Little One

This is the end little one.
Tomorrow I will finally meet you, tomorrow I will end the speculations and look into your brown...or blue.. or green.. eyes.
Tomorrow it will no longer be playful bumps and kicks, but ten toes and ten fingers to count.
Tonight is the last time I will feel you moving inside of me, yet I know our closeness will transcend the physical realm, for you are my daughter. I was picked by Jehovah to labor for you and get to know you and love you and share my very body with you for nine months, to prepare you to meet your first rush of true air and to feel your first flecks of sunlight. You are already alive, but we are getting ready to whisk you out and introduce you to  life. to your purpose, to your destiny, to the creation which was also made by the one who made you.

Tonight I can hold you in my womb, safe, enclosed, protected. From evils that might rape your eyes and violence that might strike your ears and putrid smells that might invade your nostrils. This is the effect of the opposite of what you represent right now in our world, this is the effect of sin. And as my hands support the outside of the womb you are in, my lip murmur prayers for the messiah to be known to your gentle heart very, very soon.

He makes beautiful things, he makes beautiful things out of the dust...... (Gungor)



You have been handmade, hand picked, hand placed. The hand of God is on your life already. Jocelyn Michelle Flores, 
Welcome.