The Birthing... ♪ SOUVENIRS D'ENFANCE-Richard Clayderman-utube ♪
Once upon a time, twin boys were conceived in the womb.
Seconds, minutes, hours passed as the two embryonic lives developed.
The spark of life grew and each tiny brain began to take shape and form.
With the development of their brain came feeling, and with feeling, perception --
a perception of surroundings, of each other, and their own lives.
They discovered that life was good and they laughed and rejoiced in their hearts.
One said to the other,
"We are so special to have been conceived and to have this wonderful world."
The other replied with a smile,
"Yes, blessed must be our mother who gave us life and each other."
Each of the twins continued to grow and soon their arms and fingers, legs and toes began to take shape.
They stretched their bodies and churned and turned in their little world.
They explored it and found the life cord which gave them life from their mother's blood.
They were grateful for this new discovery and sang,
"How great is the love of our mother -- that she shares all she has with us!"
Weeks passed into months and with the advent of each new month,
they noticed a change in each other and in themselves.
"We are changing," one said. "What can it mean?"
"It must mean," said the other, "that we are drawing near to birth."
An unsettling crept over the two. They were uncertain and nervous of birth,
for they realised it must mean leaving the world they knew behind.
Said the one, "I feel afraid, I want life to stay the same, I want to feel safe,
why does life have to change, can't we stay as we are.
"No, we must be born," said the other. "It has happened to all the others."
I feel that mother has carried forth life before ours.
"And I think we can believe that there is life after birth."
"Oh, is there life after birth?" cried the one.
"Do we not shed our life cord and also the blood tissue when we are born?
Have you talked to anyone that has been born?
Has anyone ever re-entered the womb after birth to describe what birth is like?"
As he spoke, he cried some, and in his worry he whimpered,
"If the purpose of conception and our growth inside the womb is to end in birth,
then wouldn't our life be senseless, I don't want it to end here."
He clutched his precious life cord to his breast and said,
"And if this is so, and life is absurd, then is there a mother, please help me believe!"
"Yes there must be a mother," urged the other. "Who else gave us nourishment?
Who else created this world for us?
Wouldn't she want us to be with her so she can love us always"
"We get our nourishment from this cord --
and our world has always been here," said the one. "And if there is a mother,
have we ever seen her? Does she appear to us ?
Is it possible we have made up the mother because it made us feel secure and happy.
Oh I so want to know there is life beyond this here now.
Could it even be that being born would give us something more,
something better than what we have here."
Thus, while the one wondered on some more,
the other felt contented, in the acceptance of birth
and urged the one to place his trust in the hands of the mother.
One night, the one dreamt he was like a caterpillar in a cocoon turning into a butterfly.
Weeks turned into days, days into hours and hours into moments.
And then it was time. They both knew birth was at hand,
and they felt some fear for what they did not know.
But, now the one was ready, he knew birth was possible,
he felt the pull of real life, he was ready to go.
Then as the one was first to be conceived, so he was the first to be born,
the other following.
They both cried as they were born into the light.
They coughed out fluid and gasped the dry air. And when they were sure they had been born,
they opened their eyes -- seeing life after birth for the very first time.
What they saw was the beautiful eyes of their mother,
as they were cradled lovingly in her arms and all doubt gave way to sight.
They were home .
♪ Mozart para Bebês - Theme-utube ♪
"No eye has seen, no ear has heard,
no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him"
(1 Corinthians 2:9)
Jesus-is-Lord-the-way-the-truth-the-life.com
Seconds, minutes, hours passed as the two embryonic lives developed.
The spark of life grew and each tiny brain began to take shape and form.
With the development of their brain came feeling, and with feeling, perception --
a perception of surroundings, of each other, and their own lives.
They discovered that life was good and they laughed and rejoiced in their hearts.
One said to the other,
"We are so special to have been conceived and to have this wonderful world."
The other replied with a smile,
"Yes, blessed must be our mother who gave us life and each other."
Each of the twins continued to grow and soon their arms and fingers, legs and toes began to take shape.
They stretched their bodies and churned and turned in their little world.
They explored it and found the life cord which gave them life from their mother's blood.
They were grateful for this new discovery and sang,
"How great is the love of our mother -- that she shares all she has with us!"
