’s office, then he moved into Katrina’s small trailer for a while. Finally, after Maureen and I had moved to our new home, Kyle and Shelbie offered James the guest room, where he remained for several months.
The closing on the sale of the Fernbank house went well, on May 19. Suddenly, we had a significant sum in the bank (for a brief time) and the burden of that house was lifted from our shoulders. In myself, I blessed the man who bought our home, that he would prosper in his endeavor. He did. After completely remodeling everything, he sold it a few months later for $90,000 more than the good price he had paid us. I have not wanted to look at the house or any pictures of the changes since. I just leave it all in the peace of the Lord.
We paid off most of our debts, including helping out our children a bit, but we kept carefully a significant sum for a down payment on a new place and for the establishment of a new life there. Because we now had that down payment, we could search for a new home in earnest.
The problem was that this period of time was a seller’s market; houses everywhere were purchased within a few days of coming on the market. That meant you could not take time to decide. If you found a suitable place, you had to sign a contract quickly, or it would be sold to someone else.
On May 17, a Monday, Maureen’s father, Claude Mack, passed away. On May 21, I sent out this note in my letter.
~~~ Maureen's father, Brother Claude Mack, passed away this last Monday. He was ready to go and his passing was not unexpected. For that reason, we are heading to Lubbock today for the funeral on Saturday and will be there over the weekend. I am so glad that I have given an account of my relationship with Claude over the decades and placed it all into Jesus. Of hearing his passing, my only mental picture of him remains his warm smile to our grandson, Gabriel. That is the only Claude I now know.
We closed on the sale of our house on Wednesday and the money is in the bank. That whole passage is completed, having taken a full two months. We both know that it was entirely of the Lord and that He will lead us forward from here. We are staying at Kyle and Shelbie's house for the interim. The Fernbank address is no longer ours. ~~~
Maureen flew to Lubbock, so that she could spend more time there. I rode with Kyle and Shelbie in their pickup, and James and Katrina drove up together. We arrived Friday in the night. The memorial service was Saturday afternoon. Claude’s brothers were there and many other family members as well as many from the move community in Lubbock.
It was a wonderful memorial service, very blessed and fitting, and very family. Afterwards we had a buffet dinner at Lois’s church. Many from the move community were there as well, including Brother Joe McCord. Brother Joe was slowly succumbing to old-age difficulties and I could not understand his words to me. Nonetheless, he was quite spry and filled with joy and excitement. I knew he was speaking of my books and was quoting me, and the joy in his expression to me was very encouraging.
We returned to the Houston area Sunday afternoon.
By the end of May, we had located a lovely property for sale in Shepherd, Texas, about twenty miles north of Splendora. Even though it was in the city limits, it was still countryside. The house was smaller, but comfortable, and the property was beautiful. We made an offer and the offer was accepted. Thus we began working through the financing side of things, a task that took two months, but in which we were helped very capably by Jermaine Freeman.
Continuing in Splendora
During the last week of May and then the first week of June, while we were with Kyle and Shelbie, I wrote two chapters of this life story, “Asperger’s and Bankruptcy” and “A Vision of God.” Contrary to what I had imagined, writing the recent years of my story has been more difficult than the earlier years, and there are longer gaps in-between.
It would be September before I could continue this account.
Through June and July, I wrote voraciously in Symmorphy VI: Mankind, from “Being Symmorphic” to “Made from Victory.”
Kyle and Shelbie had wanted a patio deck on the back side of their house since they had moved there. Maureen and I turned the money we were now saving by not paying mortgage and electric bills towards the materials needed for this deck. I had gotten some exercise from packing and moving our stuff to the storage units, but I knew that needed to continue.
It was hot summer; so I went out just at sunrise for an hour or so each morning and built the large patio deck for them. Kyle helped some, but he also drove down to San Jacinto College regularly to teach his electrical courses. This bit of regular exercise helped me a lot, with no longer being in a musty environment all the time also contributing to some renewed strength.
