Tax Time and Purim

May my note find you in peace with your fellow man and with God. Tomorrow, we will be doing our taxes once again. Since the people cried for a KING.. in the Old Testament, instead of crying to God, we got our share of slavery to man..we got our kings..  giving Cesar what is due to Cesar and giving to God what belongs to God. I can't tell you how tiring this is. God give us wisdom as a country, and individually, so we know the best plan of action for our families. Of course, getting out of the MATRIX would be ideal, not having to pay for water, food, or shelter, or taxes. After all in the old testament everyone had their gardens/ goats and sheep's, and mud huts. Foxes had holes, but Jesus had no place to rest His head.
It is going to be very different very soon. The first will be last, and the last will be first. I am so longing for the day when we are restored and in His presence.
Once again, I sent my husband to visit Deborah's grave, once again her birthday on March 14th is around the corner. I am almost paralyzed, and cannot stand the thought of yet another cake without her that her sisters will surely buy. Her cat sat on my stomach last night, and stretched out on top of Deborah's quilt. It must have sensed my agony. I remembered how she told me she loved me two times before she left for work that day. Her black attire did not even register. Black leggins and a black hoody. She was picked up by the lady she worked for for many years in the blue Volkswagen Bug, and after a wave, they were out of sight. It would be closer to 10 that evening we would find out that she was missing, and that after work she headed for the Patullo Bridge. My blog, called 'not one more suicide' truly is an indicator of how raw this deed is, and how no family should be the survivors of their loved ones leaving like this. However, sadly, after more than 2 years of writing, suicide and mental health are at the forefront of our news each day. An illness like cancer or worse takes over and begs the life of a human by the whispers of ending their pain. As Purim approaches, that blessed celebration of Esther the Bride in front of her King who liberated the Jews from certain death, I am reminded that death is surely and illusion only. Jesus defeated death, and the grave. Our mourning is only for a season. A new day is coming, and everlasting day of Bliss, Joy, and Unity. No death, No sorrow, and NO PAIN. The sun will never stop shining and the streets will be gold. Our hope is not in the things of this world, but in the things of the life to come. Blessed Purim to all. You can read the short chapters of the book of Esther to see the joy set before us.