Weeks passed into months and with the advent of each new month,
they noticed a change in each other and in themselves.
"We are changing," one said. "What can it mean?"
"It must mean," said the other, "that we are drawing near to birth."
An unsettling crept over the two. They were uncertain and nervous of birth,
for they realised it must mean leaving the world they knew behind.
Said the one, "I feel afraid, I want life to stay the same, I want to feel safe,
why does life have to change, can't we stay as we are.
"No, we must be born," said the other. "It has happened to all the others."
I feel that mother has carried forth life before ours.
"And I think we can believe that there is life after birth."
"Oh, is there life after birth?" cried the one.
"Do we not shed our life cord and also the blood tissue when we are born?
Have you talked to anyone that has been born?
Has anyone ever re-entered the womb after birth to describe what birth is like?"
As he spoke, he cried some, and in his worry he whimpered,
"If the purpose of conception and our growth inside the womb is to end in birth,
then wouldn't our life be senseless, I don't want it to end here."
He clutched his precious life cord to his breast and said,
"And if this is so, and life is absurd, then is there a mother, please help me believe!"
"Yes there must be a mother," urged the other. "Who else gave us nourishment?
Who else created this world for us?
Wouldn't she want us to be with her so she can love us always"
"We get our nourishment from this cord --
and our world has always been here," said the one. "And if there is a mother,
have we ever seen her? Does she appear to us ?
Is it possible we have made up the mother because it made us feel secure and happy.
Oh I so want to know there is life beyond this here now.
Could it even be that being born would give us something more,
something better than what we have here."
Thus, while the one wondered on some more,
the other felt contented, in the acceptance of birth
and urged the one to place his trust in the hands of the mother.
One night, the one dreamt he was like a caterpillar in a cocoon turning into a butterfly.
Weeks turned into days, days into hours and hours into moments.
And then it was time. They both knew birth was at hand,
and they felt some fear for what they did not know.
But, now the one was ready, he knew birth was possible,
he felt the pull of real life, he was ready to go.
Then as the one was first to be conceived, so he was the first to be born,
the other following.
They both cried as they were born into the light.
They coughed out fluid and gasped the dry air. And when they were sure they had been born,
they opened their eyes -- seeing life after birth for the very first time.
What they saw was the beautiful eyes of their mother,
as they were cradled lovingly in her arms and all doubt gave way to sight.
They were home .
♪ Mozart para Bebês - Theme-utube ♪
"No eye has seen, no ear has heard,
no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him"
(1 Corinthians 2:9)
Jesus-is-Lord-the-way-the-truth-the-life.com
"Two Horses"
Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it.
From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse.
But if you get a closer look you will notice something quite interesting...
One of the horses is blind.
His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made him a safe and comfortable barn to live in.
This alone is pretty amazing.
But if you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a bell.
It is coming from a smaller horse in the field.
Attached to the horse's halter is a small, copper-coloured bell.
It lets the blind friend know where the other horse is, so he can follow.
As you stand and watch these two friends you'll see that the horse with the bell
is always checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse
will listen for the bell and then slowly walk to where the other horse is, trusting he will not be led astray.
When the horse with the bell returns to the shelter of the barn each evening,
he will stop occasionally to look back, making sure that the blind friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell.
Like the owners of these two horses,
God watches over us and brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need.
Sometimes we are the blind horse, being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives.
And at other times we are the guide horse, helping others to find their way.
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Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it.
From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse.
But if you get a closer look you will notice something quite interesting...
One of the horses is blind.
His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made him a safe and comfortable barn to live in.
This alone is pretty amazing.
But if you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a bell.
It is coming from a smaller horse in the field.
Attached to the horse's halter is a small, copper-coloured bell.
It lets the blind friend know where the other horse is, so he can follow.
As you stand and watch these two friends you'll see that the horse with the bell
is always checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse
will listen for the bell and then slowly walk to where the other horse is, trusting he will not be led astray.
When the horse with the bell returns to the shelter of the barn each evening,
he will stop occasionally to look back, making sure that the blind friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell.
Like the owners of these two horses,
God watches over us and brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need.
Sometimes we are the blind horse, being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives.
And at other times we are the guide horse, helping others to find their way.
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