It took some time of back and forth with our mortgage agent to finally obtain the financing for the property in Shepherd. Then, it seemed to us that the seller had chosen a poor title company, because there were many more delays. Our move would not happen until August.
Although I was no longer “dreaming” about community, I was very much excited about gardening. I especially wanted to plant a permaculture “food forest,” that is, an orchard with many companion plants surrounding each fruit tree. The property in Shepherd seemed well-suited for this. I had to be careful, however, that I not buy things dependent on our closing on that property. Garden seeds we would need regardless, and so I happily ordered a whole bunch of garden seeds.
I also thought that it would be fun and hopefully profitable to attempt a food forest nursery business. I was mulling over these possibilities. I was concerned about world economics, including the supply-chain problems and empty shelves in the stores. I developed a full list of all the things we hoped to do with the new property and what needed to be purchased. The interior of the house was finished nicely, but there was much outside work that would need to be done. The moment we closed on the property, I wanted to turn our money into tangible things before it might be lost.
In the first week of July, Maureen and I went early one morning to Morehead Blueberry farm between New Caney and The Woodlands. This is some twenty acres of blueberry bushes in a beautiful setting in the sandy lowlands of the San Jacinto river, surrounded all the way around by a wall of pine trees. This was u-pick for our own enjoyment of blueberries.
It was an unusual day for a Houston summer, completely overcast and a light drizzle; it felt just like I was back home in Oregon. I am a berry picker, and we went right at it. After about an hour, when we took our full buckets up to the front, the owner laughed with us, for we had picked more in that short time than any “newcomers” he had experienced – over $90 worth. In fact, because of the long freeze the winter before, this was his most abundant crop in years.
As we drove away, I felt an energy flowing all through me like I had not known in years. I realized that being outside in the cool morning with my feet on the ground and my hands in the blueberry bushes had given me something important I had been missing. I had already determined that our food forest would focus primarily on different varieties of fig trees and blueberry bushes. As we drove along, suddenly, the name for our new place popped into my mind – The Blueberry Fig.
Soon after, Maureen came up with the catch-phrase – “A Food Forest Family.”
On July 25, I added this note to the beginning of my regular letter.
~~~ At this point in our saga in-between, having sold our home of 18 years and waiting to close on a new home, we are still waiting on a survey that must happen before we can sign the papers and the new place becomes ours. At this point, that survey is the only thing lacking. It is supposed to happen on Thursday, but we'll see. The Lord did speak to me that He is taking care of everything, and He has laid on me the necessity of not thinking otherwise.
Meanwhile, Maureen and I are doing all that would be wise before the closing in preparation for our new property. Once we do close, I will become very busy. And this is good, for it seems as if this new place is a fresh start for me. Digging and planting and eating from a new garden can only be healthy for me. ~~~
The Zoom Fellowship
Through the summer, I continued writing the flow of the middle parts of Symmorphy VI: Mankind. In the Zoom meetings, we finished the Old Testament series, After My Heart, on July 18, with Malachi.
At this point, I would normally have started a new series, but I did not have a topic that resonated with me in the present moment. I did have three uncompleted writing assignments, my life story, A Highway for God, and The Jesus Secret II. I realized that I could use the need to create something new for the Zoom meeting each week as my incentive to finish A Highway for God first. I had been stuck for some time at Chapter 45 “Our Five Superpowers.”
This approach worked really well, and so I continued until we had completed A Highway for God in October. Sharing my present writing with the Zoom fellowship gave it a spark that I had not had before. I also included occasional lessons from Mankind in the Zoom meetings.
Although our connections on Zoom are limited, we had, by this time, come to know one another in Spirit and by face. Our fellowship was maturing – specifically in the sharing together of our prayers for the sake of the Church. I continued to be convinced that God had appointed our little gathering to impact the entire Church in this present season of the unveiling of Jesus Christ and of completion.
I want to share briefly concerning each one who joined together in this fellowship and what they mean to me.
