In the precious and supreme Love of Yahshua, Who is the First and the Last, Who is the Great I Am, Who is the Word made Flesh, Who opens a door no man can shut and shuts a door no man can open, Who magnifies His Torah, Who stamps the Torah on our hearts by His Precious Shed Blood, I write these words . . .

My name is Daniel John Lee and I am the father of 6 children. 6 very precious children. My jewels, as I often fondly refer to them with my friends.

My xwife and her family hired an attorney and they stood against me this day, the 15th of the 8th Hebrew month, and would not let me be reunited with my children. The judge, as her final word, said I needed to compromise and “respect” the beliefs that don’t match up with the Word, and hopefully down the road this will pave the way to making amends with my xwife and her family.

In a very real way, a testimony went forth here in Oregon that painted in stark terms good and evil. A father wanting to be reunited with his children to teach them how to love and obey Yah versus an embittered xwife and family who deny Yah. Yahshua will never have me respect what He calls an abomination.

After the court hearing, and after the judge had ruled against me in every way, I strolled through a beautiful park painted with the intense yellows, deep reds, fiery oranges and potent purples of trees surrendered to autumn. In great grief, tears streamed down my eyes, and my heart lay shattered within me.

Psalm 126:6 “He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.”
And again when Yahshua says, “Blessed are those who mourn now, for they shall be comforted.”

How is it possible that as tears fall down my face, with a heart in tatters, such tremendous joy and peace floods my soul? For through tribulation, Yahshua draws closer to me now than ever before. 

And, as His peace even now rolls through me as I write this, as His joy at redeeming me with His powerful Blood bursts from deep within, I know that I must do only one thing.

Wait on Yahweh.

There are promises in His Word. One is that the children belong to the father and that it is his duty to teach those children the Word.

After the park, as I was driving home, I saw in my mind, my 6 children dancing with me in halls of gold, and in fields of incredible splendor. And for all eternity I will know the joy of a father teaching his children, even as my Heavenly Father will forever be teaching me.

Yes, I wait on Yahweh. Though the righteous suffer much tribulation, Yahshua delivers them from it all.

In joy, in peace, in grief, in brokeness . . .
I wait on my Yahshua.

Even so, come quickly Adonai Yahshua ha Mashiach.