HOSHIANA~Palm Sunday 2026; Castle Rock-WA

Palm Sunday, March 29, 2026, marks the beginning of Holy Week - starting with Yeshua's entry into Jerusalem, where he was met with throngs of people laying palm branches and cloaks on the road, a gesture of honor and messianic hope. The unfolding of this event identified Yeshua as the promised Messiah - the King of peace and humility, contrasting with the expectations of a military leader.

Matthew 21:1-11 describes to us - from ancient eye-witnesses, how Yeshua entered Jerusalem on a donkey & to the crowd’s cries of “Hoshiana!” echoed Psalms and brought to mind memories of Jewish liberation under figures like David and Solomon: fulfilling the prophecy of Messiah, foretold in Zechariah 9:9, which underscored the event … "Rejoice greatly, O Daughter of Zion! Shout in triumph, O Daughter of Jerusalem! See, your King comes to you, righteous and victorious, humble and riding on a donkey".

Yeshua enters Jerusalem

This Messianic event is rooted in Jewish tradition, where palm branches were used to honor figures like David and Solomon, and they became a symbol of liberation from oppression. The celebration includes recitations of the story of Yeshua's triumphal entry, which is recorded across all four Gospels (Matthew 21:1-11, Mark 11:1-11, Luke 19:28-44, and John 12:12-19). The use of palm branches as a symbol of Jewish national independence gained prominence following the Maccabean victory. This imagery persisted into the time of Jesus, where it was employed by the people as a sign of their messianic hopes, hoping for liberation from Roman rule. [And when they got closer to Jerusalem and the Mount of Olives, Yeshua said to two disciples, "Go into the village there, and you will find a donkey tied with her colt - bring them to me. And if any man should try to stop you, say to him, "the Lord has need of these; and he will stand aside." All this was done accordingly, that prophecy would be fulfilled that was spoken by the prophet Zechariah, saying, Tell the Daughter of Zion (referring to the city of Jerusalem), Behold! your King comes to you - humble, and riding a donkey, with her colt. And the disciples went, and did as Yeshua had directed them, and brought the donkey  and her colt; and placed upon them their cloaks, and they set Him atop. And a great mass of people spread their cloaks and shawls on the ground before Him as He passed - others cut palm fronds, and laid them on the ground before Him. And the crowds before Him, and following, cried with a loud voice, "Hoshiana to the Son of David (a direct Messianic reference): blessed is He that comes in the name of The Lord; Hoshiana in the highest!" And when he had passed into Jerusalem, the people there asked, 'Who is this?" And the crowds of people surrounding Him, said, "This is Yeshua the prophet of Nazareth of galilee." ~Matthew 21:1-11]

The word "Hoshiana" comes from the Hebrew phrase הושיעה נא (hoshi’a na), which combines two elements: the verb ישע (yasha'), meaning "to save" or "to deliver," and the particle נא (na'), meaning "please" or expressing entreaty. Together, the phrase literally translates as "Save, please!" or "Please, Lord, save us!". It is an imperative form, making it a direct plea for help or deliverance.

Joshua Aaron - Hoshiana 🎶 Jerusalem: 

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGW62zTwfiw&list=RDBGW62zTwfiw&start_radio=1)

In the New Covenant, in the Gospel of John - John specifically mentions palm branches during Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem (John 12:12-13), highlighting the historical implication of the intent behind the palm branches. In the Book of Revelation John describes a vision of heaven where multitudes hold palm branches, symbolically linking past, present, and future redemption: [I beheld a great multitude, which no man could number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and tongues - stood before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed in white robes, and palms in their hands; and cried with a loud voice, saying, "Salvation to our God, Who sits on the throne - and unto the Lamb." And all the angels stood round about the throne and the four beasts, and fell before the throne on their faces, and worshipped Elohim, saying, "Amen: Blessing and glory, and wisdom, and thanksgiving, and honor, and power, and might, be to our God for ever and ever. Amen." ~Revelation 7:9-12]

CIRCLES; Shabbat Afternoon 2026; Castle Rock-WA

My husband says I'm "too picky" about who I fellowship with.

I say he's not discerning = light does not sit with darkness.

While I can be cordial with strangers & associates … I keep my inner circle small.

I know who has my back. Who can [read] me as soon as I show up. Who [feels] me when I am absent. Who knows the King & is so familiar with the Throne Room, they stand with me and FOR me: interceding on my behalf when when I am so overwhelmed, words fail. These precious people hold my hand & help me reach for the hem of His garment.