Peter Douglas, of Glen Cove, New York, is a gentle and encouraging man, always lifting others up. Pete often expresses his gratitude for the things Jesus has enabled me to share. He has the grace of shepherding and has led the Zoom fellowship times when I was absent. Karen Leigh, of Cape Town, South Africa, is deeply anointed of the Lord and often has good things to share alongside of whatever I have shared. She often shares of how she also has placed the Lord Jesus upon her life as I have shown. The changes that have come for her are among the most encouraging things that give me strength.
Lanny Gao, from Athens, Georgia, is an eager drinker of every word I share. The intensity of her face draws the word from me in strength. She cares for an autistic child and has known great pain as a mother. She expresses how wonderful it is to her to know that all of her difficulty is God through her. Rachelle Ross, from North Carolina, is a quieter person. I know she has carried great difficulty in her life, as have we all. It is such life to me to see her face, sometimes lined with sorrow, turn to such joy at the end of each session.
Christopher Küttner, of central-west Germany, often shares in the fellowship time. I have been really blessed by his perception of the Spirit. He often mirrors the word that I share back to us. Bill Horton, of Atwood, Kansas, no longer has a working computer for him to be in the face-to-face, but he is usually there on the phone with Pete Douglas to be part of our sharing and prayers. Bill is always a cheerful giver.
Phyliss Smith, from Dickson, Tennessee often joins with us by calling me on the phone. I then place my phone in-between my microphone and speaker so that she can be very much a part of our fellowship. It means a lot to me how Phyliss has embraced the word I share in the knowledge of God. Maureen joins with us whenever she is at home of a Sunday morning when she is not working, about half the time. I do much better with my wife at my side; I expect God for the day soon to come when Maureen can be with me in the services all the time.
Dennis Rhodes, of Western Australia, has joined with us occasionally, but it is typically 11 PM for him and thus late at night. Willie Van der Hoek, of Queensland, Australia, joined with us for a short while, but it is 1 AM for her, and she was not able to continue. She joins often with some of the others for fellowship during her day time. Willie often communicates personally with me. She is one who understands what I teach in applying Christ Jesus to her own life. A few others have joined us for brief visits from time to time.
We are a small group, of no consequence in the church let alone in the world. We share the desire to know the Father through knowing Jesus Sent into us. Each one has embraced for themselves, not only union with Christ, but also the revelation of Jesus Christ through us into our world.
I am confident that our prayers are changing the heavens all around our brethren in this world. I am confident that God is using us for His purposes and desire.
Moving to Cherry Creek Drive in Shepherd, Texas
We finally closed on our new home on Monday, August 2. I took a cot up on Tuesday so that I could begin preparing the place for our move. Maureen couldn’t stand not being there with me, and so by Friday evening, she joined me in a make-shift setup. Lois and Jessica drove down that next week to help. The only inside painting to be done was our master bedroom. The three sisters accomplished that together. Finally, we were able to move up our bedroom furniture permanently.
Our time with Kyle and Shelbie was wonderful. We were able to get to know Shelbie a lot more, and she us. I marveled as I watched them, for I saw just how much Kyle loves Shelbie with tender affection and regard. Our departure did seem rather abrupt; we were not really “ready to go.’ But it is better to move on when things are a blessing; that is not something I have known very often in my life.
Our move to Shepherd is what I am calling “A New Direction.” As such, I am bringing to an end the ongoing account of the active part of our life. I do want to share with you pictures of our wonderful new place, though, and a brief account of what we are accomplishing here. In fact, I will show one picture as it was when we bought it, alongside of pictures as it is today, in October of 2022. Then, I will continue with the flow of the Word through me until September of 2022.
A view of our house before we bought it.
Maureen and I love our new place all the time. It is such peace to me every time I step outside to do this or that, or even just to walk around. Maureen feels like she is driving home to “vacation” every evening.
