You are all Moses in the bulrushes. You floated down a river, and rightful strangers took you in and made you their own. But you do not feel that you quite belong in this strange country with these strange people.

You would go back upstream to find your origin, if only you knew how. Sometimes you feel that it is a mistake altogether that you are on earth, and you want to go back where you started. You feel adrift. In that sense, We can say that all of My children are adopted.

I am all-encompassing. I am everywhere all at once. I never miss a beat. I hold the entire Universe in one embrace. I hold you in My embrace right now. My embrace is firm yet not tight. Within My embrace, you can do your own breathing. You can live your own life, so to speak. In your imagination, you can wander, yet you are nevertheless caught in My embrace. Caught in My embrace, you are yet freed. In My arms is the freedom you so desire. In My arms, you travel every coast.