Story Notes: 

     I went through a period where I wrote little stories or poems to include with baby gifts.  This is a collection of four of those pieces.  Names have been changed from the original versions.

 

 

#1 – Little Girl, Baby Girl

 

Little girl, baby girl, where are you bound?

Mind of God, Breath of God, a family I’ve found.

 

Little girl, baby girl, why are you here?

Touch of God, Hope of God, Deity brought near.

 

Little girl, baby girl, what will you be?

Song of God, Smile of God, Gift from eternity.

 

 

#2 – Choices

 

             Once, before Time, when Time was not because all times were and are and always will be, a thought of God pondered life and its choices.  This little soul looked hard on all the places and all the times and made a decision.

             “Here, on Earth.  In January 2004,” the little soul said.

             “All right,” said God agreeably.

             “I choose to start as a baby.  I want to grow up and see what it’s like.  I want to experience childhood and adolescence and adulthood and old age…”  Words failed the little soul in its growing excitement.  It knew this life would be a grand adventure.

             God showed the little soul all the families on Earth at the time it had chosen.  Families from every part of Earth.  Families with no children and many children.  Loving families and broken families.  The little soul considered them all.

             “I want sisters.  And a mom and a dad.  I choose to love and be loved.”  It looked over the families once more and decided, “This one.  The Johnsons.”

             God agreed.  “What else?”

             The little soul thought of boys with skinned knees.  It thought of girls with frilly dresses.  It imagined baseball and ballet and climbing in tress and playing with dolls.  It remembered the sisters it had chosen and envisioned shared confidences and late-night parties.

             “I choose to be a girl,” it said eagerly.

             God smiled.  “So it was and is and shall be.”

             “I like the name Carrie Ann.”  The little soul’s tone was wistful.

             “So do I,” God said, and He whispered the name to Kent and Melissa, who were granted the care of this little soul.  Then He guided the little soul called Carrie Ann to the time and place of her desires.  “Go forth then, my daughter.  Be all that you have chosen and more.  Be a light.  Be a miracle.  Be a blessing.”

             And the little soul was.

 

#3 – Baby’s Worlds

 

In my first world…

 

I slept in a cloud-cradle, the scent of moonlight like evergreen pine lingering in the air.

 

I connected a path through the stars as my eyelids grew heavy and then I dreamed

crazy dreams where lightning bolts danced with their thunder-drums…

 

Until the angels hushed them and whispered lullabies instead.

 

Because God was there, all around me, I knew the name of my first world…

 

It was Heaven.

 

 

When I left my first world for my second, I worried.  I thought I would forget.

 

But God saw my worry.  He reached a hand into His side and withdrew a

ball of light, the size of a seed, brighter than any sun.  This He pressed into

my heart until I felt its warm glow of belonging.

 

“It is a piece of Myself,” He said, “so wherever you go and whatever you do,

you’ll never lose your way.  You will remember and return to Me…

 

Because I am the bridge between worlds.”

 

 

In my second world…

 

When Mommy holds me close, her arms are softer than the clouds.

 

When Daddy smiles, his eyes twinkle with a pride that outshines the stars.

 

When my brothers laugh, it is sweeter than every angel song.

 

When my grandparents hug me, I smell cookies baking and fruit pies bubbling.

I smell the aromas of damp earth and sawdust.

 

And because God is still here, all around me and even in me,

I know the name of my second home…

 

It is Love.

 

 

#4 – The Project

 

             One day the little soul named Matthew James skipped into God’s workshop.  He’d heard God was working on an extra-special project, and he wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

             “Hiya, God!” Matthew said as the workshop door banged shut behind him.

             God made an adjustment to His project and replied in His calm, unflappable way, “Hello, Matthew.”

             “Whatcha working on?”

             “It’s a gift for Brian and Sara Clark.”  God beamed proudly at the project on His workbench.  “It’s a new baby.”

             “Really?”  Matthew peeked around God and then scrambled up a stool for a closer look at the tiny human.  “Cool!  How’s it work?”

             God showed Matthew how the baby worked.  How the little heart pumped blood.  How the little lungs breathed air.  How the brain interpreted nerve signals.

             Suitably impressed, Matthew nodded his solemn approval.  “That’s pretty clever.  You did good, God.”

             God frowned.  “There’s something missing.”

             Matthew studied the project closely.  Everything looked fine to him.

             “It won’t know how to come back home when it’s done on earth,” God said.  “It needs a soul that’s part of Me to show it the way.”

             Matthew thought hard and finally came up with the perfect solution.  “Hey, God, I can be its soul!  I’m part of You, and I can get here from anywhere.”

             “Yes, that might work, Matthew James.  But you know, sometimes when you’re on earth, it’s very hard to remember the way.”

             “I can do it.  Just watch.”  Matthew cocked his head and studied the baby again.  “It’s kinda small.  Will I fit?”

             God patted Matthew’s dark curls.  “You can take your time getting used to it.  Whenever you need a break, just sleep for a while and remember Me.”

             “Okay!  What do I do first?”

             “Close your eyes,” God instructed.

             Matthew did.  God’s breath whispered over and around him.  He fell asleep to its loving sound.  When he awoke, he was looking into the eyes of his new parents.  They had God’s eyes, so he knew that even when things got hard, he would never forget the way home. ¤

 

 

 

 

 

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