Best Friends (center of circle = bullseye): 1 or 2 dearest, trusted, loved ones. They know you - their love is unquestionable, and they are faithful to keep your confidences between you, them, and Elohim. They unwaveringly stand with you, through thick and thin. Your walk with Yeshua & your spiritual depth, is fairly equal. Together, you can move mountains through prayer, encouragement, and loyalties.

Special Friends: 2 to 4 closest friends outside the center circle; these people are also dear to you - but their walk with Yeshua may not be the maturity level your spirit requires & they may not as strongly bonded to you as your bullseye friends.

Social Friends: 4 to 10 people you spend quite a bit of time with - usually in a group gathering. You share some of yourself with them … but they only know what you allow them to know about you.

Casual friends: 10 to 50 people you socialize with. These people are more like acquaintances than actual friends. You know each other on sight, you may remember names, and you may engage in social activities together - but that's as far as things go.

Outside the Circle: Strangers & adversaries. You may pass each other in corridors, hallways, on the street, in supermarket aisles … but you do not interact on a personal level.

Your circle matters.

So, YES - I AM "picky".

COMPASSION~Shabbat Afternoon 2026; Castle Rock-WA

The man doesn't know that there is a snake underneath.

The woman doesn't know that there is a stone crushing the man.

The woman thinks, “I am going to fall! And I can’t climb because the snake is going to bite me! Why can’t the man use a little more strength and pull me up!”

The man thinks, “I am in so much pain! Yet I’m still pulling you as much as I can! Why don’t you try and climb a little harder?!”

The moral is ~ you can’t see the pressure the other person is under, and the other person can’t see the pain you’re in.

This is life, whether it’s with work, family, feelings or friends, we should try to understand each other.

Learn to think differently, perhaps more clearly and communicate better.

A little thought and patience goes a long way.

BUTTERFLY & LIGHTHOUSE SECURITIES~Shabbat Eve Thoughts 2026; Castle Rock-WA

Not feeling so hot 😞 … I had a rough start to my Day, this morning: my throat is raw from the coughing, hacking up thick white mucus, & my chest aches with labored breathing; a light migraine headache was starting - I finally got up, so Holland could get the sleep his body needs to heal.

While waiting for my coffee to finish dripping, I listened to the trilling songs of early birds, outside my home's 4 walls:

7:25 AM; Happy birdsong, somewhere outside.

I'm just happy to be out of bed & able to enjoy a cup of coffee.

I've been been laid low 🤧😴🛌 with bronchitis - which, thank the Lord 🙏, did not lead to asthma complications; I've been sleeping a lot - sometimes, literally falling asleep with my crochet hook in hand; and I am as shaky as a newborn kitten, when I stand up or engage in lengthy activities like cooking supper or washing dishes. I've also been drinking a lot of water, herbal teas, and broths, to stay hydrated. My lagging immune system is fighting to keep my lungs clear during this period of time where viral infections (cold or flu - either is possible with all the cold, wet weather we've been experiencing), allergens (all the Park trees are in pretty pastel bloom), or environmental irritants (the freeway traffic, nearly at our front door, never ends) … all lead to respiratory struggle, and my body's defense system goes into high-gear-action to fight off sensory overloads = coughing, asthma episodes, sneezing, itchy watering eyes, & sore throat from nasal drainage. Recovery occurs within 7-10 days for healthy adults - though people with asthma, COPD, or compromised immune systems may experience a longer recovery period.

My energy battery is seriously strained.

So, for the next couple of days, I'm just gonna keep things simple & low-key until at least the middle of April.

Holland wants to drive across the River, when he wakes up - to retrieve the mail … and he's wanting to stop in Kelso, on the way home: there's no way I can do that - any of that. My entire being is screaming out for rest, so I’m listening - and putting my foot down, standing up for ME. Without guilt.

I don't want to go anywhere.

I don't want to be pulled into conversation.

While normally, I am a blend of both Type #1 & Type #2 … when energy is lagging, I tend to become more isolating. I like to have my husband near to me, but I don't necessarily feel the need to be interacting all the time. Just lifting my head to look around now and then - and seeing him; and sometimes saying "oh, hello!" is enough, combined with all the quiet activity I'm already experiencing: when my energy is lagging, I have a LOT going on in my head (defenses which would keep constant thoughts somewhat reined in, is weakened & there is too much unrestraint  fighting for attention in my head space) and I have lots of stuff spread out on my table - because I want to stay productively busy, instead of sleeping the Day away.

I also want to take this recoup time to reflect on ways to "redeem the time": this is where butterflies and lighthouses come into play 😉

Both represent a change of course.

Both offer a chance to move forward through uncharted waters.

