Blessings to you. I love Yeshua HaMashiach. Not casually. Not academically. I love Him. And I love His Word. Most days you will find me with an open Bible in front of me, not just reading, but digging. Turning the soil. Looking at the Aramaic, the Hebrew, the Greek. Letting the roots show. That is where it comes alive for me. Not on the surface, but underneath it. My husband, Ironbutterfly, walks this road with me. We do not rush it. We walk it. Side by side. I am grateful for that gift. When I am not in the Word, I am usually in my garden. I call it Eden East. It is not grand or famous, but it is holy to me. It is where I see God’s hand in the quiet things. New leaves that were not there yesterday. Small blossoms that almost apologize for being so delicate. Even the herbs that the FDA calls “weeds” pushing their way through the soil as if they were invited all along. Creation does not argue theology. It simply reveals Him. I have always loved owls. There is a stillness about them. A watchfulness. Horses stir something in me too. So do big dogs. Tiny dogs. The big cats with their strength and silent power. And yes, the little cats too, because small does not mean insignificant. I can sit and watch a praying mantis without needing anything else. The way it waits… patient… steady… as if it understands timing better than we do. I am an artist at heart. I paint. I craft miniatures. I lose myself in tiny details. The curve of something small. The precision of something almost unseen. Details matter to me because they matter to God. He is not sloppy. He is intentional. This place, YWPMI, is where I share what He shows me. Not to impress. Not to argue. But to witness. If something here speaks to you, it will not be because of me. It will be because He is speaking. “I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth.” Psalm 146:2 Turn from your "gods" and receive Christ into your heart instead. Have a Blessed Day in Him. Shalom, Shalom.