UNREACHABLE/UNTEACHABLE

Sensitive Child (google)

     Once, there was a little boy named, Michael. He was such a sweet little boy. Sensitive, most would call him...because the harm of anyone or anything brought him to tears. Of course, this got him ousted from anything that was supposed to be "boyish" in nature. Classmates called him "cry baby and sissy." His teachers and parents tried to help him, but only made it worse. He sat by the same tree, everyday, on the playground, at recess time. No friends, no support, no one to help him...adjust, to a very cruel world.
      One day, a new student came, and the teacher led the boy right to Michael saying, "I think you two will be great friends. Michael was so excited to have a friend. On the first day, Jake invited him to hang out with him after school. Michael stopped by has house, introduced his new friend, got permission, and he and Jake went wondering along the street. Everything seemed so wonderful...a godsend, many said. What they didn't know is that Jake's dad was a pedophile. His dad used Jake to bring in victims. Jake left his new friend with his dad. The abuse went on for 2 years, until the day, Michael's Mom had an emergency and had to pick up Michael at Jake's house. She didn't get an answer at the door, so she went on in, and discovered him "in the act." She grabbed her son and said to Jake's dad, "You better get your ass out of this town, because my husband will come back with a gun."
     That day was never spoken of, no prosecution of the man who left "suddenly." Misunderstanding shrouded the whole event. Jake's Mom believed that Michael's Mom was having an affair with her husband, and she ran him off. Michael's Mom believed her son was "funny." Jake....he knew that his Mom would go looking for his dad and the cycle would begin again. Jake was used to it. The system worked for him.

Lying Parents (google)

     Michael never received counseling for the abuse. He grew up and shut up. He gave up on being rescued or understood by anyone on that pivotal day in his life. Adults were nothing or no one. They just used their power and authority to rule over children who just wanted to be loved. On that day, he calculated the days remaining until he would leave home, 'cause when he did, he would not look back. He was incredibly smart and intuitive. He knew what he needed to make his break, free and clear. He knew he needed a job to earn a living, but he would be under no man's authority. He was aware of the world system, taxes, bills, etc. His plan was to be a "handyman/wanderer." He would never have a family or children to be abused, misunderstood and lied to. Nope...he needed no one!
      In all the lonely hours, Michael realized he was incredibly talented in woodwork and artistry. He had a secret place, under the house where he kept his supplies and productions. When he was 17, he began taking his daddy's truck two towns over to sell his work to a business owner who swore he would never reveal the identity of the young man. Michael never gave his name, and the owner didn't know him. For that matter, who was to say Michael was the creator? By the time he graduated high school, Michael had enough money to buy his father's truck and strike out on his own.
      He bought 10 acres of land by the river, built himself a cabin, and was known in town as a "Carpenter/Handyman." No one knew just how talented he was and the extraordinary gift he was hiding. As Love would have it, Michael met and fell deeply in love with a single mom who had a "sensitive" child like he had been. Oh, he put up quite a fight, but Michael loved Shirley with all of his heart...except that, hidden part. Michael didn't want anymore children, so afraid of not being a good dad, but Shirley was a "fertile Myrtle" and got pregnant right away. They had a little girl. Michael was enamored with her. She was so cute...and well, Jake (Shirley's son) was so annoying. Michael really disliked Jake, but he couldn't figure out why. He began thinking that he was a horrible man.

The Accusation (google)

     Shirley, who was a psychiatrist, suggested that he begin counseling with her coworker. Michael was put off by such a suggestion, thinking, "Here we go again. I married a woman who hasn't put together that I HATE...the system?" Years have a funny way of stacking a lot of life on top of tragedy. At first, Michael protested, but after a week of tossing and turning in bed, grumping around, and not being able to get to the "itch" in his subconscious, he agreed to attend ONE session.
      Michael came in to Dr Tong's office and was immediately, 12 again. You see, Jake grew up, got his doctorate in Psychology because he wanted to understand the brokenness of his father. Oh, he changed his last name, when he was adopted by his very rich, affluent, also abusive father. This man, was an expert at what he did. Jake was no longer "safe" from the sickness. Their was nowhere for him to run. Who would listen? His adoptive dad "owned" the town and no adult would speak against him. Besides, how kind it was of he and his wife to take in the little urchin. He dare not be ungrateful of speak a word against them if he knows what is good for him.
      Michael was very uncomfortable as all the memories came flooding back. He managed to get up to leave, when Dr. Tong said, "Good seeing you again." Michael left all behind and never looked back.
       Moral of the story: All authority has been given by God. When you can accept that, then you are teachable.

