Hi there, my name is GG. My dad calls me GIGI, because he likes the French but it’s actually GG, meaning God’s Gift. That’s what my parents decided to temporarily call me until I’m born. For now, I’m just a heartbeat and my mom and dad can’t stop looking at my sonar pic. Hehe, they so cute but you’ve got to give it to them, they waited a while. The doc said I’ll be having my coming out party on 27 March 2013, the exact same day that my dad proposed to my mom back in 2005. Mom would be ecstatic if I stick to the time because she’s such a romantic dreamer… I wish I could hug her right now. But I don’t have arms yet 🙂 My Creator works differently.
He first created me, and then He made me, or is it the other way around? It’s all confusing but all I know is that He has already given me a job to do on earth. God has been and is amazing but sometimes you can’t really figure Him out and then you just have to go with what He does, like for example my mommy and daddy. They have been praying for me for all this time and together with their family and you guys, their friends, been trusting our heavenly Father for my arrival. Sometimes they’ve given up, which made me a bit sad because I knew I was coming. I would ask God to please, please send me at that time. The time of their deepest despair, the time of their saddest moment, the time when they didn’t understand. I would beg God to send me. Couldn’t He see their pain? “I wanna go to my mommy and my daddy! Let me go!” But He would just lovingly look at me and say, “My child, it’s not time yet”.
There were times that I just could not bear to look. It was times when family and friends were all having babies and mommy and daddy simply looked on from the side-line. They were genuinely happy for everyone but deep down they questioned God. They couldn’t even run away because God placed them in the centre of it all for His glory.
Mommy then saw the doc and he removed some stuff from my temporary house, more room for me. Yay! I smirked at Abba Father and was sure that this was the reason that He didn’t send me yet. I rubbed my hands together in excitement – sending time! Without thinking twice, I hurried to the big door through which I needed to go to reach my new home. Wide eyed I watched and waited for the door to open. Hours turned into days…nothing. I hit the door with my tiny hands, “Open up, open up!!” Eventually I fell into a small bundle before the door and sobbed bitterly. Later I felt two strong arms pick me up to comfort me, “My child, it’s not time yet.”
More time passed and my parents then decided to adopt a baby. I was happy for them, although I thought I was gonna be their first. I breathed a sigh of relief because this was their time, I thought. I eagerly watched this episode play itself out. At this point in time I just wanted them to be happy, especially mommy – she’s so good with kids. They went through all the tests and screenings and were eventually placed on the waiting list. And we waited…
“Abba, why don’t they just give mommy and daddy a baby?” Abba Father said one of His profound sayings, which I don’t always understand. He said, “My ways are not your ways and My thoughts are not your thoughts.”
Then one day I came up with a brilliant idea. I asked Abba Father to send me to them in a dream. He looked at me for a long time and said “ok”. I was so excited, I wanted to go straight away but it was in the middle of the day on earth. Plus my parents goes to bed very late, especially daddy with his pictures. Why all the editing?? The pic seems fine to me! Go to bed!!
At last, they are sleeping. In the dream, my mommy held me in her arms, sitting in a rocking chair, reading to me. I didn’t understand what she was reading but her voice was so soothing, so comforting. I felt warm and safe. Abba Father, this is where I want to be. After some time, I got transferred to my daddy’s dream. With him, I was a bit bigger and I was riding horsy on his legs. Yay me! Suddenly l felt a hand picking me up. I assumed it was mommy but when I turned around I looked into the loving eyes of Abba Father. I wanted to cry but I was filled with a peace that only Abba brings. “Let’s get you ready, kido.”
“Really? Is it time?”
I left the dream with a warm feeling all over me and couldn’t wait to be back. Weeks turned into months again. Abba didn’t send me in dreams again but I knew something was up. Then out of the blue I got summoned to the door again. Yay, dream time! When I got to the door, Abba Father was there. I found this strange because previously I caught a ride with one of the angels. Abba smiled at me and said, “your day has come, kido.” Tears streamed down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe it. Today is “sending” day! Soon I’ll meet my mommy and daddy.
Dad and Mom were having their own, personal fight with Abba Father again. Mom, especially let it rip and somehow gained renewed energy not to give up on me. Dad gave me over in God’s hands and silently trusted.
“I’m here! Stop fighting with Abba, I’m here!” how can I get them to notice me? How can I give them a sign that I’m here. How I wish Abba was here, He always knows what to do in these sticky situations. The accommodations would be better if we could all just calm down! I’m trying to kick. Got no legs yet but I’m kicking. Mom’s getting cramps, yes, it worked! Poor mommy, but yay me! She’s phoning someone to tell them about the cramps, maybe she should take a pregnancy test, she asks? “Take the test! Take the test!” I scream. One home pregnancy test coming up! I’m so excited. I’m holding my breath for the result. Why am I holding my breath? I AM HERE! Mommy’s brushing her teeth. “Look, mommy look, there’s two lines, I’m here!” Oi, mommy’s still brushing her teeth. She looks, she freezes, she rinses, she looks. She’s hyperventilating. I smile, yay me! She’s calling my daddy and he’s hyperventilating as well.
Thank you, Abba Father, for sending me. My parents will look after me and teach me, with Your help, everything that you want me to know. The job you mentioned was to bring hope where there is no hope, to bring life where there is no life, to persevere when you feel like giving up. Daddy and mommy must help me to remember this. I can’t wait to meet them in person.
Thank you, Father for our little GG. We can’t wait to meet in person.
Mommy’s prayer for GG everyday:
Psalm 91: whoever dwells in the shelter of the most High, will rest in the shadow of the Almighty…