~this blog relates to long distance long term Ms and represents only my own experiences and opinions. Nothing herein is stared as FACT for all, "Gospel" or otherwise. If it doesn't fit your own experience or definitions, *rock on*. Feel free to express your own truth in the comments. ~
Master's Household is a very encompassing concept. It's also a very important foundational concept. Master's Household is not a physical place (well it is, but it is not ONLY a physical place....) it includes the people whom He is responsible for, all of the people THEY are responsible for, it includes their responsibilities, as well as His own. It includes His own physical properties and assets, and also all of theirs both tangible and intangible.)
Imagine it like a Venn Diagram with concentric circles moving outward in encompassing size... You could view it as His own circle in the center with His own home and property and responsibility OR it can be alternatively viewed as His circle encompassing all of the others.
I am a part of Master's Household. All that I have and am responsible for is a part of His Household. As such, He is responsible for all that I am responsible for (literally and metaphorically). This is the root of our M s relationship. There is nothing outside of His responsibility. He is responsible for my wellbeing physically, emotionally, medically, financially, etc. I am also responsible TO Him for all of my outside responsibilities in addition to those I have towards Him.
^^^^^ those are the theoretical idea concepts.
A moment when this was brought into focus recently:
I enjoy finding really unique experiences for U/us when He comes to visit or when W/we travel. Two weeks ago when He was in my space I was able to book U/us a stay at a literal palatial estate of a multimillionaire. Now... mind you... because I'm awesome, I was able to do this for less than it would cost for a motel in Canada. As it was, W/we were on the property pretty much on our own with the house staff. Yes, the man has a literal house staff of upwards of 30 people. There was a private pool with 3 levels to it. There was a 2 story waterfall with a private gym and TWO saunas... oh and let's not forget the private zoo with hundreds of exotic animals in habitat enclosures and the vet on staff.
W/we had someone on staff to take care of our every need and want. W/we had a private tour of the animals including ability to get into the enclosures and feed/pet the animals. I got to feed tortoises which are older than the ring on my hand which is more than 5 generations old... I got to see and collect feathers from an albino peacock. I got to feed and connect with a southern patas monkey which is SO rare that wikipedia does not even have a picture of one... O/our daughter got to help pick up newborn baby ducklings from a species which had not seen live hatchlings in several seasons! I got to get neck nuzzles from a beautiful white Arabian horse who was brand new to their stable... she bonded with me before ever meeting the man who had bought her.
They opened the gym for U/us at night and turned the lights on in the pool which lit up the water in alternating patterns of blue, red, green, and teal...
They invited U/us to tour the private areas of the estate where he kept his most prized animals under 4 separate sets of gates and locks... not even the groundskeeper had been allowed in that area before. He had never seen what was behind THOSE doors.
Finally, W/we were taken on a tour of the lands which the estate owns. He owns acres of Mango trees, as well as fields of lettuce and eggplant, lots of clover and alfalfa were planted.. he had greenhouses full of tomatoes, peppers and various herbs. He had stables full of sheep and goats, as well as pygmy goats. W/we got to hold some baby lambs which were a week old. W/we got to feed a "grandfather" goat who was absolutely giant!
The estate not only includes the mansion, the pool, the stables, the fields. but also the farmers who are on the land and a village of workers who stay on the land, work the space, and rely on this estate owner for their livelihood.
Sounds like a novel or a movie... something untrue right ... it's not. This happened. It's real. When I made the booking there was no expectation of ANY of this. Sure, I knew about the mansion and the pool and the zoo... but the main idea was to take Master and O/our daughter on a lovely last bit of a trip before school started back up again. It's not far from my home, and hey, maybe it would be nice. ... so how did it move from what W/we intended to all of this private access Those doors tend to open for me. It just is. I show up and I am who I am, and I am honest and kind and polite. I comport myself as someone who is worthy of good things. I treat people with respect and I give them opportunity to feel seen heard and important. And a result more often than not, people really respond! The caretaker WANTED to show us everything that the Master of the House had! W/we gave Him an opportunity to be PROUD. To tell His story. To share His pride and joy. W/we listened intently and asked thoughtful questions. W/we praised the things that W/we were shown, and showed respect for the time and energy put into acquiring them and maintaining them. W/we showed love for what the Master of the house loved. W/we LOVED the animals and showed them care and respect, this opened the WORLD to U/us.
He could not share enough! He WANTED to share with U/us.... this door is always locked, no one is allowed here, but I will open it for YOU.
(Please do not misunderstand this as pride in myself over pride in what I am able to accomplish for my Master, that will be addressed in a subsequent post. I acknowledge what is good and different in myself because self worth and a knowledge of your own talents is an acknowledgement of the value of what my Master owns (me))
The two sad truths... the Master of the House built this space as His own "Paradise on Earth". It was to be where He retired. He wanted to share it with his wife and children. He loves animals. He loves wide open spaces. He spent decades gathering everything and building it to his heart's content. Then he married a woman who does not share this vision. She does not love animals and prefers the big bustling city and glitz and glamor. She does not share His vision of "Paradise on Earth." As a result, he comes to see His space every once in a while, then returns to His space in the city. He has not given up on His zoo... rather He has left it in the care of others... parts of His home have fallen to disrepair. That's putting it kindly. I can see what it WAS... but the tiles are falling off of the pool.... the tikibars plural have not been used in years... the wood is rotting and the hinges have fallen off. The handmade leaded stained glass is completely covered in dirt and it took EVERYTHING IN ME not to beg to be left alone on the roof to clean them just so I could stand in the atrium and gaze up at what it SHOULD HAVE BEEN!
The floors were covered in dirt and bug remains... and I will not discuss the potential of the animal habitats vs the reality.
