The Bridegroom

I am overjoyed hearing bridegroom stories. I heard one yesterday. And the Lord is kind to me, bringing me newlyweds, who tell me of their recent wedding. I get to see perhaps a picture, or I get to hear a story, and where the permission is there, I bless the one who brings me that story. You need to be open for the blessing, and if one is, I bring it.

Bridegrooms.

I will spend some time making a bridegroom story in pictures. I love exerting my energy on promulgating love.

It's a hobby, right? I am doing this volunteer. So, love outputs love.

When you garden, do you monitor your plants? Today, there are apps to ID plants. And I did the old way, hunt and search on the Internet. I have this very cute plant. And it turns out to cause burrs. I pulled the bunch, and I wanted to see what they are good for.

5 years. After pulling them, you need to monitor them for 5 years. Wow. Such a cute plant. I am not into burrs. They are intelligent travel. I've had burrs before, but that would be the advanced plant, which is no longer all pretty.

I have plants, which I will call terre history. Before any house was built, that plant was here, cultivated by farmers. I wish the city had places to go plant special plants. I don't necessarily want it here, but it is a food stock. I don't need that food stock in my  yard. And it is cute. It has been growing every year it's own little habitation. Things have changed. And I am wondering about what I am doing with that bit of food stock. Who has terre history in their yard? Do you keep them? Do you feature them? As long as I have been here, I have let a little bit of that history live in my yard.

In the panel on the left, read the blessing for the newlywed provided in this story of Ruth. It's pretty cool.

I am making a guess on the Hebrew. I am still working on Hebrew.

Zipor/Ziphor Adame/Adama.

Here's the problem. The H thing on the end could be three different vowels. How would I know?

For now, I guess an e. My first guess is an e.

And for the Zipor thing, I guess a p. And I am not set on the Z. I might want an s.

I will think about it. Here's the call. Sipor/Siphor Adame. It's not weeded down a lot. It is some. My first unction is that which is familiar from previous language studies, among several languages. It is not merely French. It is a conglomerate. I am no longer merely a French as a second language speaker. I am a conglomerate speaker. So, I try to draw from more.

I favor an s.

History.

Siphor is history.

When you swap letters to another language, it is dicey.

Who knows.

I liked the Portuguese.

The word I am playing with is the word History.

Were I a teacher in an institution, I would probably favor linguistic bits, but even they need regularity in application for anyone to get the full gist. They are not without interpretation.

This is sort of a daily story.  Let me tell you another story. My cat has a brother twin. And he's very cute. If I did not have a cat, I would probably want to take him in. But he has a mom.

His mom left him outside yesterday. He was a poor kitty. And he needed someone to tell his story to. And I listened, and I told him, "Yes, you are a poor kitty. Bad things happened to you. I love you. You are not without love." The cat meowed 15-20 times. I stayed and listened to all his meows, as he told me his story. And I affirmed he is loved.

What happened was a car whizzed around the corner, and almost took poor kitty out. And I was on the edge of street, with that poor kitty, and I cried, "Kitty, (his name), get off the road."

And poor kitty did. He hastened his pace, and he got off the road, and he was not run over. And then, would you not know it, birds came. My birds. Not the crows, just part of the whole set I feed. And so, the birds were hassling him. Poor kitty. Almost struck by a car, and then, chased by birds. The kitty felt picked on. And so, I called him toward his home. And he came. And I suggested he get some momming love. But mom was not open for the time. Anyway, he went home to his place, into his comfy spot, and he felt a little safer. And I watched his progress, to see he made it. Birds understand territory. There's safe places. They leave some safe places. Anyway, the birds were still near, and the cat was in his territory for sure. And I turned to the family flock of birds, and I said, "Birds, I feed you. Leave this kitty alone. I cover him. He is under my protection. I feed you. You listen to me. You leave my poor kitty alone. He's mine. (Spiritual authority speaking, not earthly speaking, but as Roi.)"

So, what happened? The bird crew left. They left my poor kitty alone. And that poor kitty had a bit of time to recover. Poor kitty. When I speak on behalf of the Lord, I use his voice. I stood as Jehovah Roi on behalf of the cat. And the crew of birds respected my authority.

The example is similar to prayer. We cover persons, places, and situations under our prayer cover. We kick off enemies. We ensure territories and justice in them. And we create safe havens where creation can have reasonable lives, those kinds of lives which Creator God had hoped for them.

Anyway, Daddy God is Creator God. Abale. Abbale. I don't know. You get the idea.

I do love that cat. I love him a lot. Were he mine, I would pull him up tight to my side, but his CatMom also needs precious time with a fine cat. And so, he is in the right place, with his mom.

I can love him by doing things which are kind and neighborly. I can watch out for him outside. We want a network of people who care. It's nice to know a few people around us who care. Right?

The neighbor may not see, but Jehovah Roi sees. And he cares. He cares about what happens on the street. And he cares about that poor kitty. My reward comes from his hand.

The overly quick turn, by a car, could have also harmed a child. I suppose carelessness could have also harmed me. Perhaps. I was in the right place at the right time to warn a cat.

Were I to fall toward municipal law, one might consider driving speed on residential roads. Perhaps.

The kind of love that I have is the same love Jehovah Roi had looking upon the circumstance of Ruth and Boaz, and how truth and love intersect life and law. There is law. There is life. There are overlaps of interest, and neighbors. There is ensuring survival of the species, of families, of clans.  I have that love.