I was never given a name. The Father, who resides above in Heaven, had planned a life full out for me. Without me even knowing the ways of the Earth, I know too much about it; watching its pitiful creatures litter the soil and taint it with their worldly ways.
To both of my bearers, my life was unexpected, as were my sisters'. For some reason, though perhaps a spiritually justifiable one, their lives were not taken from them as was mine. Because of such a misfortune the will of myself has fallen on this family like a curse. I also believe, that I am not the only curse lingering in the family, as there are other unrestful souls along with me from previous generations. Our souls are not at peace. However, there is a way to finally put our souls at ease, but I must tell you that after I have told you the story of the family that I was supposedly to pass life on Earth with.
The grandparents on both sides of the family worshipped spirits they did not even understand. Those spirits are dangerous, and unfortunately, their whole culture is so embedded with this horrible religion of worshipping these spirits. One of my relatives on this Earth passed away just a few years ago, but he brought it upon himself, smoking and drinking to his death. If only my now learned mother or first sister could run back through time and tell of the haven that the Lord has prepared for all everyone, I'm sure I could have the chance to converse with him.
Punishment for murder is not always death in return, or as some people say - "an eye for an eye". However, for every sin there is a consequence that must follow.
My mother believed she could not handle the care of me, as she was still in school. A male companion would occasionally jump on her, and they married after I had been taken away from this Earth (not that I really entered it in the first place) for the sole purpose of convenience. There was never any real love between them.
Because I was ruthlessly ripped away from this world, I made her suffer. From the day she decided not to allow me to breathe oxygen, her body has been in pain. She is extremely weak physically, and does not have many friends to run for comfort to. She has long been divorced to the man who supposedly claims himself as the father of my sisters. He has even found another relationship with a woman who calls herself a follower of Christ. If this woman actually marries him, little will she know that the curse will continue to linger, cursing this extended, ungodly family of hers she has decided to begin.
Finally realizing her mistake, my mother sought redemption - as sin is as redeemable as it is punishable, for The Father up above is a merciful and gracious god. Though sometimes physically incapable, she still pushes her limits to provide for my sisters. Her ex-husband, selfish and greedy, attempted to start up a company of his own, careless of how the failure of it might effect my sisters. And as a curse must hold, he is currently unemployed as his attempts to be an entreprenuer failed miserably. One might believe that with my mother finally seeking redemption, the curse can finally be lifted and broken. However, since she had decided to live this life of regret, she must continue bearing its miseries. Since no son had come up in the family and grew up Christian, it has become the duty of my sisters to break this curse, and finally put my soul at rest.
So now I am obliged to tell you about my two sisters. They were born, essentially, two years apart. My first sister remembers very well the first time she was spoken to about The Father up above. She made friends with a follower of Christ, and grew up in the church. Of course, being in any relationship, especially a spiritual one, there were ups and downs between The Father and my first sister. However, she is currently a steadily growing Christian, having been baptized two years ago, and is now almost 18 years of age.
My second sister is very different from my first. She is outgoing, playful, and also a follower of Christ, but to put it bluntly, I am more worried for her. Though it is true that she is immature as a child of Christ, but sometimes it seems as if she is not even putting an effort to fix this aspect of her's, as she is fully aware of it and does somewhat desire to fix it. I hope she does not end up like our mother. I do not wish to be restive any longer.
I do not like how my soul has to be lost. I especially despise the fact that my innocent sisters must go through the hardships they do, all because my mother's stupid decision of giving into this man who my sisters have to shamelessly call their father.. They have to miss out on a lot of necessary childhood memories, and go through many financial problems as a result of our father not being responsible for willing to any of my sisters up (or even me, for that matter). My second sister is in a not very God-focused relationship already, so I am not entirely sure what will happen to her. My first sister is extremely selective of a future companion, and if he is not as ardent a Christian as she is, she will not even consider setting her heart upon him. From an objective point of view, it seems that my first sister may finally bring this family out of its despair.
Although, I sincerely hope that both of my sisters will be wise and act godly in their decisions of marraige - and that both will find a way to let my soul rest in peace.
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