The Last Tuesday

 Today, as I began to surface, I was having a dream about either the shoulder blades in front or at the back of our bodies, and what their spiritual significance is, as well as a Scripture from the Tanakh and a matching one from the Brit Chadashah which spoke of the eternal meaning of the shape the shoulder bones form in our physical bodies. Now that I am properly awake, that is all I can remember. 

    I have been wondering about God speaking to Bil'am, a self-serving prophet for hire, known for cursing people. I know God cares for all of us, but it was beyond my comprehension that God would actually have conversations with this man. I've looked at various commentaries and still nothing quite adds up for me. So earlier this morning I was reading the 2nd and 3rd aliyahs and I noticed that when God spoke to Bil'am at night, it was as Elohim, not HaShem. So God was in judgment mode when he had the nighttime conversations with Bil'am. And yet, until I found that name in the text this morning, there seemed to be nothing threatening in God's talk with Bil'am. Giving more strength to the idea that God speaks to us in a still small voice and only yells when we really, really, really are not listening, or when we are about to make such a huge mistake that it will cost us dearly.

    My mind is still full of questions about the happenings in this Torah portion, but at least I am beginning to have a partial answer.

    The reason I had time this morning to do a bit of study is because my beloved grandson is still sleeping. It's bitterly cold this morning, so I'll let him stay warm for as long as he wants to. This is, after all, my last Tuesday with him until December.

    When he came home from Connor yesterday - having had a lovely time there - his mom came for a visit and we started building one of the new puzzles my friend had brought me. Aunty Melanie and Uncle FJ came for a dinner of cheese toasties. We had a lovely visit and Juan-Dre was very excited to see his aunty again. After they left we continued with the puzzle until the colours and shapes begam to merge slightly. Then it was off to bed to read about David and Goliath. Thereafter, it was bedtime prayer and back tickle before sleeping.

    After the Modah Ani this morning, I watched for that little piece of paper from Heaven. I don't recall seeing any writing on it, so our day is firmly in the hands of the LORD. It's such an adventure to not know what to expect from one day to the next. Who will visit? Will we go out? What will we do? How will our last Tuesday unfold in the end?

I'll tell you tomorrow!