Somewhere deep within, we remember—though perhaps only as a whisper in the soul—the world as it was meant to be. The way light played among the leaves before it ever touched stone; the weight of air, new and unspoiled; the hush of morning before sorrow found its tongue. This is not nostalgia for a place we have never known, but the echo of a garden still planted inside us.
Scripture tells us Eden was not merely a mythic beginning, but a vocation—a calling to be God’s image-bearers, cultivating creation and extending sacred order into the wilds beyond the garden’s gate. Eden was where heaven and earth embraced, where God’s presence dwelled, and where humanity was clothed not in fabric, but in glory and purpose. Our longing is not for lost innocence, but for restoration of that calling—to walk again with God in the cool of the day, to be at home.
There is a beauty clothing cannot create, but only reveal. A linen that breathes like prayer, a cotton that remembers rain before the flood— these are not mere commodities, but hints of the world as it was and as it shall be, when the earth is full of the knowledge of the Lord as the waters cover the sea.
When you slip into a dress shaped by mercy, tie a sash that recalls old rivers, or rest your head on a pillow soft as blessing, you are not simply adorning yourself. You are participating in a vocation as old as creation itself: to uncover the beauty woven into the world, to tend the garden within and without.
Home is not lost. It is waiting—beneath the noise and striving, beneath the clamor of proving and pushing. There is still a gate that swings open, still a path back to the garden. You do not need to earn it; you need only remember. In every act of justice, mercy, and beauty we anticipate God’s future and echo Eden’s peace.
Come barefoot. Come beloved. Come wearing your light.
Return to Eden.
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