Me in a different body

I was a child born out of wedlock. I was the product of a one night stand. Yet, I was always told as a child that I was not a mistake. I knew God loved me, but I couldn't see how I was not a mistake. If the act that created me was a mistake, how could the product, me, not be a mistake? I think I finally understand.

I am not sure who I was talking to- my sister, Katie, I think- and she said something to this effect: "God knows us so well that He can kind of figure out what we're going to do with the choices He hands us. When He realized that these two people would get together someday, it would create a perfect situation for a person He wanted to create." That would be me, my friends. After tossing it about in my head for a couple of weeks, I realized how much sense that makes.

So there I am in bed tonight. And I start wondering, "Who would I be if Gerilyn and Ed wouldn't have been "in the mood"?" And I realized this. Having the biological parents I have contributed to a lot of things that have made me me. The weight issues on both sides is teaching me how to overcome the physical. It's teaching me willpower and perserverance. From the Kern side I get my smile. Because of who my parents are, I was raised with my grandmother, which has mainly made me who I am. But I got wondering, "What does that mean?" and I realized something. Though my personality may be largely different, my soul would still be the same soul. God doesn't divide souls and create them upon need. The sould I have was not split in two to accomidate my body, nor would it have been had I been born with another body.

All this realization has done for me has added to my revelation that this body that we cling so closely to is a mere mask. It's not who we are at all. We reside in it. It gives our souls something tangable, shelter of sorts, in which to live. Someday, this body will die, but we will live forever, no matter where we choose to live. It simply another phase of life. A transition, if you will, from caterpillar to butterfly. The caterpillar is like the soul before it gets a body, the cacoon is the body, and the butterfly... well. you get the analogy. Its such a short time that the butterfly is in the cacoon in comparison to his amount of time alive. He doesn't treat it like his perminant home. Why should we treat our bodies like that?

A body is like a hotel, but it's up to you to decide how many stars your hotel gets, granted.

So I'm here for a short visit on earth. I like your planet. My daddy made it. I'll be going home someday soon. I miss my daddy and I can't wait to see him again. He paid for my lodging, and its a nice place, but theres no place like home...