THE MEANING

I began this journey, long ago
With my companion, my friend
We've had a hellacious time
Especially, when I found it hard to bend

I thought I loved him
Til I began slinging accusations
The worst sort of slime
Hit and slid off him, with no reaction

His clothing was never affected 
Oh, but His HEART...it bled
Spilling its contents
Where sin had fed

We came through that
And I too, had a robe
He said no one could remove it
But it comes with a load

Immediately, my smile went straight
Looking at the rocky road ahead
He's a man, with no load
And I, a woman, not wanting to be led

The bond of blood, pulls me forward
Peace boots feel the rocks
I know I have to be teachable
But its easier with a pair of CROCS

At first, I was strong and young
The wood was easy and light
But the closer we came to
The Meaning, my heart brought up a fight

I saw it from afar, and I knew
He means to slay my flesh
I need to lay down
And enter into my final rest

My life's accomplishments
Paraded before my eyes
Glory in self
Built on haughty lies

None of it was me, no one knew
This man, alone, found my soul
He restored and delivered
A diamond out of a chunk of coal

I saw it and hid it as fast as I could
Thinking it would be greatly desired
But if no one sees the testimony
How can they know I've come outta the fire

When I rose up off of that altar
And I saw my companion's face
The MEANING of His LOVE
Took Self-Preservation's place

Now, I walk without fear
Loving instead of feeling lack
I'm His Daughter, eternally
Enjoying His gifts, without pulling them back

Like the wind, feel and let it go
So that meaning doesn't snag the flow
The true gift is that My Love has cared enough
To let His devotion show.


Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-21-2016

LOOKING FOR MY LOVE

Where is that Wild One
Who wisps upon me...in my bed
Tearing up systems of fear
Pressing me til I'm dead

I swear...I just saw Him
Hidden in the skin of my frienemy
Inviting me to squeeze love
Until His compassion is perfect in me

There, by that tree of life
Light zinged the apex of my soul
Slicing off offending parts
Grafting wood to make me whole

Shhh! Listen to the tinkling, sprinkling, linking of love chains

I should have ran, far from His
Voice...oh, the sound of His voice
I could no more make a move AWAY
Even if that were my only choice (depicts difference)

I dare not lift my head
To view the display of His Love...canvassed on His sky
What's the point of turning up the head
To ponder the reasons why

He chooses....that's it....He chooses...me
I am His Beloved, and He is Mine
No, I will not share Him with you
His Circle has slain my line

Come, My Love, let me smell your neck
I am soft and pliable for instruction
I have yielded to your WAY
Though it bring my flesh to destruction

I'm ok with suffering in this world
As long as I rise with you in yours
The hope in me grows ever upward
Going through open windows and doors

Deeper and deeper into your love I go
Searching for the places in me, where love refuses to grow


Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-19-2016

The Fig Tree

Cursing the Fig Tree (google)

     I am such a question girl. If something doesn't make sense, to me, it's an open invitation to sit at my Savior's Feet and be taught. So, today, the Holy Spirit brings up The Fig Tree. He asks, "Don't you have a question about it, concerning the discovery of 'witchcraft,' and how that the healing of the Invalid for 38 years was an answer to a question in the Garden?" Well, yes, I believe I do. So I asked, "Why did you curse the fig tree? It wasn't time for fruit...yet?" The Holy Spirit led me to Genesis 3, where we see The Fig Tree for the first time.
     Eve had just engaged the serpent in conversation, answering for God in a subject matter she didn't have first hand experience. That, in an of itself, is extremely important. In the practice of the law, 2nd hand reports are considered "hearsay." End of story. Kinda like a false prophet, speaking for God, speaks "heresy." Was it because she didn't have the "correct" information that she made the choice to "touch" and then "eat" the fruit?" Uh, no...cause you see, the man, was standing right next to her, and could have corrected her at any point in time...but hold up, did it say that the man "saw" the serpent or "spoke" to the serpent? Uh, no, the man, only interacted with the woman. That, in and of itself, tells us a boat load. The couple hadn't been "intimate (into me see)" for a bit...so just a "bite" would do, dontchya think?
     Immediately, after they disobeyed, they had more than enough time to repent. How do we know? They sewed themselves coverings out of fig leaves...hmm. Doesn't that spark another question? Why fig leaves? I would think that there were more adequate coverings than fig leaves, and what did they sew with...needles and thread? Here's my theory based on what I know about "movement." It takes a great deal of walking/persevering with the Holy Spirit to cause "movement" in the spirit world. Like the womb, the fetus is always moving and growing, but movement can't be felt until along about the 14th to 16th week...earlier for 2nd time moms. The reason for the fig leaves, was because they were standing in the exact spot of their disobedience, not sure how to precede. Rather than humble themselves and repent, in the form of a cry to Daddy God, the exalted place from where they thought they had ascended, rendered them powerless, shamed, and fearful...but not in fear of God, but this death thing Daddy God said would be their punishment.

