It was bright out.
The rays of light beamed through the paned window as the Father sat on its sill. He turned His head and smiled, gazing out at all that is. He listened to the laughter that echoed its way into the room. It brought His heart so much joy to hear His children enjoying themselves. He took pride in the work of His hands.
His hands. Smooth like the silk of a rose petal yet strong enough to withstand the weight of the world. His gentle hands ready to give everything He owned to anyone willing to hold them.
“Abba?” a soft voice interrupted His thoughts. “Are you ok?”
He turned with a warm smile and said, “All is well.”
“Well, why do I have to leave You?” they asked, reticence in their tone.
His inhale was long enough to call in the deepest wave and His exhale calm and steady, just like the words that followed.
“Come, My child, I have a gift for you.” The young heart beamed with joy at the show of the Father’s love. “This gift I give to you. It will help you navigate your way until You come back to me.”
“But I don’t want to leave you now.”
“I know, My child. My love for you is so great that I’ll make sure you hear about Me. I’ll be with you always. You’ll see parts of Me, but you won’t see all of Me unless you choose to come back home.”
“Abba, why wouldn’t I choose to come home? You’re a good Father,” they leaped, “Better than any father anywhere!”
He smiled at the innocence in the question. “Come, My child,” He beckoned, inviting the young spirit into His embrace.
“The place I am about to send you is beautiful,” He smiled. “It’s full of hidden treasures and experiences like no other. You’ll even be able to see Me in a different way.”
“Hidden treasures? That sounds fun and all, but why can’t I just stay here with You?”
With an unimaginable gentleness, the Father laid His hand on His little one’s chest.
“I want to bless you to be a blessing to others, to show them just how special they are and how much they mean to Me. Some have lost their way, but I want to use you to help them find it.”
The little one sighed, letting His words penetrate their being before finally asking, “Will there be others like me?”
The Father anointed their head with a kiss, “Absolutely! You’ll know them when you see them.”
They both smiled at one another.
“Ok,” the little one stood, chest forward and legs strong, “I think I’m ready.”
The Father smiled. “I know you are.”
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