When a day happens, and it feels as though it was seven days in one, you know that God is at work. There is no other day that I have ever seen that seemed more than two days, or three at most in length, but this day was seven days long. I thought it was because I had awoken at 2, and couldn't sleep a wink beyond that time, but there were other days when I had woken up at 2, that didn't seem as long. We got the call at 5 that she was born, long overdue by our estimations. They told us that a baby would be born who had the light of God, whose aura would produce a brilliant glow. The warning was to keep it under wraps, for none should know. They thought the devil surely would be mad, and thought it best that we should not be glad. We few who had been prepped were called to be on duty, lest the devil should decree the worst offense that any could foresee.
So off I went to take up my position, reeling in awe that God would choose a tiny little island such as ours to land his golden treasure. I saw her as I entered the front door. They had taken her from the nursery so that all could see her light, and light she was, a five-foot golden glow that swept around her, encircling every curious passerby. I looked up to heaven in awe and thanked the Lord, not knowing fully for what I should be thankful. But here she was, the treasure he had promised, the long-awaited, golden baby girl. The one we dreamed about in many visions, the one we heard about from far away. The one they said would help him lead the world, the one whose righteousness would send the devil to eternal hell. And here she was a tiny, tiny blimp, yet to behold the wonder of her world, yet to behold her future destiny, yet to be tried and tested, as she would be. Yet to be shown the devil's daring moves, yet to behold her God's unfailing love. Yet to be seen as one who deeply cares, yet to be known as one who'll serve till all eternity has reached it's bitter end. Yet to behold the wonder of her God's unfailing love.
A Spice Islander