A 40-something time period, whether days, months, or years is ALWAYS a period of testing

40Since the evening of April 8, 2013,  I have been _engrossed_ in a mission to Save Wissahickon Park, a National Natural Landmark in Philadelphia, from inappropriate use — the installation of a “Go Ape” zipline tree top adventure concession. That evening in April, a coalition was born, Alliance for Preservation of the Wissahickon (APOW)¹, and forged through the “done deal” plans to hault the installation. The plan was proposed by Philadelphia Parks and Recreation. Yesterday press released the direction has been abandoned, Praise God! From the evening of April 8th until today has been 40 Days. It is no coincidence that today, I first counted the days and that 40 concluded this mission. 

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Painting of the mill on Wises Mill Road.~ Patti Poppert

There are at least ten instances in the Old Testament and New Testament where 40 occurs, either in years or days, e.g. it rained for 40 days and 40 nights.

A 40-something time period, whether days, months, or years is ALWAYS a period of testing, trial, probation, or chastisement (but not judgment) and ends with a period of restoration, revival or renewal.² To name just a few:

  1. It rained for 40 days and 40 nights when God wanted to cleanse the world and start over.
  2. Moses was on the mountain with God for 40 days (TWICE)
  3. The Israelites spent 40 years in the wilderness, one year for each day they explored the Promised Land.
  4. Goliath came for forty days before being killed by David
  5. Elijah strengthened by one angelic meal went forty days to Mount Horeb where the Lord passed by and he heard the voice of God
  6. Jesus fasted for 40 days in the wilderness
  7. Jesus was seen in the earth 40 days after His crucifixion³

Empowerment and blessing which covered this period of 40 days was ever present. God orchestrated the unity of many caring and compassionate, intelligent people to accomplish a mission that certainly must have been close to His heart. The course was steep, intense and a relentless thief of time. The Wissahickon Valley Park has been called a “sanctuary” by some— a refuge from the encroachment of city life. In this transcendent park, God speaks through His Creation and His Creation abides in the park.

40 days of rain passed before Noah opened the window in the ark. Today the window opened and I know He guided the course!

I am expecting to share great things with Rejoycin’ readers over the next months. The outward evidence of breakthrough is only a mere reflection of unperceived gain.

photo: C. Cotter

Yellow Trail, Saved May 21, 2013 ~photo: C. Cotter

Praise God for His strength
Praise God for His reign
His mercies at length
Renewal past pain

Embraced in His Goodness
Transported in rain
Immeasurable Justness
Commissioned ordained

The morning is nearing
A promise fulfilled
Elation appearing
The tide is now stilled

If ever a time would I question Your Hand
Return me ponder Your quake of the Land

¹APOW is a grassroots advocacy group consisting of a growing coalition of members,
including: Friends of Wissahickon (FOW) Trail Ambassadors, PA Equine Council, Central Roxborough Civic Association, Upper Roxborough Civic Association, Members of Girls Scouts of America, Sierra and Audubon Club Members, Friends of Wissahickon Members, regional park users and Philadelphia taxpayers, stakeholders and almost 2,000 petition signers
²http://belovedheart.wordpress.com/2009/11/13/the-significance-of-the-number-40-in-the-bible/
³http://www.40day.com/40_in_the_bible.html

We Look Rather Good Cleaned Up! My Family at Christmas

Do you have memories of visiting a family member only to be captured in a stream of home movies? Perhaps you were gracious, or excused yourself —I won’t know if you are rude so, here we go!

Guiseppi and CeeCee

Guiseppi and CeeCee

The following video is from this evenings Christmas Eve service with my daughter on violin. At 13 she has played the violin for about 6 years intermittently. Currently, she is the student of a 90-year-old accomplished artist who loves the Lord. Where most teachers of violin retire by 70, my daughter is blessed with an extremely skilled musician whose desire is to share with my daughter what he knows before he departs this earth. The pure love that I witness in this relationship can only be through the hand of God:

This is a family gathering from last weekend when my cousin visited from DC. My mother just lost her seventh sibling with 3 remaining. Some of our family met with my cousins from DC, who just lost their mom. The lime green tree is why I never had an artificial tree. It is one in a history of artificial trees. My mom and most of her siblings are all very fond of embellishment! An aunt once shared that because my grandfather had such strong Christian convictions, he would not permit a Christmas tree in the home. My mother and her siblings would gather branches from neighborhood trees that had been discarded and take them to the basement of their South Philadelphia home and build a tree with the collected branches and decorate it—outside the view of their father. Today, it is evident they were ‘bling’ neglected because of the unleashed glitz that has resulted! That is my mom in the gray sequins on the left—at 94 she has a zeal for life that I would like to have more of.

@ mom's

@ mom’s

Me and CeeCee

Me and CeeCee @ mom’s

My daughter and I are very close. Her internet name is CeeCee although, her actual name is a story in of itself. I will share another time…

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@ brothers, Christmas Eve

Here we are at my brothers tonight. Traditionally my mother always had Christmas Eve but my sister-in-law has taken it over the last few years. My mother was truer to the 7 fish Italian dinner but, my sister-in-law has also kept the tradition going with her touch to it.

We returned home to a list of tasks to complete. I am finishing this post at 4:00 A.M., stopping in the kitchen to clean my turkey for tomorrow and then catching a few hours before I launch all out dinner prep for tomorrow. I can not wait until later this evening when I can sleep!

Our visiting Pastor said it best tonight: Merry Christmas, but more than this, may Christ be a part of each day of your life. Love in Jesus, Denise

CeeCee and B

CeeCee and B

The Snowflake Man

3n_Christmas CountdownIf I was to compose a list of awe-inspiring, endearing people, Wilson “Snowflake” Bentley would surely make my top ten. Born February 9, 1865 in Jericho, Vermont, Mr. Bentley was a pioneer in the area of photomicrography, most notably his extensive work with snow crystals (commonly known as snowflakes). By adapting a microscope to a bellows camera, and years of trial and error, he became the first person to photograph a single snow crystal in 1885.¹

Bentley's stunning images

Bentley’s stunning images

Snowflake Bentley

Wilson A. Bentley, (1865-1931)

He perfected a process of catching flakes on black velvet in such a way that their images could be captured before they either melted or sublimated. He would go on to capture more than 5000 snowflakes during his lifetime, not finding any two alike—reminiscent of the phrase, “no two snowflakes are alike”.

“Under the microscope, I found that snowflakes were miracles of beauty; and it seemed a shame that this beauty should not be seen and appreciated by others. Every crystal was a masterpiece of design and no one design was ever repeated., When a snowflake melted, that design was forever lost. Just that much beauty was gone, without leaving any record behind.”

Mr. Bentley was a treasure and gift. Enjoy just a few of the amazing captures on this page and be sure to visit the official site of Wilson “Snowflake” Bentley at http://snowflakebentley.com/,

Many, Lord my God, are the wonders you have done, the things you planned for us. None can compare with you; were I to speak and tell of your deeds, they would be too many to declare. Psalm 40:5 (NIV)

¹Ref: <http://snowflakebentley.com/bio.htm>

Snowflake Bentley Exhibit in Jericho, Vermont http://www.jerichohistoricalsociety.org/museum.htm#e

“How to Make Snowflakes” by my daughter CeCe,

Thank you Ce Ce : ) Luv Mom