Oh, what burdens rise and fall upon me breast as I try to carry the weight of this babe to be. Mine to have, mine to hold, and mine to be blamed if it fall from old. Yes, I have created my own shame and pain by calling it all my own. This burden was never meant to be, for the children we carry have not yet been surrendered from God to me. For God is growing and developing the babe within, and rise or fall it may, but let that not fall upon our hearts for we are not the maker. Peace be still to mothers to be for such guilt was never meant to be. I must care for you and the child to be for I am the maker working inside of thee. Be still and know that I am God for my love is here before thee. Drink at my table, eat of my banquet for health and wealth and vitality is for thee. I have you near to share with me this time of great making of the baby too be, together we must work likened to hand and the foot. You must take us to the places the baby must be, while my hands work the dough inside of thee. Together we must work, yes you and me for I have chosen your womb for this babe to be. For you and me forever will be and this babe a making for one or three. I with my handiwork and you to me, a love, a peace is going to be. Peace be with you as I am working ever so diligently inside of thee. Wow, God just revealed the “One or Three” to mean for God or for me, Randy and the babe. Yes Heaven or Earth.
12/29/05
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