Once there were three children, formed in their mother’s womb. Created by God,
Fearfully and wonderfully.
Before they breathed their first breath, their Maker knew them.
He knew their names.
He breathed LIFE over them.
He dreamed a dream, and they became,
Fearfully and wonderfully made.
Nothing was hidden from Him. The One who created them saw it all.
He began writing. A story. Their story.
One called “Aiden.”
One called “Emma.”
One called “Elia.”
As He penned each word, He was pleased.
And then He sat back and watched the story become all He dreamed it could be.
He took great delight in watching their destiny come to life.
He watched every step.
Even from afar, He saw them.
And He delighted in them.
He directed them.
Protecting them in front and behind.
His hand was upon them.
He kept them steady.
He was the light that led the way.
He held out His hand, and He never let go.
He sat back, eager to enjoy the story unfold.
Knowing every word from beginning to end, yet still, He delighted in their journey.
The wonderful work of His hand.
Free to become everything He created them to be.
Dancing into the story.
A story called “Destiny.”