Fig Tree Covering (google)

     I recall a time, when one of my boys had a flutaphone he was in love with, always carrying it around and and tooting on it. Apparently, it was perfectly acceptable to hold it by the mouth piece while tinkling in the potty...uh, ooops, the bell piece fell into the toilet. without thinking, he quickly flushed the toilet to cover up his mistake. That led to removing the toilet, replacing the gasket, a very angry dad, and hopefully a lesson to confess mistakes rather than hide them. We all gotta struggle with something, but hiding mistakes is a difficult one to deal with because it denies that just by being created, an individual is under the authority of The Creator, for the growing up of Love.
      Ok, now, we are going to move to a scripture that jumped out to me. I don't know how many of you are aware that the Hebrews cried out to God for a King, and well, why not? When you are already in disobedience, intermingling with those who refuse to live under the authority of God, why not, at least, look like you are interested in negotiations with the authority by saying, "Hey, can we have a king too...we are the only ones without one. In Judges 9:10-11, it says, "Then the trees said to the fig tree, 'You come reign over us!' But the fig tree said to them, 'Shall I leave my sweetness and my good fruit, and go to wave over the trees?'" Wow, If that one doesn't jolt you into sober minded thinking, lets try one more. In Hosea (Prophet who was instructed to marry the Whore)2:12, "I will destroy her vines and fig trees, of which she said, 'These are my wages which my lovers have given me.And I will make them a forest, and the beasts of the field will devour them.'"

Sixth Seal (google)

     So, now we come to it. The reason Jesus cursed the Fig Tree in Matthew was because He was addressing the heart problem that originated in the Garden. Any person who tries to produce fruit in season without acknowledging that he/she is not without authorship, is cursed and will never see God with Pride. God resists the proud. Why? Pride says, "I can cover my own nakedness and I will not bow to the One who doesn't allow me alllllll choices. I choose to be Authority."
      On a final note, Revelation speaks again of the Fig Tree. I am not appointed to the office of Prophet; however, the Holy Spirit has gifted me with every gift necessary to interpret His Word with Wisdom. He gives me charts, etc, but relationship along with the clear, in the right direction flow of my heart to the Throne, and The oil to my heart, it still essential. I had an encounter whereby the Holy Spirit ordered my thinking concerning the events coming in quick succession. First, I ran ahead, leaned down to an old friend in a church service, and whispered, "There are demons in here." As I whispered the words, authority zoned in on me. I ran back toward the open door, passing Three Horsemen (red, black, and pale) riding up into the church to execute judgment. Then when I passed through the door, I saw a creature who represents "New Beginning."
I believe the sixth seal was open in August 2015...huge meteor shower....
    Check this out, there are many earthquakes, non stop, all over the world, but it takes the Spirit of God to put something together for us with Wisdom. A 6.5 Earthquake hit Solomon Island on Santa Isabel Islands on August 12th. If you keep up with Astrology, a meteor shower flooded the earth August 12th-13th. Numbers and Names mean so much. Six (Marriage/Family), Five (Ministry/Work), Solomon (peace), Isabel (my God is an oath/abundance). When we look at Revelation, we must never see it as events, or something to be "studied." Jesus says we are blessed if we "know and understand," meaning, Love clothes us with Wisdom to walk. Revelation is a knowing of Jesus, but He is in charge of how and when He reveals Himself and to whom. He looks on the heart. Walk with Him; He is so much fun to KNOW.

ANCIENT WORD/NEW DEFINITION

Pool of Bethesda (google)

