Beloved,
I call your spirit to attention, in whatever state it is or they are, broken or whole, shattered or integrated, alive or nearly-fatally wounded, in the name of Yeshua.
Listen to the Word of G-d for you for today:
“Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you!”
-Isaiah 49:15-
“For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.”
-Psalm 139:13-
Spirit, there was a time when Father planned for your birth, and the birth of your siblings. This took place in a place of stillness-as the New Living Translation calls it, “the dark of the womb”. Inside your mother, in that mine of rich gemstones, the Blacksmith turned up the earth as with fire, and put an end to the search for the perfect jewel and that perfect vein of ore: you (Job 28:1-11).
You are a treasure, and your sibling IS a treasure. You and your sibling are both gifts, both legitimate, and both precious in Father’s sight (Isaiah 43:4).
Somehow, your sibling was not born on this earth, whether through an attack of the enemy or by some other circumstance. But a miscarriage does not equal a lack of personhood. And that fruit, that precious life, though forgotten through the choice of parents as a result of pain, or some other circumstance, is no less real than you are here on earth. Father knows them as intimately as he knows you. And He knows your design.
Even when your parents misappropriate your design, Father knows your design. And your sibling, who perished from the earth, did not perish from eternity. Their presence, with its first-born Prophet imprint, carries everything Father intended for them. And you, with your second-born Mercy imprint, carry that flavor of compassion and fulfillment that characterizes the umami of the Mercy gift.
And I affirm you, spirit, in your rightful place, and your proper office. G-d the affectionate Father set you in that office, and it is okay to affirm yourself as the second-born, and to honor the place your older sibling now occupies.
I bless you, with Father’s original design, to run after all the many different flavors of your unique birthright and design. As a friend of the Bridegroom, I press in with you, spirit, for the justice and mercy that comes with the affirmation of your right place.
That place where you drop into just the right place in Father’s timeflow, in the family that Father placed you in, into that proper synch that is so necessary for you to walk in fulfillment.
I bless you with every last bit of free money that Father set you in place with.
I bless you to be lifegiving as you are, and not to be off-kilter in any portion of your design and purpose.
I bless you to shoot straight in accordance with that Mercy flavor that imprints all second-borns.
I bless you with the flood of your Father’s affections.
I bless you with having the tender places and the free access to Father’s presence that is part of your birthright as second-born with that unique Mercy squeeze.
I bless you with that squeeze of compassion and those hundreds of onramps to Father’s presence that are part of your unique design.
I bless you with a strengthening and tempering acceptance of your Bridegroom and your completely affectionate Father, who knows your design, the design of your sibling who may have fell before their time, and calls both designs in accordance with the Hebrew, tov, good, and affirms the presence of both you and your sibling.
And I call your design and all of its facets, in accordance with the Hebrew, tov, good.
You are the precious gemstone of Father’s good pleasure, and you carry the sheen of the Mercy’s Amethyst that is part of Father’s design as you run to receive the gentleness that is part of your gift set, as much as your sibling carries the first-born sheen of the oceanic Sapphire.
May the Ruach ha-Kodesh rush upon you from this day forward as your Merciness affects exactly the right proportion and amounts of your design, even if Mercy is not your main hardwiring, in accordance with the main part of your design, and in accordance with your Redemptive Gift, as your imprint synchs with your hardwiring.
I also bless you to recover from the wounds caused by a refusal to acknowledge those facets of your design that yield tenderness, when it was expected that they would manifest sharpness because of the false belief that you were the first-born and first-living.
I bless you with a place as still and serene as the womb from which you came so that those realities of your good design might be stabilized.
I bless you by agreeing with Father’s placement of you in just the right place, with the right design, with the right set of accessories and facets, in the right order.
I bless and affirm the tenderness of your design that is in stark contrast to the sharper flavor of the Prophet affecting the firstborn.
I bless you as you really are: second born, and deeply loved in tenderness by your tender Father who is full of both Justice and Mercy, and by imprinting your with a sense of that mercy.
I bless you with stability and a sense of legitimacy that originates from the source of all legitimacy, Yeshua ha-Mashiach.
I bless you to receive revelation from Him and a knowing in your spirit that brings a sweet-watered healing in which you may flow.
I bless you with that many-flavored fountain of life, in the name of Yeshua.