Come Abide.

Come son, come daughter. Come abide here with me. 

Now is the time to relay the foundation built on unconditional love. For so many years brick were mortared and held together by pride and lack of identity. Each brick of fear, rejection, incapability and incompetence was laid. You built the very walls that have confined you. You create, settled in, and built a home in a field meant for tents. 

Now time, change, process, healing, peace, and love have violently shaken and destroyed every brick. And here you stand feeling naked, vulnerable, exposed, unsure, lost, and perhaps even angry.

Come son, come daughter, come abide here with me.

There are no walls between us, I see all of you and all I see is beauty. My beloved creation. My strong and great one. Oh how I wish you could see it! But the beautiful part of this disaster is now you can. The walls are no longer there to misconstrue your perspective. When you speak your words will not bounce back to you as an echo. I can hear you. Your voice is heard.

You found comfort in darkness and you hid every light from within so there would be no shadows, no fear. So without these walls now there is nothing but light. No corners to hide in. No shadows lurking. Only light. Flowing from you. Flowing from me. We reflect one another and the beauty of the intertwining of our souls astounds me. 

Come son, come daughter, come abide here with me.

Now you feel homeless, helpless, not sure what lies ahead. Let’s rebuild together. Fill every space with love, light, wisdom and peace. May every wall be built, not to guard you from things coming in but to create a space for you to come out. In this space, this new place we are building together. I want all of you to pour out. Not so I can contain you, but so that who you are will saturate every corner of this place. 

This place called home. This place we are building together, known as my heart. 

As we build and as you grow I will let who you are simply pour out of me. You will see through my eyes the power you possess. You will see things change.

Who you are is what they need. Who you are is what completes me. Who you are makes my heart home. So come son, come daughter, Come abide here with me. Come home. Be home. Create the walls of love so that others can find refuge in it. Those who have no home. May they come and abide with us.

 The funny thing about you and me and intimacy is that it draws others in. Intimacy will pull others in to abide with us. Being intimate with me, completely vulnerable and open isn’t about you and I sharing, it’s about beckoning others to come in.

Funny isn’t it? You thought building your own space and living in isolation was what intimacy was all about. But intimacy is about relationships. It’s about opening up all of you to all of me. And me is everyone you meet. Me is a fluid concept. Me is them. The English language can’t contain the “I am” the “me”. But you will see, in this new home, there you will abide with me. All of me. All of me, loves all of you. 

So come son, come daughter, Abide here with me. Abide here with us.
We are waiting for all of you. You are what we need. Come.