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Let’s take a moment for introductions. My name is Darlene and I am the “wordy” one. My husband of 26 years, Brian and I live in Ohio, USA. Together, we are passionate followers of Yeshua Messiah who is the foundation of our faith.

If we could, we would sit down with you at our dining room table and share in some hot chamomile or lemon balm tea. We are much more interested to hear about you, than to share about ourselves. Yet relationship is the knowing of and being known by others. So bear with us as we attempt to “personalize” ourselves so help you “know” us a bit better.

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Together, my husband and I honor Yehovah’s sabbath each week as well as the annual spring and fall feasts that He has commanded be observed. The spring feasts are now a remembrance of Yeshua Messiah’s first coming and His completion of Torah (the law) through his sinless live, death (to atone for our sins), burial, and resurrection. The fulfillment of the fall feasts are yet to occur and will be complete at His second coming.

We believe that the salvation of humanity is only provided through Yeshua Messiah.

“יהושע [Yeshua] said to him, “I am the Way, and the Truth, and the Life.
No one comes to the Father except through Me.”
~ John 14:6 ~

Brian’s Story ~

Born in Washington state, I am the second born among five biological siblings. When I was 16 years old, my family moved to Alaska. After, I left for college, my parents began the process of adopting children, over the years they adopted eight girls.

Most of my life I believed that I had been brought up in a wonderful Christian home. At least that was what people would have observed while we were at church. Sunday church was always a regular part of our weekly family tradition. Actually, any time the church was open, we were there. Something I never thought of as a young person was to question the role of church in my life. It was a relief from my experience at home. Still, It never occurred to me that my secret family life was anything other than normal. The first son was the “golden” child, but me, I was always in his shadows. I never measured up.

At five years old I distinctly remember praying to “accept Jesus into my heart”. This was a very real experience for me. While some people say that children cannot know what they are doing at that young age, I did. The alone-ness I was experiencing in my little world, separate even from my siblings, was crushing me, but from that time on, Yeshua was a part of my life. He understood me when nobody else would.

As an adult, I struggled with always second-guessing myself. I could never find a place of confidence in who I was or my abilities. This affected me at work and in my personal life. I desired to lead, but struggled to do so.

I was unable to find a mutually beneficial relationship that would meet my needs. Needs? I didn’t even know what they were. I did not understand that my unmet needs were connected to my development throughout childhood. If someone else was pleased, well then, I must be okay. Those early patterns repeat. In the end, I was left devastated and alone. A familiar place that I had always known.

Much later, I began to learn that the “alone” was not just an external thing. To protect myself as a child, I constructed a wall around my heart. I had believed that a wall would bring protection to my innermost self. I did not know that Elohim (God) desired to be my protection. So, believing a lie, I began to devise a wall within. The wall seemed to work to keep others at bay. Yet as an adult, by the grace of Elohim, I finally realized that it served a dual purpose. To protect, which was what I thought I needed to survive, and to isolate. I ended up alone. Trapped within myself.

This poem is a reflection of this realization:

The Wall of Protection Built Around My Heart

The wall of protection around my heart.
Did its job from the start.
It kept people from getting close.
Because I felt that I was gross.
It kept me from getting hurt.
When I saw myself as dirt.

Then I found out the wall around my heart.
The wall that was so great at the start.
The wall was a prison for my heart.
Deceived by the enemy from the start.
I helped the enemy wall up my heart.
Designed to keep God walled out of my heart.

Fear not my friends so dear.
God has something He wants you to hear.
The wall around your heart was built.
With blocks of shame, isolation, fear and guilt.
There is a way to remove this wall.
It is to forgive everyone of everything big and small.

Written by Brian Jorgens July 27, 2006

This was only the beginning of my journey out of darkness. The memories finally began to return years later. It was then that I learned that the men in my family had for many generations, been enmeshed in polytheistic worship within a patriarchal Norse family cult.

By Yehovah’s grace, I survived the childhood abuse, but it was Yeshua alone who brought healing and wholeness to my broken heart. The wall has been dismantled, and I am now living as a free son of Elohim. My heart’s desire is to give back to my Creator and to help other men find their wholeness in Yeshua. To provide a safe space for them to remember, and a safeety for them to heal.

Darlene’s Story ~

Raised in upstate New York, as the youngest of five siblings, I was an extremely sensitive child. Too sensitive. My mother’s disapproving looks would invoke fear which would send me into an internal chaos and instability from which I could not escape. I survived by striving to be perfect, and funny. Humor served to redirect the harsh expectations I could not meet. Later on it became a weapon in the form of sarcasm.

Many years later, in my mid 30s I discovered that I held a core belief that I was “inherently defective”. Well, that explained a lot. Plagued with deep-seated insecurity, my teenage rebellion, and a perfectionism that always left me wallowing in failure no matter how well I actually performed. I did not recognize why I did some of the “less-than-honorable” things that I did. I was weak and broken inside.

While I grew up to be a “good citizen”, hard worker, and intelligent; never did anyone recognize the daily torment I endured within. There were times I despaired of life and once as a 17-year-old in my college dorm room even cried out, “God, did you create me to torment me?” I really didn’t know who God was. I had no idea, that my own beliefs, and my choice to sin were what made my life void, empty, and without peace. It would take another three years before I would come to understand that I desperately needed a Savior, that my religious belief that “Jesus died for the sins of the world” was not enough. It had no power to change the problem. Me.

Around that time, mostly out of curiosity, I began to listen to a Christian radio station while I was at work. One song came on and my thoughts seemed to take on a life of their own. The words of the song that grabbed my attention, were:

I was overwhelmed with urgency. Only later would I understand this urgency was impressed upon me by the Holy Spirit. I didn’t hear a voice but I knew His words:

“Now is the time.”

I reasoned to myself, “Well, I’ve tried everything else and nothing has ‘worked’. If this doesn’t work then I’m no worse off than I am now, but if it does… I’ve gained everything.”

This was the beginning of my journey as a believer in and follower of the Master Yeshua Messiah (Jesus Christ), 38 years ago. Today, I remember it as though it were still happening. Indeed, I have gained everything.

“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”
~ Matthew 11:28-30 ~

My personal healing for the woundedness of my soul came more slowly, over a period of many years. Here a little, there a little. It was imperative that I learned of Yeshua, of His words, His ways, and through obedience to follow Him. The Holy Spirit has since led me through a process of learning to lay down my ways, my thoughts, and my offenses. From there, He led my into greater peace and through His word He brought me to a place of rest for my soul.

Music was a catalyst in my healing process. A way to pour out my heart in prayer to Elohim (God). In turn, somehow He has taken songs of my own brokenness and turned them into songs of victory and rejoicing, worship and praise unto my King, my Creator, My Savior. “Miracle” is the first song I prayed when as a new believer I picked up my guitar and began to sing…

Now here we are today, Brian and I. Together, our hearts cleave to Master Yeshua Messiah. In obedience to Him we bring unto others truth, hope, and the Word “Yeshua” – in whom exists Salvation, Deliverance, Prosperity and Health for all who have ears to hear.

May HIs shalom rest upon all whose hearts seek Him in Spirit and in Truth.

Brian & Darlene