In the womb is a comfort, Luxury hard to imagine. Another body sweating or burning calories, so you are never too cold or too hot, Regulated climate. Umbilical cord delivering oxygen and nutrients while cleaning out waste... wow the nostalgia. Another person taking full responsibility, to see that all pans out for the life that is you. If they stumble they make sure they fall in a way that protects you.
The nest follows... comfort & luxury changes form geographically but not much. Someone still makes sure your belly is full, the bed is cushioned and yes your are next to a body that more or less regulates the temperature for you... You watch out for no.1 and someone else watches for you. When things get icky or uncomfortable you just holler and hello... diapers are changed, you get cleaned up, or your mouth gets filled... again Nostalgic
Nostalgic because we all have vague memories that fade fast... unfortunately sometimes the system around us can perpetuate the sort of dependency that pretty much resembles that naissance stuff. You are torn, you can pick the pieces but you rather wait and hope someone else can do it for you.
Nehemiah's nation was torn BUT he knew unless his people recognized their shame and rose up to patch things up and cover their nakedness then they would stay exposed to the principalities. My word remains bound to the elements, like the infant, its easier to holler and expect someone somewhere to do the patching that we can do. Just like my 1 yr princes… its soo fun to Rip stuff and vibrate with the pleasure the ripping sound brings unfortunately nostalgia is just that. No one patches what we rip, it stays ripped.
As a leader releasing others the temptation is to patch up everything… learn from mama eagle… the eaglets gotta fly when time comes shake the nest ;-)
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