Let’s begin with our new property layout. The property is just under 1.5 acres. We have a very wide ditch area, sometimes deep, which we hope eventually to make a native Texas flower preserve. Note the North-South line. You can see that no line on the property follows the N-S line, neither do the lines of the property correspond to each other. This makes for a very interesting layout. In fact, I have drawn up large sketches of each portion of the property; it contains many unique areas, most of which we have given some sort of name.
The house is about 2/3 of the way up the slope from the road and the yard then slopes on up to the shop, which is not quite at the highest level. The upper orchard is peach and persimmon trees with a hedge of elderberry bushes along the ditch and property line. The blueberry patch has 17 bushes at present with 7 varieties. There is space for up to 8 more bushes, which will include additional varieties. There are 12 fig trees in the lower orchard, in 7 varieties, along with apple, pear, and plum trees. I am putting in a thick hedge along the property line of edible plants of many kinds, pomegranates and hibiscus, goji and goumi berries, blackberries and muscadine grapes, and so on. There are more pomegranates between the big tree(s) and the house. The “big tree” is a huge oak alongside a very large magnolia. The oak dwarfs the magnolia, however. If I were younger, there would be a treehouse high up in the oak.
There are about 18 magnolia trees on the property, some quite large. There are a similar number of oak trees of various sizes, three kinds of oak. There are a “weed” species of laurel trees, which I will replace.
The garden beds are a work in progress. I have 9 in place now, including a lovely asparagus bed. The beds are typically 3.5 by 18 feet. I hope to double their number as time goes on. I have found that I must do battle against the moles and the leaf-cutter ants in order to have food crops survive. We are putting in an herb garden just above the front porch of the house.
I find that I can work around ten hours a week, plus or minus. During the hot summer days, I go out just after the sun comes up. In the evenings, we usually let the chickens out to forage for a little while. They’re always ready to go back in as the sun goes down.
Here are two pictures, opposite corners of our house outside as it presently is.
We have planted climbing roses that will go up over the trellis. You can see how comfortable and spacious our front patio is. I put the greenhouse on the southeast side of the house in the fall and then enclosed the back porch and opened it to the greenhouse in the early spring. It’s a wonderful feeling to step out the laundry room door into the back porch/greenhouse, especially when it’s cold out. I built a new potting bench situated on the back porch.
Here are two pictures on the inside of the house, our living and dining areas.
It is so very comfortable. You can see things that are entirely me and other things that are entirely Maureen, yet they are woven all together beautifully. I’ve always liked a home that feels lived in. My office where I write is in the back right corner of the living area. My easy chair is at the bottom right of the same picture. There is a large opening between these two rooms; I am standing in nearly the same spot as I take the pictures.
Finally, here are two pictures from the street, looking up across the orchards and gardens.
On the left is the lower orchard. There are several small fig trees if you look closely. You can also see the beginnings of our hedge. Up the slope are the garden beds. On the right you can see across to the blueberry patch among and just above the pine trees. The big tree is on the left of the picture, the one closer to the house.
Through August and September we purchased most of the things we would need to work on our new place. I was concerned we might not be able to acquire things in the future with the supply-chain issues taking place. We did very little on the inside of the house except that Kyle improved our lighting. He also ran power up to the shop, which made it a comfortable place to work.
The insulation was poor. James helped us blow a thick blanket of insulation into the attic. Proper drainage was non-existent, all the water from above the house and the roof flowed under the house, especially when it rained hard. This had caused the side of the house facing the road to drop by more than four inches. I bought what I needed to pour a deep footer and jack up the house, but that has not happened yet. Meanwhile I have done a lot of work diverting all waters so that nothing ever flows under the house. I have mostly succeeded, but there is still more to do with that project. I also began setting up the gutters into a rain-water collection system for watering our plants. That’s about half done, but I am finishing it now.
