There was a day Lord, long ago when I was but a swirl of thoughts in your mind. I was but a twinkle in your eye. The day came when you secluded yourself off from all other angelic beings, you turned off the TV and you traveled by yourself to the womb of the earth. Secluded in the darkness—just like you were once secluded in the darkness before the earth was formed you said, “Let there be Marti.” And there I was—Your thought taking form in your hands. Your thought joining one cell from my daddy and one cell from my mama. You loved your creations so much, you didn’t want to just start all over again. You took from my daddy and mama the life that you had already formed, and breathed your life into those two united cells.
“Here Marti, these are your chromosomes. From these is the blueprint for your body, your mind, and your spirit to form. It is time. The people of earth need this little creation. Hello Marti. Hello Marti cells doubling and tripling. Very nice. Very nice. Obey me now to form heart and spine and brain. Good morning heart. Good morning spine. Good morning brain. I have great and wonderful plans for you. And now arm buds and legs. Now Marti, these are the little buds from which will grow your fingers. With these fingers you will play the piano, type, paint, draw, and take tests. These little fingers will be extensions of your heart. Extensions of your mind. These little hands will fix dinners, stroke foreheads, dig tunnels in the dirt, grasp branches to climb trees, and hold a needle to sew clothes. These arms will be used to pick up an armful of autumn leaves and throw them in the air. They will hug your mom and dad and cuddle your babies.
“What do you think little Marti. What do you think about my plans?
“Oh Lord—how majestic is your name in all the world. Your plans are beyond my imagination. I love your plans. This earth I will walk on…can I play in the dirt?
“Oh yes, you can play in the dirt and add water to make mud. You can cook your imaginary pancakes or pat out your imaginary hamburgers. You can walk in it. Sit in it. Cover yourself in it. The earth I have made is your playground.
“So what about these legs that are growing longer and strong? What about these feet that have little toes? What are you planning for these legs?
“Well, let me make some suggestions. See what sounds good for you. There’s walking on the earth—walking to and from your house, your school, the market, your friends. There’s walking in the parks, on the beach. How would you like to use them for walking?”
“Walking sounds wonderful. Yes let’s walk. Can I walk with you?”
“Walking is with me wherever you go. Walking in the sunshine, walking on the grass, walking to your grandma’s house from the car. There I am. But sometimes little one—it will be just you and I—walking among the trees, among my grand creation. I will whisper to you in the breeze and wave to you from the leaves in the trees. I will walk with you on the sand in the beach and step with you into the ocean.”
“And what about this heart Oh Lord? It beats strong and steady. What are your plans for my heart?”
“Your heart little one is the drum beat of life that keeps beating while we dance on earth. Your heartbeat is your signal every moment that I have created you for a divine purpose. Your heart is your alarm clock to tell you “Wake up!” You’re alive! Your heart is the rhythm of your dance on this earth. Your dance partners will change; first your mom and dad, then your sisters and brother, friends and teachers and finally with your husband Ron. Your heart is my mouthpiece. It is the drumbeat that sets the pace of your life:
Ba doom, Ba doom, Ba doom. Here Marti Here. Now Marti Now. Wait Marti Wait. Sit Marti Sit. Move Marti Move. Listen Marti Listen. Sing Marti Sing. Dance Marti Dance. Ba doom, Ba doom, Ba doom.”
“Sometimes your heart will ache. Sometimes you will have deep pain in your heart.”
“Why Oh Lord? Why would you want that for me?”
“Because you are my child—because your heart is my heart. And when you see something very wrong or hurtful to others—you will feel pain in your heart like I do.”
“What is your plan for me Lord? What are we going to be doing here on this earth?”
“My plan for you is to walk and breathe and dance and listen and talk…with me. But I will let you walk and breathe and dance without me if you want.”
“Why would I ever want that? Why would I ever want to leave your side?”
“My dearest Marti—choice is my gift to you. My angels do my bidding because that is how I built them. But you—you will do my bidding because you choose me. My love for you is real and always. Your love for me develops just like your fingers and toes—one spiritual cell at a time. My last gift to you before you are born is my spirit and image of life and love placed within every cell of your body. This spirit hungers and thirsts after me. You will get distracted and sometimes forget.”
“Oh Lord I will never forget!”
“But don’t worry. My mercy and patience are immense. I will woo you back to the closeness we have right now. I will call you and you will hear. When you are lost—call and I will come and find you. I am with you always.”
This blog was inspired by Psalm 139:13-16
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.