Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Life After Birth
Once upon a time, there were twin babies that were conceived in the same womb; weeks passed and the twins developed into what they were suppose to be. As their awareness grew, they smiled and laughed for joy - "Isn't it great that we were conceived? Isn't it great that we are alive?! Together the twins explored their small world; finding their mother's cord that gave them life, they sang and leaped for joy again! "How great is our mother's love, that she shares her own life with us!" they sang...
As weeks stretched into months, the twins noticed however that each was changing, growing, getting bigger - "What does this mean?" said one. "I think it means our life in this world is drawing to an end" said the other.
"But I don't want to go, I want to stay here always!!!"
"We have no choice...but maybe there is a life after birth?" said the other. "How can that be?" responded the one." if we shed our life cord how is life possible without it? Besides, we have seen evidence that others have been here before us and none of them have returned to tell us there is life after birth! No, this is the end!!!"
And so they fell into deep despair, both thinking out loud, "If conception ends in birth, what is the purpose of life in the womb? It is meaningless. Maybe there is no mother after all..."
"But there has to be a mother," protested the other. "How else did we get here? How do we remain alive?
But the one could not be consoled, defeatedly whispering "Have you ever seen our Mother? Maybe she only lives in our minds. Maybe we made her up because the idea made us feel good..."
And so their last days in the small womb were filled with deep questioning, and fear.
But soon, the moment they had dreaded finally arrived... And when the twins passed from their small world into the unknown, they opened their eyes and cried -
for what they saw exceeded their greatest dreams...
Author Unknown.
H/T to Things I Know
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And I have been trying to get back into that warm place ever since. Some will let me try, some will have restraining orders on me.
Yeah, I saw your comment @ Things I Know. I'm pretty sure the number of restraining orders far outweighs the number that would let you try. I think you are my husband's long lost twin brother.
Then he is a find, upstanding pervert. I would like to down a couple of beers with him...and check out the chicks.
Good story. I like.
Ed: I thought so too.
Coffey: He only has ONE chick, and she's gettin' old. But it's pretty funny you mentioned it because that's exactly what my two brothers say when they seen him. "Hey ya' PERvert". Of course they match him in that regard.
hey I resemble that remark!
Thanks. I think I needed that.
Actually Jeff, when I found this a couple days ago, I was thinking about you. When I read about the loss of your precious niece, it has bothered me more than you know.
As I've said, my friend, rage on. But I will keep you in my prayers that someday, soon the rage will ebb just a little and then a little more and then just a bit more.
I was hoping you'd stop by and read this.
I wish someone had the answer as to why horrible things happen on this earth, but I DO believe we'll all know. One day.
I still have to write my story my former boss told me, but I'll save that for another day. It might be easier to hear a few weeks from now.
Peace my friend.
Very interesting, Rita! Thanks for that.
Eager to hear the story from your former boss!
by the way, could you pls email me at my earthlink address? I can't find your email address..sorry! :-)
Sure Z. I'll do that right now.
Uh...butterflies live like...what...three days? Then what.
*cough* disregard the previous comment...I thought those things were caterpillars and......
nevermind.
Must be the Oliver's.
That's funny Dana. The picture is Hermie and Wormie from Max Lucado's book. I used to read it to our grandson. Hermie and Wormie fretted over not being pretty like the lady bug and God told them, "Be patient, I'm not finished with you yet." Then fretted over not having a shell like the snail, again and again.
Yes, Hermie was a caterpillar and at the end, he becomes a a beautiful caterpillar.
It's separate from the twin story, but I was comparing the story with the twins and how we cannot possibly conceive of what's on the other side of this life.
Maybe I need to write my former boss' story soon. What he told me was amazing.
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