Wisdom, It's Time To Be Born!!

Story #1 This book is dedicated to my beautiful, anointed and loving daughter, Wisdom and Blessed Mother, Trina. And to all whom believe and need to believe in GOD, with a special dedication to ‘Us’...the Single Mother...God Loves ‘Us’ and our ‘Children’ too!!! One day while sitting on His thrown, God decided this would be a prefect day to make someone a mother. “I will send a gift to a ‘she’, making her a Mother-To-Be!” So He thought of all the babies He could send--and then it came to Him. “Wisdom! Oh Wisdom, where are you!?!” “Here I am, God. You called me?” “Yes I did. Wisdom, my angle, it’s time!” “Time? Time for what?” “It’s time to be born!” “Really, God!?! “Yes, yes it is.” Then Wisdom realized what being born would mean. “Oh God, I don’t wanna be born.” “Why not, sweetie?” “’Cause I don’t wanna leave you.” “Oh my little sheep, you could never leave me nor I you. You see my child, I will never see the righteous forsaken.” “Really?” “Really.” “But, God I won’t be able to see you anymore.” “Well, just because you can’t see me, doesn’t mean I’m not there.” “Huh?” “Listen, I know I’m God and you know I’m God, right?” “Uh-huh.” “Well, there are some people that don’t believe in me--” “What!?! Not believe in you, God!?!” “I’m afraid so.” “But why?” “Sweetie, now that’s along story--but just listen, just because they don’t believe in me; does that mean I cease to exist?” “No! ‘Cause I believe in you and I know you’re real!” “Of course you do! So just because they don’t believe in me doesn’t mean I’m not God.” “Nope!” “Good...and just because you can’t see me doesn’t mean I’m not there, understand?” “Oh yeah! I’ve got it now!” “Good. So lets go see your new mom!” “Yea!” So, God takes Wisdom’s tiny delicate hand in His and they walk over to God’s enormous looking-glass and God points and says: Wisdom, that woman will be your mother.” “Her? She’s pretty.” “Yes she is and she has a beautiful spirit, that’s one of the reasons I chose her.” Wisdom then hides underneath God’s long anointed robe and asks: Will she love me?” “Of course she will.” “Will she love me more than you?” God pulls Wisdom from underneath His robe and lifts her lovingly up into His blessed arms and replies, “No one can do that, Wisdom.” And they embrace. Wisdom has a very troubled look on her face and God asks, “What is it, my child?” “God?” “Yes.” “Once I’m born, will I ever see you again?” “Worry not, my precious little flower; you will return soon enough. But I have a work that you must do.” “Who me?” “Yes you, for you are a wise and blessed child. You will spread the Goodness of me to all that you know and see. Can you do that for me?” “I can do that for you.” ‘I know you can, but first you must be born.” “Ok then, you know best.” “Good.” Just then Wisdom peered down and saw a troubling look about her mother’s face. “Oh God, look! Mommy seems scared!” “Not scared, because fear is not of me. But she is a little worried about telling your father you’re coming.” “God?” “Yes, Wisdom.” “Isn’t my ‘coming’ a good thing?” “Of course it is! Children are always a blessing from me!” “Oh goodie!” As we take a closer look into God’s looking-glass we can see and hear what’s taking place...”So your pregnant, huh?” “Yes James, I am.” “Ok...so I guess we will have to put a rush on those rings, huh?” “Really?” “Yeah, I guess.” Meanwhile, back up in Heaven...”Oh goody! Daddy’s gonna marry mommy!” “Wisdom, I’m already married to your mother.” “God, you’re my daddy?” “Wisdom, I’m everyone’s Father.” “Even those people you said don’t believe in you?” “Yes, them too. They’re blind now, but one day they too shall see.” “Ok God, does this mean I’m gonna have two daddy’s?” “Wisdom my love, you’ll always have two fathers. One physical and Me, Spiritual.” “Cool!” “Cool, is right! Listen to me, Wisdom. I would have preferred your physical father to have married to your mother long ago. But even if your physical father doesn’t marry your mother, I will always be married to her--for she’s my bride-groom! And you will always have two fathers--him and Me. No matter what anyone says you have a Father and His name’s Jesus, understand?” “I sure do! I love you...daddy.” They embrace again. “Look daddy, mommy’s crying! Why is she crying!?!” “Well sweetness, your physical father is frighten of his responsibilities towards you.” “Doesn’t daddy know fear is not of you like mommy does?” “I’m afraid your physical father doesn’t know Me like he should.” “Do you mean he doesn’t believe in you?” “Oh no, he believes in Me, but he doesn’t trust in Me--not like he should.” “Mommy trusts in you.” “She sure does.” “I trust in you too!” “I know you do.” “Huh, if daddy’s scared, then why is mommy crying?” “You are so wise, my child! Well Wisdom, mommy’s worried. She wants the best for you and she ‘thinks’ she might have to handle things alone--she ‘thinks’.” “She’s not alone! God, tell her that you will always be with her! Tell her! Tell her, God please, so mommy will stop crying!” “I have, Wisdom, and I will continue to remind her. Even if she has Faith of a mustard seed, she can withstand all things through me and that because of my love which strengthens her!” “God, is that why you said she ‘thinks’ she might be by herself; but she won’t ‘cause you’ll always be there?” “Exactly! You’re so wise!” “Thank you!” “You’re quite welcome!” “God?” “Yes?” “Can mommy hear you like I can?” “Yes Wisdom, she can. For my flock knows my voice.” “Then why is she still crying?” “She’s still crying because this is her way of releasing her body from stress. Once she’s done crying she will feel a re-newed strength and Faith in me. See, she stopped crying.” “God, you’re a pretty smart guy.” “I tend to think so. So are you, that’s why I named you ‘Wisdom’, for you are wise.” Wisdom peers down one last time before God sends her on her way. “Look mommy’s in the hospital--look there’s grandma and granddad, and uncles Kylyn, John & Todd! God, who are all those other people?” “Those are close friends to your mother--you remember your God-Mother Jaki, don’t you?” “Oh yeah!” “The rest are doctors and nurses who will help during your delivery.” “Oh.” “So...are you ready, it’s getting pretty close to that time.” “I’m scared--will it hurt?” “No, sweetie you won’t feel and thing.” “Will it hurt mommy?” “Well, she will feel some discomfort, but once she hears and sees you, she will say you’re worth it!” “Ok, then I’m ready--but, I need one more hug, daddy!” And Wisdom wraps her tiny little arms around God’s tender neck and holds on for dear life. “Ok God, I’m ready. I’m not scared anymore, ‘cause I just remembered you will always be with me.” “That’s right, I will...and I Am.” And with that God waved His miraculous arm in the air and in a flash Wisdom was gone from His heavenly embrace and pushing her way into this wondrous world. And with a slight cry from the doctors hand upon her bottom we can hear Wisdom’s mother whisper, “She’s worth it.” The End.