Let It Live.

The Creator moved back from the piece in front of HIM which HE was working on. It was small, cute, beautiful and divine in all of its form. Everything about it was pretty. It was, as the humans would call it, a bundle of joy. The Creator smiled to HIMSELF as a commendation on a job well done. HE had succeeded in creating that which would make another couple happy as well as make their bonds grow stronger. It was only a matter of nine months.

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The Creator was still admiring this little piece when HE heard a piercing wail, coming to HIM from beyond the sparkling white veil. The veil served as a transport medium between the manufacture place and the womb. That was the veil used for sending the bundles of joy into the world, happily. Why then was HE hearing this cry?

HE waited for sometime, then slowly, HE saw the cause. One of the bundles of joys HE had sent through was floating back to HIM. HE had sent it in a stainless, white shawl, but it was coming back to HIM with bloodstains all over it now. Emotions gripped The Creator as the wailing bundle slowly sailed into his hands. Balls of tears were forming in HIS eyes as HE looked down at the cruelty of the humans on HIS beautiful masterpiece. HE knew what happened already, afterall, wasn’t HE the all-knowing?
The humans had decided they didn’t want HIS gift and killed it before it even came to life ; something they conveniently call “Abortion”.

HE looked down at the bundle in HIS arms, touched its mouth so that it would be able to speak and asked it.
“What wrong have you done them to deserve this?”
The bundle of joy, amidst sobs, replied.
“Father! Father! I have done no wrong. I was in the room (womb) you gave me. I ate only when I was fed. I drank only when I was given liquids. I kicked only when I was excited. I leap for YOUR glory every morning like I should. All of a sudden, I saw another human tampering with me, your special gift”

The Creator looked up, not wanting the poor little innocent bundle to see the hurt in HIS eyes. He looked down and continued.
“Didn’t you tell them of the marvelous other gifts I saddled you with?”
“Father! Father! They didn’t let me. They had no idea I came with wealth, prosperity and success. They didn’t let me tell them YOU sent me with good health, opportunities and grace to them. They didn’t let me live enough to let them know that YOU sent me to elevate them in life. They gave me no such chances”

The Creator looked sad. It wasn’t the first time that humans refused HIS gifts but HE was a merciful ONE, HE would keep showering them. HE was like a father who had many children, some obeying HIM, some disrespecting HIM.
HE spoke to the bundle again after a while.
“Do not worry, you cute source of joy. I won’t send you into their wicked hands again. I’ll keep you here by my side and you’ll keep me company. You’ll be constantly loved by the angels and other bundles here”
“Father! Father!”, the bundle began , “You know best, but may I make a suggestion. They have friends, I mean those that did this to me. A woman advised her not to, even promised to take care of me if she had me. I ask, Father, that you send me to her instead. I know she’ll appreciate your gift”

The Creator thought about this and nodded in approval. HE gave the bundle more gifts for this woman and sent it (the bundle) through the veil again. But before sending it, HE wiped its memory of their conversation, so it would forget the hurt and begin a new life afresh, like the innocent little baby it was supposed to be.

That was how Mrs. Miller became pregnant with her first son, twelve (12) years after being barren.

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Moral : Babies are gifts from the LORD. It and every other gift should be appreciated. Stop abortion, please. Spread The Word. We lose stars daily to this act of violence. Its murder in its own form too.
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