Where Were You Before You Were Born 

 

  

This page is designed primarily for those who love a mystery and dare to think.  I am of the Christan faith but believe in the philosophy, that man will never be smarter than God, so therefore no one has all the answers. I like to explore the world that God created with an open mind that realizing He didn't tell us His secrets. With that said, I am constantly amazed at the thought provoking messages left to us in the Bible. here are a few. 

  

 

  

Where were you before you were born?  Was your soul created in the second of birth?  Where do you go the second you die?

   I   am  intrigued  by  the  words  of  Paul;   "For whom God did foreknow ,   he  also  did  predestinate to be conformed to the image of His son, that he might be the first-born among many brethern.   Moreover whom He  did  predestinate,  them  He  also  called:  and  whom  He  called, them He also justified: and who He justified, them  He also glorified.  "If we believe in God,   then do we not accept His word?   I was taught that this was a referral to  Christ's predestination,  but  look  again!   The  word them  is  used three times.    Clearly  this  is  a statement of God's  predestinating  some for His purpose.

   Christ knew who would betray Him when He told the disciples that the one who dippeth his hand in the dish  with  me,  the  same  shall  betray  me.  This  same  man  dashed  himself  upon a sword, killing himself when realization hit him.  Yet it is written that he was predestined to commit this act.  Acts, 1:20  not  only quotes the book of Psalms and its prophecy, but explains the need to select another apostle.

   I have experienced unusual circumstances that persuade me to believe we are selected and sent in Gods time. I share a couple of mysteries with you.

   I loved and adored a baby brother  who died of tetanus when I was eight years old.  I  refused  to eat or get out of bed for days, willing myself to go wherever he was. One night he appeared  beside  my bed in a shining aura and when I cried out his name and reached for him,   he   backed  up  and  told me I   must not touch him. He then explained that my grief was  keeping  him  from rest  and  that I  must continue on with life.  He spoke with me as an adult would with a child,  yet  he  was  only five years old. Years later,  I   gave birth  to  a  baby  boy  born  on  the  same  day,  hour  and  minute  of  my  little  brothers death,  with  only  the  years different.   Was  his  appearance  only  in my mind?  I don't know !  I only know I saw him and he spoke with me at length. What are the odds that my son would be born in the same/day/hour of his death years later?  That I don't know either.

   On another occasion, I was with a cousin by marriage when her baby girl died of emphysema. Yes, she was told  it was  a very  rare complication  of  asthma that  the  baby  had  all  of  her  six  months  of  life.  I  never experienced a more heartbroken mother and the overwhelming  sorrow that she was to go through.  I  was  so happy about a year later  when  she  told  me  she  was  expecting  again.   Another  little  girl  was  born  and

much  to  my  horror  this  baby  started  out  with the  same problems.  My  cousin  came  to  stay with  me  for awhile at the specialists  suggestion.    One  day  while  holding  her  at  the  bathroom  sink  and  giving   her prescribed medication,  I  looked  into  her  eyes  and  pleaded  with her to  grow  strong  and that her  mother needed her and could not stand to lose her. This baby girl who was only a few weeks old,  stared  into my eyes as I talked to her. Soon the baby was doing better and they went home. I never told my cousin of the talk I had with her baby. I moved and didn't see them again for about six years.  I  was  happy  to  see  them  when  they came to visit and amazed at how this one little girl, followed me everywhere,  gazing  lovingly at me. She now had a younger sister who kind of ignored the whole thing.  Finally the mom,  calling  her  by  name told her to stop holding onto me and let me get my work done. She further told her she was wearing me out. This little girl looked up at me and smiled and said; " I'm not wearing her out,  I  remember  her." The mom told her she had never seen me since she was a tiny baby and couldn't possibly remember me.  This  little  child crawled up on my lap, and looking me directly in the eyes,  said;  "I do too remember her; once I was real sick and she told me I must get well   ."  What was this?   I  have  no  answers,  but many thoughts!

Just maybe God gave or lent you a child, if so cherish it with utmost care for who knows what will remain in

it's memory bank.  

What about persons who come from an ideal background and yet turn out to be evil in character; we

have all wondered this, but does the answer lie in the possibility there really is a God and a Satan who tries

to imitate all that God does. Has he created the evil ones for his purpose and has God allowed this to fullfill

His plan?

These are intriguing thoughts and I realize that many people of different faiths will not agree, but my intention is to leave people with a different point of possibility.  Whether you are white or of color, no matter the faith, you belive in something. We are sometimes strongly opinionated and no matter how hard I try to be open of thought, I realize that my Christian faith is unmoveable, so no matter what your belief is I respect that right and thank God each day that I am an American!