About Brittni Greenberg
On a large piece of land that once cradled millions of seeds to life stood an old white farmhouse, a silent witness to the generations of my family tree. It wasn’t just a house; it was a heartbeat, a place where life sprouted, grew, and bore fruit. My grandfather and his father poured their sweat into the soil, tending over a hundred acres with steadfast hands. While he worked the tractors, my great-grandmother nurtured the gardens and fruit trees.
My family lived in harmony with nature’s rhythms. They rose with the sun, toiled tirelessly under the summer heat, and paused with the first blanket of snow. Seasons dictated their steps: work ceased with the frost, resumed with the thaw, and every drop of rain carried the weight of a day’s income lost. They learned to plan, to anticipate storms, and to listen to creation’s whispers.
I still remember my grandmother’s words as she watched the wind sweep through the trees. “The trees are talking,” she’d say. “Rain is coming.” And though the sky would be clear, she was always right. The wind carried truths she had learned to trust, a wisdom rooted in a life deeply intertwined with creation.
I grew up surrounded by faith, yet as I began to read the Bible for myself, I saw a disconnect. The rhythms of Scripture didn’t match the life I was living.
The Bible speaks of holidays tied to the harvest, yet the ones I celebrated weren’t.
It mentions a holy pause at the start of each month, but my family never observed it.
Shabbat—the weekly rest—was foreign to a household that worked every single day.
The Bible describes an annual rhythm of forgiveness, yet bitterness lingered for years, just as it did in those around me.
If my family could live so closely to creation’s rhythms in the natural, why weren’t we aligning ourselves spiritually?
When my ancestors left Poland and came to America, they buried their Jewish heritage. Within two generations, it was gone. But then, unexpectedly, it found me.
As I unearthed my family’s story, I discovered more than lineage—I found a new life. Embracing my Jewish roots transformed how I saw the Bible. With every tradition, every holiday, and every value I explored, my understanding of God and His Son, Yeshua (Jesus), deepened. The Bible became more vivid, more alive, and my faith began reflecting the ancient rhythms I saw woven into the very fabric of creation.
In Genesis, I discovered something extraordinary: rhythms set in motion for all humanity, long before distinctions of Jew and Gentile existed. These rhythms—hidden treasures—are waiting for you too.
They’ve been calling to you from the Garden, whispering truths carried by the wind, woven into the seasons, and rooted in creation itself.
And I’m here to walk alongside you as you rediscover them.
Let’s journey back together.
Back to the Garden.
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