Back When We Were Stars

If you don't mind, I would like to share a story with you. You see, I love stories probably more than anything. They are the best. If worded well, a story can take you on amazing adventures, to worlds never before explored, leave you sighing with delight over love you just experience, or have you gasping for breath just having narrowly escaped the clutches of danger.

This is a story a Friend told me not that long ago. Its not very long, but I think its one of my favorite stories ever. I really wish you could experience the story like I did when He told it to me. I will try my best to help you experience this story in the retelling, but you will have to use a bit of imagination and pardon my writing. I'm not a very good story writer you see. But anyhow, wrap up in a warm blanket, grab a steaming cup of coffee, and sit back while I tell you a story that happened centuries and centuries ago. Its a story about you and me. And really its a story about everyone.

When We Were Stars

The first thing I remember was simply that I was aware of my existence. I'm not sure really when I realized I existed and in fact I really didn't care. I was curled up in a little ball, floating on air. I didn't have a care or concern, I was totally content with where I was. I didn't really know where I was, but then again that didn't really matter either.

As I became more aware of my existence I began to feel. I slowly began to feel a tingling. It was a funny sensation I was not used to but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. At first I couldn't figure out what it was. I laid there quietly trying to focus on that feeling. The strange feeling stopped. I waited and then finally I felt it again.

"I don't think that feeling is coming from something outside me, I think its coming from me. It has to be coming from me, nothing is around me."

I began searching. The I saw something. It was strange, funny looking long pink thing with other little slender pink things sticking out from the end of it.

"Its, what is that? Its an arm. That's what they're called, arms. And I have got two of them."
I stretched out my arms and wiggled my fingers and smiled.

"Yes, yes! Silly me, I was feeling my arms and fingers move and I didn't even know it. Those are my arms" I thought. Beginning to feel a little more bold, I stretched and wriggles about a little.

"Legs and feet! I have those too!" They were the other part of the strange feeling I had earlier.

As I explored my arms and legs and wiggles my finger and toes I couldn't imagine what they would be used for.

"I'm floating. They're isn't a thing around me. This is so silly. What ever would I need arms and legs for. I think they are just going to get in the way and they are awkward!" I thought, "Oh well it doesn't really matter."

Just then I began to notice large dark smudges of color began invading my soft white surroundings. As I watched the smudges began to take shape and more colors appeared. Then a heard something. I don't think I have ever heard anything before, but yes, I knew this was a voice. I continued to simply lay there, warm and contented, while I watched the smudges and colors move and change shape. The voice continued to make sounds, some of which I could recognize as a word. Yes, I think that's what they are called, words.
After some time, thought I don't know how long because I really was not sure what time was or felt like or looked like, the shapes weren't blurry anymore. They had definite lines and looked as though they were solid things. One of the shapes kept moving. The voice was also coming from the moving shape.

By now I could understand most of what the voice was saying. I could tell it was really excited about what it was making.

"Yes! That's it! That moving shape down there looks like me! Or maybe I look like it. Well, we have arms and legs and finger and toes so that must mean we are alike." I thought to myself.
I'm not sure how I knew, but I knew the moving shape was making something. It was sitting at a tall work bench. The work bench was inside of something. I could now see the walls and the floor. The moving shape had its back to me because I couldn't see its face. I could feel that it was excited about what it was making. It kept reaching for different tools.

There were tools everywhere. Hanging in uneven rows within arms length of the moving shape. The shape would grab a tool, work for a few minutes, then pick up a small thin tool and hunch over the work bench and and carefully, slowly do some extremely delicate work. When it was satisfied it had done a good job on the part, it would pick up another tool and go to work again.

I was FASCINATED watching the moving shape! I couldn't see what it was working on but I knew it had to be wonderful! I kept hearing the shape's voice say things like, "Oh how I love this one!" the voice would almost shout. The in a quiet tone that was so gentle it would say, "I am especially fond of this one." The moving shape seemed to quiver and shake with excitement. The air tingled and vibrated from the moving shape's energy.
I never got tired of watching the moving shape. I knew that I could go on like this forever, just watching and listening.

Slowly I began to feel a tugging sensation. It wasn't strong at first, but I couldn't ignore it now. I began to panic. Something was trying to pull me away from my warm spot where I was floating up in the corner of the room! I reached for something to grab, anything would do, but my hands came up empty.

Everything went dark. For a terrible few minutes, I couldn't see anything but I could still feel the tugging. As I peered into the darkness, straining to see anything, I saw a dim light. It grew bigger and bright and I could see fuzzy shapes moving about.

As my vision cleared I saw for the first time the face of the moving shape. He was so gentle and kind. I realized I was laying in his lap. We were still sitting next to the work bench. His eyes were beaming. His lips parted in a smile that peeked out from behind a rough beard. Some of His hair fell down around his face as he held me in his strong muscled arms. The cloth that covered his body was homemade but soft. I had expected Him to be covered in wood dust maybe, but he wasn't. There were smudges and flecks of clay on the front of his shirt. His great big hands were rough from working with tools and building, but they were not unpleasant to the touch.

I began to settle down in my new environment and again, I felt safe and content laying in His arms. After a long moment He began to speak to me and I turned to look up into His deep, soft brown eye, "Hello my love. I made you, every last detail of you. You are perfect and you are Mine." Then in the most tender voice that was almost a whisper, with His eyes glistening with tears, He looked deep into my eyes said, "I am especially fond of you."