In September of 2021, we had a company cut down several trees in order to open up more sunshine onto the garden beds and orchards. To cut costs, I had them just leave the mess, which we have slowly cleaned up with Katrina’s help over the months. We rented a large chipper to turn the branches into mulch for our food forest and sawed much of the logs into firewood, with a lot more to go. The place is mostly cleaned up now, which is nice. We were able to purchase a nice mower and can now keep the grass and weeds trimmed.
But planting my trees and bushes has been the most fun. My nursery ideas have developed slowly, but if commerce continues, I believe that we can make some income starting next year with online sales of food forest plants. I am learning to propagate, though that’s not as easy as it sounds.
As I left behind my propensity to dream about community, and especially, to think about what “my next step” might be, I have found ever more the favor of God showing itself in our lives. We can say, with all joy and quiet certainty, “God is good, all the time.”
A Fall of Sharing Life with God
On September 11, 2021, I sent out the third lesson of Chapter 14 "The Proving of Christ" in Symmorphy VI: Mankind, titled “Sharing Life with God,” and on September 18, “Father Among Us.” The months of this autumn season of 2021 were truly a joy for me daily as I knew God my Father sharing my life with me every moment. – Joy unspeakable and filled with glory.
In October, I included the book of James for The Jesus Secret II in the Zoom meetings, and then continued on to finish A Highway for God. I did not have the printed copy of A Highway for God, however, until January 20, 2022. It was a long book and took a lot of work. As soon as the print copy was ready, I sent copies out to a number of readers.
It was the first week of November before I finally returned to the next chapter of my life story, “Sealed in the Storm.” This was the beginning of some of the more difficult relational experiences in the sharing of this present word. God had to bring me to a place of confidence in Him before I could share some of those things. I also wrote “Time to Turn Around” by the end of November.
On November 14, we began the most wondrous series of teaching thus far in the Zoom meetings, titled Studies in John. The outward purpose was that I would share the thinking processes through which I created each next page in The Jesus Secret II, along with filling in the boxes for the page. The first lesson was “I Have the Right to Be a Son of God.”
This approach increased the immediacy and fire of my writing inside The Jesus Secret II pages. At the same time, it involved our fellowship together in the flow of God. This is not from “me”; rather, it is God through us together.
Through December, then, I was continuing with the final third of Symmorphy VI: Mankind in my Christ our Life letters, and the first chapters of John’s gospel in the Zoom meetings.
Early Spring of 2022
On January 1, 2022, I did not have anything from Symmorphy VI: Mankind written to send out, and so I shared the lesson titled “I Eat His Flesh” from the Zoom fellowship in my Christ Our Life letter. That was a one-off until March when I had brought Mankind to near completion and I switched over fully to sending out Studies in John each Sunday morning in my letter.
I paused the completion of Mankind, then, in March, with only Chapter 28 and the review to go. I wanted to wait to write “A Final Definition” until I had the chance to go through the entire course. Meanwhile, I was determined to finish this account of my life, a process that is only now coming to completion this October of 2022.
I wrote A Season of Symmorphy I in January, but was not able to write A Season of Symmorphy II until the first part of July, 2022. Then it was another long wait until I wrote these final chapters in August through October, now. This is my last chapter to write.
These chapters, and especially, “A New Altar,” were the most difficult of all the chapters of my life for me to share, for inside of them is found the Fire and the Altar of God, the meaning and purpose of my entire life story.
Finally, by the end of March, our Studies in John’s Gospel had brought us to “Jesus Is Planted inside of Me.” This was the season of Passover. Through April, then, we entered into the upper room and John 14. I was now sending out only Studies in John in my Christ Our Life letter.
On April 17, I shared “I Live inside of Jesus.” Through that next week, as I was writing “Jesus Lives inside of Me,” the words of God’s next step for His Church came flowing onto my page, inside the little box titled “The Way.” Even as I considered the meaning of what I wrote, God took me into an experience of Completion inside of Him, a knowing of All Word Fulfilled.
The flow of the wonder of God’s completion from Passover to Tabernacles, 2022, is the topic of my final chapter, “All That I Am.”