I wish to witness my birth!
But Ye, I can't.
It would have been something- I know-but such will never be granted!
You know what next I wish for?
A flat screen where I can behold my every step…and to ask for too much… amend my steps to the way it should be. But you know what? If I am to be granted such a priceless blessing, then, only I must glare at the screen, for shame, oh so mighty shame and revulsion that stink out will be mine only to bear.
Wow! I started this message with curiosity but now have none left. My heart raced with excitement but not a before.
Then a Man, with holes in his hand, whispered in my ears:
"What if you can have it?"
What? I asked.
"What you just fantasized about?"
How? It can't be possible.
"What if you can have it but in a different way…Another of the same?"
What if? I wondered.
"This time, I, knowing the future, can guide you.
I , loving all, will help you."
What about...
"Your shame and mistakes you mean?
Guess what? I'll cover it!
When you fall I will be there to pick you up.
You don't have to wish to watch yourself born and grow when it's source is of man.
Behold something greater:
You-being born of God!
