Beloved,
I would like to invite your spirit forward to encamp with me about a specific truth.
Spirit, you were made for a right home that is a place from which you proceed to the adventures Father has for you.
Listen to the word of G-d for you for today.
And the LORD God planted a garden in Eden, in the east, and there he put the man whom he had formed.
Genesis 2:8 ESV
Spirit, when G-d made Adam, and provided him his spirit, it was not in the context of the garden. It was in the context of a wilderness place away from the garden. We are not told where specifically in Scripture, but we are told it was not the garden.
We are however told that sons are creators based on the illustrations of what sons like David, Solomon, Josiah, Nehemiah, Moses, Deborah, Mary the mother of Jesus, Martha, Peter, John, Andrew, and Paul did. In order for a person to become a son, they must first be unpacked. And because Adam was the son of G-d, I would imagine G-d created him strategically far from the garden so as to help Adam unpack his abilities along the way by introducing him gradually in the wilderness to sundry aspects of the Father’s creation. And for Mercies to be adequately unpacked (Adam was indeed a Mercy), given they are by nature a bit slower than the other gifts in some ways, they need a longer process that is more marked by gentleness than others.
And I imagine Adam longed for a place to call home. A place to call his own. A place without property taxes and fees to rent and a place where Father dwelled.
For Adam, that home was with Father and Eve in the garden.
Spirit, in order for you to walk into you destiny, you need a place to call home.
And that place, whereever it is, is characterized by at least a couple of things: The presence of a loving and good Father, and a place of safety where you can learn how to be you as you step into the office of person.
I will cover the dynamic of the safe home in this post and the presence of a good Father in one of the two next.
When you have a place you can truly be you, you can branch out and decide what you like and what you do not like. You can allocate your likes and dislikes and grow into the person you were made to become.
So spirit, without stifling you, I would like to offer you the following blessing.
I bless you with a place to call home. I bless you with a place you can lay your head down and sleep in peace, whatever that is supposed to look like.
Whether your pleasure is coffee or tea; black, extra light, or bulletproof; hot or iced; cakes, cookies, muffins or biscuits (southern biscuits or English biscuits); chips or crisps; ketchup, tartar sauce, malt vinegar, aioli, or none of the above; ranch or italian; cookies or brownies; math or science; carpet or hardwood; and sunny, snowing, or rainy; I bless you with a place that is appointed in keeping with the preferences Father placed into you, spirit.
I bless you with a place that has soft grass, or sandy desert, or Carolina clay, or forests, or ocean surfs, or mountains (“mountains, Gandalf! And find a quiet place where I can finish my book.”) as those are each life-giving in unique ways to different people, depending of where we grew up and what our spirits each like.
I bless you with a home that appeals to you, whether city or country.
I bless you with being surrounded with the animals you enjoy, or the absence of animals if you prefer that.
For those that bend toward the arts, I bless you with the resources needed to own those sorts of art media that give life, whether that medium or expression is digital, or canvas, or Procreate, or a piano, or a some other musical instrument, or a throwing wheel, or drawing pencils, or oils, or acrylics, or sheet metal, or leather, or woodworking, or sewing implements, or crochet hooks, or needles and cross stich.
For those that move, I bless you with the means to exercise, whether that is a place that has free-weights, or treadmills, or a road or track on which to run, or a bike, a pool, a sparring partner, a 24-form, a football, a tennis racquet, a lacrosse field, leaves to rake, lawns to mow, the colors of fall leaves and the sounds of the crunch beneath your feet as you do the yardwork, loamy or clay-like soil in which you place compost and plants. I bless you, spirit, to move as you process the riddles and problems that you are working at solving.
For those that read, research, and write, I bless you with the books, tomes, inks, quills, parchments, and a desk of your chosen size, shape, and material.
I bless you with a home that above all, is a place of rejuvenation and restoration. I bless you with a place that enables you to level set from any potential disjointings of the world that you have worked in and lived in during the day.
I bless you spirit with a safe place complete with “the cool of the day” whatever that looks like to you. I bless you with a safe harbor and a home in which to anchor.
I bless you in the name of Yeshua ha-Mashiach.