I feel a pricking in my spirit to allow changes to take place here: here, where so much pain (my current husband's & mine) was inflicted. There is a [redeeming] that needs to take place, in both of our lives. Redeeming means to recover ownership, pay off, convert, fulfill, set free, or restore something; compensation (correcting an imbalance) for faults or deficiencies (honor, worth, reputation), or to serve as compensation (make amends or recover losses = to be equivalent in value or effect to; to counterbalance; to make up for). There is a lot to think about, as to the pricking 'why'!

Over the past 1,143 days, we’ve dealt with some pretty intense things - both individually, & as a couple: concerning health issues that need addressed, soon; severe & 'historic' weather upheavals; intense politics that can seriously affect our chosen lifestyle, as escalating fuel-groceries-& space rents cause us to pause & reflect on our next movement; unsettling world affairs that are causing chaos in our own country - most notably in major cities, which also causes us to pause & reflex on cautious routes forward. Add to those complexities the personal battles simultaneously fought through - sometimes shouldered together … but most often struggled through alone: as well as 3 unexpected deaths, & 1 expected in 2025; & 2 lingering as 2026 moves forward (from both camps of our united merger union).

2022 was overall good on a personal level, because I was rapidly healing more & more. Then just before the 2023 New Year, my life took a serious turn. Remarriage. Despite what some may think … I had given this turn of events serious consideration before taking the leap. I knew I had a lot of baggage tagged to my evolving Life. I know I am a handful, literally & figuratively - though I do not have a flashing neon sign over my heart signaling, "proceed with caution" - I do verbally warn significant life partners that I can be a loose bullet at times, always asking, "are you sure you want this?" to drive home the point I am making. I have baggage. I will be a lot to handle, at times.

In the 4 years leading up to the 2023 remarriage, I had suffered a heartbreaking shift from Wife to Widow; suffered a total break with my aging children, & the loss of my grandchildren. I had, by the summer of 2022, been in a welcome recovery from all of that heart, emotional, and spiritual pain: I felt I had successfully escaped the triggers riding the waves of Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder that had sunk roots, following my husband's physical death - and the ensuing family drama fallout that piggybacked on that Life blow. After years of wading through anxiety, flashbacks, irrational guilt, pent up rage, and sleepless nights; my Life was feeling more settled. I felt like some peace was finally at play in my Life. So, when my new man entered my Life in a big way, I embraced him enthusiastically, and after carefully weighing the pros and cons of remarriage, I said "Yes".

I didn't know that my new husband would also be bringing a truckload of his own recent personal traumas into the Life we were forging - and his pain would be a raw as mine. Most of our struggles would be similar, and hinge on the same trigger points. We would be caught in a looping cat-and-mouse shuffle in the ways we dealt with each triggering bouts of CPTSD symptoms … that would usher in new & fresh waves of depression, anxiety, flashbacks, irrational guilt, pent up rage, and sleepless nights. Our love for each other is unshakable - but our marriage is complicated. Perhaps it was naïve for either of us to think that our marital merger would put us beyond the point of suffering severe bouts of CPTSD symptoms; neither of us were expecting the complicating fallout. But we are slowly learning that this undertaking will likely be a lifelong journey of healing.

And Holland is learning a better way of dealing with issues - than the cut-and-run way his family (both sides) have dealt with struggles. He's learning that staying has healing benefits, that jumping up and running never will: lighthouse securities happen in turbulent times.

The good news is that although it is painful and exhausting, we no longer allow sneaker wave episodes to run our days - we recover quickly now. Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. While the hard times, when they come, are painful; we're no longer "stuck" in the emotions stirred up. We complete the trauma cycle and feel the heals, each and every time. Regardless of individual scars, flaws, imperfections carried over from the Past into our Present … or those newer scars, flaws, and imperfections birthed by this new union - on which our Future will be shored up.

Exhausting? You betcha 😂 Worthwhile? Words can’t describe: no birth is ever easy 🙏🏼 Stuff will be stirred up again in time, and I now know that I’ll face it head on and come out stronger in the end, once again. Healing is worth it. It sucks, but it's worth it.

Regardless of what others think or say, understand or don’t understand. We own our journey; and we're proud of it. We've struggled - but we've also grown. Growth is messy; but it's also necessary for a healthy Life. Self-care and rest is also needed: time-outs, and wholesome resting is good and healthy … and we can do that, in peace now. Peace of mind, body, and spirit. And no one feels left out, or gets offended.

Dolly Parton - 'Love Is Like a Butterfly' Lyrics: 

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23jj_lY-HYc&list=RD23jj_lY-HYc&start_radio=1)

Thanks to all of you that have journeyed with me through the years, loving on me unconditionally & encouraging me with steadfast, faithful love - for listening with your inner ear as you read my evolution postings. I sincerely hope you are continuously doing the work to heal what needs healing in you also & know that each of you are in my thoughts and prayers. I hope you’re able to love yourself enough now to let go of what no longer serves … and know that you deserve peace. Joy is your birthright.

