My home is sacred space. It’s where I eat, sleep, and go about the affairs of my daily life.
It’s sacred because Keck is here, friends and family are welcome, and strangers become friends.
As I made the bed this morning, I felt the need to bless it. For good sleep, good sex, and good rest. It seemed strangly comforting. And, I thought about how good it is to bless things and spaces and lives.
Bless means to consecrate. Reconsecrate is blessing again and again.
It’s easier to curse things.
The drivers who cannot make up their minds about what lane they are going to choose. Politicians. Late deliveries. Early mornings.
Sounds a lot like whining, this cursing.
What if I bless again and again.
Truly bless. Not the southern, “bless your heart.”
Today I invoke heaven and earth as a witness against you that I have set life and death, blessing and curse, before you. Therefore choose life so that you and your descendants may live!
Deuteronomy 30:19
Choose.
Blessing or cursing.
It’s a matter of life and death.<3
TotallyKris 
Amen 🙏 I love this, in our words we have the power to declare file over death, let’s continue to consecrate and re-consecrate ❤️
Amen 🙏 I love this, in our words we have the power to declare life over death, let’s continue to consecrate and re-consecrate ❤️
Thanks for reading, Liz. XOXOX