     I began yesterday, thinking, I would clean the house. Nothing turned out as planned. Instead, I rediscovered John in the Bible. Did you know that it was originally believed that Andrew wrote the book, and well, why not...the first 4 disciples chosen, according to the book, were Andrew, Peter, Philip and Nathanael. Where's John? So many discoveries, but I must stay focused. Immediately following the Miraculous Sign #2 of speaking The Word and the official's son was healed in the 7th (rest/sabbath) hour, he goes to Bethesda. Numbers, location, etc. all have meaning in the Bible.
    That being said, the Holy Spirit gave me a guide on #'s to interpret His Word...but not apart from His Spirit. Meaning, even though I have a chart, which orders my thinking, I still need the Holy Spirit to be Wisdom in order to understand in a way that is applicable to extending Love. That being said, first, there were 5 covered collanades. We have heard that the # 5 is the number of Grace. The chart given to me has meaning for Spirit/Natural, because they have two different flow directions. Everything originates in the Spirit, which is poured on us as oil/anointing. Our flow is water, with open, palm up hand, drink offering toward Jesus....see the Circle? Again not trying to get side tracked.
     So, the #5 is (Ministry/Work), and the fact that column/collanades hold up the building, and that they are covered is very important. The next # we see in Chapter 5 is that the man had been an invalid for 38 years. We have to break down the number to get the meaning. Here it is: 3 (War/Battle) x 10 (Law/Commandments) + 8 (New Beginning/Circumcision). So, what The Word is telling us is that the War/Battle, from the beginning, is with the Law/Commandments, and in order to have a New Beginning/Circumcision is required. The problem with man was not physical. How do we know? The only time Jesus "commands" is when demons are involved...why? Because obedience is immediate bowing to His will. Oh, and isn't it cool that the pool was near...not at....just near the Sheep Gate? He asks him, in vs 6, "Do you want to get well?" That, by the way, is a requirement for all who are vexed by demons. What's the point if they don't want to get well?
     The man's answer was a bit shocking...yet very familiar. Vs.7, "Sir," the invalid replied, "I have no one to help me into the pool when the water is stirred. While I am trying to get in, someone else goes ahead of me." Go back to Genesis 3:12, "The man said, 'The woman you put here with me - she gave me some fruit from the tree, and I ate it." Then, as we know, the woman blamed the serpent...Who does The Word address in discipline first? The serpent, yes. So, he did with the invalid. He said, vs 8 (New Beginning/Circumcision), "Get up! Pick up your mat and walk." Without hesitation, vs 9 says, "At once the man was cured; he picked up his mat and walked."

Using herbs for health (google)

     Now one would suppose after 38 years, there would be dancing and rejoicing, but no. Instead, he was met by "Law/Commandments," who said, in vs 10 ( such perfection), "It is the Sabbath; the law forbids you carry your mat." His reply, "The man who made me well said to me, 'Pick up your mat and walk.'" Really? Did the man who just got healing from The Word just accuse him? Why? Why would anyone have a response like that? It gets worse. They wanted to know who it was, cause Jesus had slipped away from the crowd. In vs 14, it says, "...See, you are well again. Stop sinning or something worse may happen to you." Anytime Jesus "sees" someone, it means He sees them naked/greatest lack/door hinge. So, the fact that he is well again, means, the demons came back...but here's a second, and last chance.
     If you are floored by this, no, no, check this out. The next verse says, "The man went away and told the Jews that it was Jesus who had made him well. No, my friends, that is not a testimony. It is an accusation. So, yesterday, I saw the word WITCHCRAFT in a whole different light. The simplest definition is this: Taking in/Receiving the Gift of God through obedience, then using it to accuse God." This is why Rebellion is AS the sin of Witchcraft.
     Before we become self righteous, I will give my own personal experience. In 2008, after I had experienced complete restoration from D.I.D. and deliverance from demonic influences, the Holy Spirit invited me to crush my "Box of Behaviors" that had kept me safe for so long....from looking like a whore, a broken, needy person, uneducated, etc. Man, I was really into "looking right." When I did, I agreed to walk with Desire without contempt or self loathing. I listened closely, for a good long while, and shut out others who accused me of doing it all wrong. I don't know what changed the direction of my heart, but I decided I was entitled to know Passion NOW! I entered into rebellion against God, angry that I could never have a 50 year wedding anniversary, those grand family dinners, etc....all because of His Love...ugh!!!

Missing the Pt. (google)

     I got myself so deep into rebellion, that Jesus had to bring me to a home of my own. I could have stayed at Restoration Village and been a great help to them, but my choices brought Jesus to discipline me with mercy. My home has been a training ground for 6 yrs and 2 months. I committed Witchcraft. Thank God that there is nowhere I can go that He isn't. I am so different as a result of His mercy and constant discipline. When I put my foot in the stirrup of the High Horse, He is faithful to bring me to remembrance, not shame, and immediately, I'm on a Shetland, riding with humility and gratitude.
     A practical thing to do is ask Jesus, "Am I practicing Witchcraft with any and all gifts you have given me? Did you give me a gift and I am using it to make myself feel better? In my dissatisfaction of your provision for me, am I accusing you?" It's always the heart that God is after. Here's another zinger...The Bible is allllll about Territory. Does God have free reign in His territory, bought by the blood of His Son, rather you are in agreement or not? The answer is in I Cor. 13...love is not self seeking, it doesn't demand its own way.  If Love is not serving Love, then it is lust and it is not God. God is love.