Won't Question it......But Why?

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Yearning to cuddle what would be formed of her, the woman was persistent. She would try. She had lost the left and now depended on the right and was hopeful because where did Jesus sit......on God's right hand of course. So, when it was confirmed, there was not a happier bird in the sky and the two of them sat and planned for the world, the woman and her man. When he or she arrived, greatness would follow, they believed. The man and the woman would teach him or her all the good things they were never taught and while the life formed inside the woman, she swore to be the best progenitress she could be. The man agreed.

Then one day with no warning, a sharp pain came calling and would not stop knocking at her maternal door. So, before she could pray and ask God's intercession, she was under a bright light receiving Greek instructions from a doctor who looked like he was about to kill her. The bright light subsided with every deep breath she took and suddenly she was between God's grace and the devil's game.

The devil won and she was angry because she knew God was more powerful. The ball of joy who already had a name was lost, flying along on some angel's wings. Why would God carry him or her to him but let the devil still win at taking him or her. To the woman, it made no sense. The healing phase was the worst and they all lied when they said time would heal. Heal what? Time made it worse because the woman saw new bundles of joy all around her and saw how other men and women's lives were transformed. The man would never know the feeling too if he decided to stay at her side. Wedged between a boulder and a harder place, the woman was trapped and she cried.

She was untenanted, nothing would live and grow inside her ever again and the woman started to hate the word "emergency."  In every siren she saw the devil's glare and heard his ferocious growl and she would become angrier than the devil himself. Absolute robbery, the devil should have just killed her too!

The woman promised to not question it, but Lord, have mercy.......why?


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