{{Caterpillars do die to become butterflies. This process is part of their metamorphosis, where they undergo a transformation that involves significant cellular breakdown. During the pupal stage, the caterpillar's body is digested by enzymes, leading to the formation of the chrysalis, which is the protective shell that forms inside the caterpillar. The caterpillar's body "melts" almost completely, and it releases nutrients that are used to build the new butterfly body parts. While some cells may die, others, like stem cells, survive and play a crucial role in the transformation. Thus, the transformation from caterpillar to butterfly is a complex biological process that includes death and regeneration. https://www.gardenswithwings.com/knowledge-nook/science-metamorphosis-butterfly }}

Perhaps - just maybe … my husband has a point in stating, "God wants you in WA". And if that is so - then, it is also quite possible that the "reason" is not for the reason my husband is thinking. It's highly likely that the changes to take place here, where so much pain was inflicted; involves a redeeming that needs to take place, in both of our lives 🤔

THAT is the "feeling" I am getting 💯🦋💞

As we all head into the weekend, this is your gentle reminder to pause, breathe, and let God restore the places that feel worn down. You don’t have to carry it all on your own - so, I'm sending out love, prayers, & healing vibes to all who need them. In Yeshua's Name, Amen 🕊️

NOTHING NEW FOLKS; Castle Rock-WA

When hellery clinton is screaming, "remember the 60's!"

When the muslim black panther obama's are screaming, "God damn America!"

When the DC moron minions sitting in America's High Seats of Power - hamstringing American CITIZENS while placating foreigners & encouraging violence against Americans for the sole purpose of destroying American values …

THIS IS WHAT IS HAPPENING:

Communism is nothing new - but it has always been as destructive to countries and it's populace as cancer is to the body. Once it establishes itself, it can never be totally eradicated.

RENG HUA; Castle Rock-WA

Today, we had to drive into Longview 🚘, to pick up one of Holland's blood pressure prescriptions 💊

I was feeling punk 😔 - but we are a team 🤝 … plus … when men have responsibilities, they do not get to stay home & pamper themselves, just because they "do not feel good": Holland doesn't [get] that mindset, but he doesn't know any independent women either, besides me, & I was raised independent = to carry my fair share of the Day's load. I am his responsibility (he keeps telling me, as a reminder of his raising 🤠) - and he, is mine (he is learning, because I keep telling him & I keep showing up to shoulder my end of the load 💞) - so, I manned up, got dressed, and went into Longview, with my husband.

I got up when my alarm went off - and left Holland to sleep a bit longer: he needs the rest.

I slipped out of bed around 5 AM to allow Holland to sprawl and relax his leg - to give some pain relief.

This I-5 Corridor seems to be very foggy every morning … of course, the Cowlitz River is pretty close.

When he woke up and was enjoying his morning coffee ☕️; I utilized the curling  irons, & put a little color 💄 on my face, too; for encouragement 😉 The gray clouds, dreary wet chill, and low-lying fog - I am tired all the time.

And it's been so freaking cold & wet here, I think maybe I have a chest cold, too.

Fueled by coffee …

War Chest arsenal that will add color to the coffee boost.

My workout today was every body movement🦶  & muscle group 💪 utilized in shopping 🛒:

Climbing in and out of Betsy x6, mimicked a Glute Step-up workout; her floorboards are as high as my waist & the bed side rails are eyebrow level, on my head. No joke. Betsy is a 4x beast.

7,000 steps by bedtime.

Stretching up & climbing grocery shelves for 1-1/2 hours, today.

Up & down stairs at least 3 hours of an 8 hour day

Driving through Castle Rock, towards home, we stopped at Reng Hua (a Chinese Restaurant) to pick up the meals we'd phoned in 📱🥢; before leaving Longview.

I hadn't visited Reng Hua in quite a while - last time I was there, was with Bob & we were living in Castle Rock, at that time. It's good chinese food  it's local. Local was a good choice today, for several reasons.

Reng Hua; #103 Huntington Ave N, Castle Rock-WA

Holland's Supper.

My Supper.

After supper, a headache came on - so, I drank a cup of coffee ☕️ & watched an old movie 💻🎬🎧 that can still make me laugh. I refuse to spend my entire time in WA State, in bed!

Coffee … coffee. I'm so t.i.r.e.d; my lungs are on fire & I can barely stay awake - for at least a week, now.

Henry Fonda & Lucille Ball in 1968's 'Yours, Mine, and Ours': (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnescGHDeSU)

Hopefully, tomorrow, I will feel much better 🙏