A Book That Wants To Be Written.
I keep hearing parts of a book that is buried deep within my belly. I don’t want to write it but it wants to be written . It is called " A Mother's Prayer " ……for her baby to be safe.....even through the madness …… she has a prayer in her heart for her baby to be safe. Even though she loses track of all time and all reality the echo of her prayer lingers in the atmosphere. “ Keep my baby safe” she hears from the window sill. “ Don't let me kill her” she hears from the bathtub. “ I don’t have a child” she hears from the dark closet.
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As I think more about what would happen if I wrote the story that has been hiding for 40 years, I hear a soft, sweet voice that whispers to me " A Daughter's Prayer". That makes me want to cry. Can it be that a woman who never had a Mom has a secret prayer in her heart that only her Father hears from the heavens?
In the prayer she whispers words of forgiveness to this mother she never knew. She whispers silent requests on her Mother's behalf that don't quite pass through her lips. Her desire and pain are so intense that the prayers eventually make way past the dam and fly on the wings of angels to the throne room. Jesus gets the prayers and reads them to the Father. He weeps as He reads this out loud and the heavens begin to move, shake and birth a sound, a new sound for the motherless baby in the crib who cried all of those unseen tears. An angel has brought the bucket of tears to the Father. Jesus speaks into being a new life, a new breath, a new vision for the baby who is now a woman. The Holy Spirit moves and the sound of thunder fills the heavens and the echo is heard on earth to only the ears of this woman, this special, sacred, beloved young woman who God himself set aside for his own purposes.
Note: I don’t remember why this was written years ago. Did I copy it from someplace? Or did I write it as fiction? It’s not my story, but it feels like my writing.
