In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?
John 14: 2
Last summer, when God showed the story of my life along the shoreline of Prince Edward Island, he told me that I could come and go from our home as I pleased.
Free to sail on the waters of my heart, explore what is yet-undiscovered; free to come back to shore, our home, to rest.
When I need rest, that internal home is always existing for me.
He loves to give tangible experiences to represent a spiritual reality, and just as he said the impact of becoming a daughter would come for a long time, so it is as I prepare rooms in the Pineapple House for other daughters he is sending for rest.
Between the continual warfare, the inconsistent schedule and sleepless nights, and the house renovation, rest feels elusive.
Everything from my third-floor bedroom came down to the dining room in one morning.
Everything in the dining room–sorted and stored in any vacant cupboard space. The table–moved into the entryway corner for a breakfast nook. The alcohol–moved to Amy’s parents’ so the House is officially dry.
Coffee mugs make up sixty percent of the kitchenware in our house. (What is pictured doesn’t include a cabinet- or a storage box-full.)
One of the Father’s words over this next season was discipline.
I’ve always had religious connotations with the word.
It makes me think 5:30 am wake-up call, dietary restrictions, daily devotions, and Shoot-me-now!
I suppose with a change of heart comes a change of understanding; now I am discovering in scripture that the word less coincides with wearisome and more with rest.
My son, do not regard lightly the discipline of the Lord, nor be weary when reproved by him.
For the Lord disciplines the one he loves, and chastises every son whom he receives.
Hebrews 12, quoting a proverb
Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.
Discipline is the disciple becoming like the teacher, the Son like the Father.
It is for discipline that you have to endure. God is treating you as sons.
Therefore lift your drooping hands and strengthen your weak knees,
and make straight paths for your feet
so that what is lame may not be put out of joint but rather healed.
Hebrews 12, cross-referencing Isaiah 35
For waters break forth in the wilderness, and streams in the desert;
the burning sand shall become a pool,
and the thirsty ground springs of water;
in the haunt of jackals the grass shall become reeds and rushes.
Discipline unto healing.
Reeds and rushes. Pools of water.
My shoreline, my sea.
In rearranging the Pineapple House, three of us are in the dining room, and my attic bedroom became the Lighthouse prayer room, which currently looks like the Grinch came and stole Christmas (interior decorating is not a spiritual gifting in this household.)
However eclectic the taste in home décor, it is close to all our hearts to prepare a set-apart room for Jesus. In this place, we want to lean back against Jesus’ chest and share in the things of the Father.
No longer does he call us servants, but friends.
I want to be like the disciple John.
The one to whom Jesus promised a prepared room.
The one to whom Jesus promised not to leave as an orphan.
The one whom Jesus loved.
God prepared a place for me on P.E.I. that mirrors the place in my heart.
It is my rest on earth while Jesus prepares a place in heaven.
Until that complete rest, he is disciplining me by abidance to prepare rooms–literally and metaphysically–for other women coming into daughtership.
In this wild adventure as a sojourner in the city, I am being disciplined through rest to reap the righteous harvest of my teacher.
His divine power has granted to us all things that pertain to life and godliness,
through the knowledge of him who called us to his own glory and excellence
by which he has granted to us his precious and very great promise,
so that through them you may become partakers of the divine nature.
1 Peter 1: 3-4
Brother, sister, you are invited into this rest with me.