The caretaker and the itinerant farmer came to an argument which I could understand in the second language I speak: "If the Master saw how you have allowed this place to become overgrown and how careless you have been, you would be out!" reprimanded the caretaker to the itinerant farmer. The farmer had admitted that he did not know where certain plants were or the status of the plants which were growing. He had left them to go wild inside the space. The caretaker pointed out baggies of unplanted seeds which had been pushed to the side and left unsown. "I know exactly what those baggies are as THAT is MY handwriting" he was quietly livid. ..... all while maintaining a smile and pretending to us in English that all was well.... all is NOT well... all is a shadow of what it could or should be.
The Master's Estate has been left to rot in His absence.
The dangerous part of me wanted to jump to "fix it" ... and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt I could have had that place up and running the way it should have been inside of 6 months (if given the access to the workers and the finances) I could have done any one of 60 things in those moments and life could very likely take a very different path.... but that is NOT the MY MASTER'S HOUSEHOLD... and I prefer MY Master to this.
Let me let that sink in... I prefer MY Master to this. How can I SAY that with a straight face Because My Master is wiser. I have no respect for this man who actually DECIDED to marry a woman who does not share His vision. a woman who can not see or does not care about what he loves! It baffles me on both of their parts! How could this man marry a woman who would not love what he loves How could he tie himself to her and as a result know that he would give up his vision of Paradise... How could SHE deprive him of it... I can not fathom.
No, this is not My Master's household. but it did provide a moment for very important dialogue and again, appreciation for E/each other.
What does it mean to be a caretaker of my Master's Household
When I am in His space I am responsible for the day to day upkeep. I also keep my eyes open for ways to improve the space to meet His goals, needs, and desires. I do so with an eye towards the future and value. I look for ways to use my time in the space wisely. I paint the deck. I sweep the cobwebs. I have painted the fence. W/we have refinished the fence in some areas. I clean out under the deck. I deep clean the cabinets and pantry. etc etc etc.
When He needs to know where something is, all He need do is ask me on a call "go to the workroom, look at the bench under the window the second shelf down on the left side you will see the drain cleaner." "Go to the kitchen to the cabinets on the left of the stove, now look down at the drawer to the left the small one, there is the tape." etc.
As my Master's slave I am responsible for the upkeep, care, cleaning, and improvement of the home.
My Master's Household also includes the space I occupy, as I am His, what is mine is His. I am responsible for caring for this space as well as I care for His! I must clean it, maintain it, respect it, and improve it as though it were the space He is occupying. THIS is long distance long term M/s.
Everything that is my responsibility is Master's responsibility... that includes our daughter and the animals; just like the Master of that estate.
He had not even the time to meet his brand new prize Arabian mare! I met her first. She looked into my soul, I swear she did. I was able to pet her and she nuzzled into my neck!
I was able to feed her. Yes, the Master of that house brought someone to groom her, and train her, and a vet to care for her along with all of the other prized animals in his possession. Yet when he came to shake my hand (drove TWO HOURS to shake MY hand....) I kid you not.... I congratulated him on the ducklings and asked if he had met his horse yet... no he had not. I excitedly asked to take him to meet her... he could not. He had work to do... another time...
He has all of these animals he "prizes" ... yet he has no time or ability to attend to them, to develop a relationship with them.. to groom them, to train them, to take pleasure in them... what a WASTE!
Yet my Master, when He had to spend 3 days at this space alone He decided to develop His relationship with the animals that are His. He has a conure named Bridgette who apparently loves His beatboxing. She dances for me... she dances for Him. He fed her from His hand and she took the seeds and He loved how she eats... He has a kitten I saved from death on the street. He loves how she cuddles and He tried to help me curb her one bad behavior. He has a lovebird named Lilo who was not terribly interesting, but He tried. He has a red eared slider turtle who does yoga and loves to be fed.
Most of all, he developed a relationship with his greatest responsibility ... our daughter. <<< more on this later.
Long distance slavery for U/us starts with defining Master's Household and a focus on the fact that even when He is not present I am responsible for and to His Household be it here on this side of the world, or there on that one; just as He is responsible for all He owns ... here and there, living and inanimate.
Thank You for caring for what is Yours. Thank You for never leaving what is Yours neglected and derelict. Thank You for making time and priority. You are much wiser than that man. You have my honor, my love, my loyalty, my respect, and as always my grateful service...
His slaveMikayla.
"You Don't Miss A Thing"
You know my motives
You know my heart
No matter what I'm doin' You see my secrets
Right through the dark
Who do I think I'm foolin'?
You watch me runnin'
You let me hide
'Cause You know where I'm goin' to
Seeking me Reaching me
Keeping me in Your care,
Lord I can't escape it
[1st Chorus:]
You don't miss a thing I do
You see every move I make
But You know everything I need
You don't let a care get by You
You don't miss a thing, do You?
When my heart's broken
You dry my tears
'Cause You know what I'm feeling
When I am frozen
You melt my fears
Your gentle love is healing
You feed my hunger
You quench my thirst
'Cause You are my provider
Leading me
Teaching me
Keeping me in Your care,
Lord I can't escape it
[2nd Chorus:]
You don't miss a thing I do
You see every move I make
You know everything I need
You don't let a care get by You
You hear every word I say
I will never go unnoticed
'Cause You don't miss a thing, do You?
[repeat]
You don't miss a thing... no, no ,no...
The animals I loved most: Dongol the Hamadyas Baboon. Hassan the Olive Baboon. Senpai the Southern Patas Monkey. Aldabra Giant Tortoises. Kleinmann's tortoise (I held three). A yellow golden pheasant
and of course Marrylegs the jet black pregnant pony and Beauty the White Arabian Mare. <3