God’s Little Girl

She would remind you of the sun’s rays glistening through the foliage….

In the quiet, early morn, I lock the door, not knowing where or who I’ll meet… but I’m off! Down the hill, I feel the world, as the weight lies squarely upon my shoulders. I turn the corner, and find myself, majestically, protected by the awesome power of beautiful trees. Like a painting, they gather to cover the walk for many. Long before the light of day, I too, walk and pray that God hears my prayers.

Subdued in the dark, an image appears – tall and slender, autumn blonde and silky. It approaches me.  A breeze stirs that refreshes the air.  I take a deep breath; my heart ignites, and a joy resonates from deep within.

“Good morning mam”, I said with a smile.

I address her in her rejuvenated youth. Even to see her acknowledge me delights my spirit. Drawing near, her hand twirls her hair like the leaves on branches in the morning breeze. Walking toward her, I can see her glow. What a magnificent thing of beauty God has put on this Earth! She reminds me of the sun’s rays glistening through the foliage. Though it appears we are miles away, there she is, standing right in front of me.

I ask for her name to address this goddess properly. She nods her head still twisting her silky, spun strands.  I change the subject and talk about the weather. I am thinking, well have it your way. Her perfect smile and a complexion that photographers dream of; I stand and listen as she speaks. Articulate in her annunciation, I wonder if she is from another planet because no one speaks like this here. I reiterate, “please tell me your name”. Intrigued beyond belief, who am I, but, an old man she should have no time for.

In an apparent tone, so as not to awake the neighbors, she says, “Dawn” – just like that! No last name.  What’s the big secret?, I think to myself. Giving up on her; it is too pretty of a day. Nodding and continuing on, I think, I’m too old to compete with her youthfulness.  I want to take another look to see if she is real. Is my mind playing a trick?  Sure enough, the sun is breaking through the morning clouds left by night. She is gone….

Still in a fog, I ask God, “what is the meaning of this encounter? Who is this angel?” 

The trees sway, now parting the glaring shade.  God speaks,  “I sent you Dawn.”

Now puzzled by the remark, I question, “why such a pretty  princess?” 

He chuckled and said, “Dawn – my little girl, full of life, never grows old. She’s the one I want the world to wake to – Dawn, humble and full of hope – Dawn the delight of morn.”

Amazed and blown away, I just met an angel sent by the Lord above –  I guess. Maybe it is the first thing we look forward to, like a morning cup, to help us wake.  ‘Dawn’, who has come to share what God brings us, another day of  ‘life’!

Author: Dana Bicks LLC, Author

What you are reading on my website is the result of a miracle from God. I am not a writer, though I am a messenger. God took a very dyslexic guy from Severna Park, Maryland, who never read or wrote a thing, and told me I was going to write messages to share with others. I do not have a degree, and English was my poorest subject. Trust me, it's only through God that I write. As you read, understand that we all have the ability to receive the gifts that Christ would like us to have, gifts from God. It happened to me, it can happen to you. Let God enter your soul and rule your spirit!

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