The Lord's Plan Chapter 1
Christa Base looked around at her new home. It was perfect on the outside, and she assumed that it was the same on the inside. Smiling, she remembered the events that had all began five days before, when Isaac had approached her for the first time. She had talked to him before, but never alone in the middle of the field. She was excited at what had happened, and knew she could make it work.
As long as she had the Lord's grace.
**Five days earlier**
Christa had been a little apprehensive when Isaac had first approached her alone. It wasn't that she was afraid, she just didn't know what he wanted. He told her that she had been selected by the Lord, and even she knew what that meant, and she began to feel excited. This was an honor, she knew, and couldn't wait to hear more. Sitting her down, Isaac had gone into a little more detail, and had told her that she was to me the Bearer for the Lord.
Not saying anything else, Isaac took her hand and led her from the field. Before the two parted, they made plans to meet later that night. Walking to her house, Christa smoothed her skirt, and made sure she looked like she was coming home from the library, and not sitting in the dirt.
Going straight up the stairs, she had retreated into her room.
**Present day**
Opening the door, Christa's dad took one look into the new house and almost fainted. The inside furniture was beautiful, and the house was completely furnished. It was obvious that whoever had lived here had good taste. Christa's parents were still somewhat in shock, because they had just started to deal with the fact that they weren't in Nebraska anymore.
The surprise had started four days before, when Mrs. Base had received a letter informing them that some unknown relative had died and left a house to the family. The only problem had been that if they weren't moved in within a week, they wouldn't get the house. So here they were. Four days later, they had left everything back in Nebraska except for themselves and their possessions, and moved to California and their dream house.
It was the perfect place for a family.
**Five days earlier**
Later that night, after dinner a knock had sounded on the door. Answering on the second knock, Christa saw a dark haired little boy standing on the porch. Letting him in, she heard her mother ask who it was. "It's just Micah, Mom. I'm going to go outside with him for a little bit." Closing the door behind them, Christa put her arm around the eleven year olds shoulders.
Micah looked up at the fifteen year old girl, with admiration in his eyes. "You're special. Isaac says so." He smiled shyly. The girl almost laughed. Stopping, she turned and knelt in front of the boy. Smiling back at hum, she began to speak.
"Micah, no matter what happens, I'm still the same person who baby sat you, OK?" He nodded, and they continued walking. After the good part of a half hour, the twosome reached the center of the field, which had been cleared out to make a huge fire lit circle. As soon as the Children saw Christa, they all dropped to their knees, in what she assumed was respect. She figured that they were more aware of the situation then she was, and she didn't know how to react to that.
Only one person remained standing, and that was Isaac. He was standing on the other side of the clearing, presumably waiting for her. He was holding a huge knife in front of him, and had an odd smile on his face.
Christa dropped Micah's hand and began to walk to the Lord's disciple.
**Present day**
Christa surveyed the layout of her room with much interest. Like the rest of the house, it was fully furnished, and she loved it. Sitting on her bed, she turned to face the window. Looking out at the backyard, she noticed that there was a small path leading into the woods. Deciding to see where it led, Christa ran down the stairs and out the back door.
Wishing that she had brought a flashlight, she made her way into the steadily darkening forest. Walking the path, she realized that it was much longer then she had anticipated. Finally, after walking for what seemed like forever, she emerged on the edge of what else, but a cornfield.
Without a doubt, she realized that this was meant to happen.
Telling herself that there was nothing to be afraid of, she walked into the corn. After a few minutes, she reached the center of the corn, and with a gasp, she looked across the clearing. A person, who strongly resembled Isaac stood partially hidden by the stalks. Blinking, Christa tried to clear the vision from her mind, but when she reopened her eyes, the boy was still there.
"Welcome, my child," the boy said. That was all Christa heard, because he had sunk to the ground, in a dead faint at the sound of Isaac's voice which was coming form the boys mouth.
**Five days ago**
Walking toward Isaac, Christa hadn't been afraid. A million thoughts ran through her mind, but one stuck out. They want me. They chose me, out of all people to be the Lord's Bearer. Reaching the opposite side of the clearing, Christa smiled as Isaac welcomed her.
"First, my child, I shall explain a few things to you. You have been chosen because we can trust you. You are special, and you must never forget that." Going into much more detail, Isaac explained the full plan to the astonished teenager. "I am the first descendant, so it is my duty to perform this ceremony." Walking closer to the main fire, Isaac motioned Christa to follow him. Telling the girl to lay down, he turned away. She did so, and waited. Isaac leaned down and pulled the girls shirt up so that her stomach area was exposed, and stood back.
Raising the knife, he brought it down and made a shallow incision across the girl's abdomen. Then, he took the knife and cut across his own palm. Pressing his hand onto the girls bleeding belly, Isaac and the other children began to chant, but Christa couldn't make out the words. She knew that what was happening was going to be special, and she could feel Isaac's essence leaking into her through the wound.
After what seemed to be a very short time, Isaac pulled his hand away. Stepping back, he smiled. "It has been done." Helping the girl stand, the turned to face the other Children. "The power of what has been done will only come into effect if something happens to me. You have been forewarned." Nodding, the children all turned and walked back to their homes.
Christa Base looked around at her new home. It was perfect on the outside, and she assumed that it was the same on the inside. Smiling, she remembered the events that had all began five days before, when Isaac had approached her for the first time. She had talked to him before, but never alone in the middle of the field. She was excited at what had happened, and knew she could make it work.
As long as she had the Lord's grace.
**Five days earlier**
Christa had been a little apprehensive when Isaac had first approached her alone. It wasn't that she was afraid, she just didn't know what he wanted. He told her that she had been selected by the Lord, and even she knew what that meant, and she began to feel excited. This was an honor, she knew, and couldn't wait to hear more. Sitting her down, Isaac had gone into a little more detail, and had told her that she was to me the Bearer for the Lord.
Not saying anything else, Isaac took her hand and led her from the field. Before the two parted, they made plans to meet later that night. Walking to her house, Christa smoothed her skirt, and made sure she looked like she was coming home from the library, and not sitting in the dirt.
Going straight up the stairs, she had retreated into her room.
**Present day**
Opening the door, Christa's dad took one look into the new house and almost fainted. The inside furniture was beautiful, and the house was completely furnished. It was obvious that whoever had lived here had good taste. Christa's parents were still somewhat in shock, because they had just started to deal with the fact that they weren't in Nebraska anymore.
The surprise had started four days before, when Mrs. Base had received a letter informing them that some unknown relative had died and left a house to the family. The only problem had been that if they weren't moved in within a week, they wouldn't get the house. So here they were. Four days later, they had left everything back in Nebraska except for themselves and their possessions, and moved to California and their dream house.
It was the perfect place for a family.
**Five days earlier**
Later that night, after dinner a knock had sounded on the door. Answering on the second knock, Christa saw a dark haired little boy standing on the porch. Letting him in, she heard her mother ask who it was. "It's just Micah, Mom. I'm going to go outside with him for a little bit." Closing the door behind them, Christa put her arm around the eleven year olds shoulders.
Micah looked up at the fifteen year old girl, with admiration in his eyes. "You're special. Isaac says so." He smiled shyly. The girl almost laughed. Stopping, she turned and knelt in front of the boy. Smiling back at hum, she began to speak.
"Micah, no matter what happens, I'm still the same person who baby sat you, OK?" He nodded, and they continued walking. After the good part of a half hour, the twosome reached the center of the field, which had been cleared out to make a huge fire lit circle. As soon as the Children saw Christa, they all dropped to their knees, in what she assumed was respect. She figured that they were more aware of the situation then she was, and she didn't know how to react to that.
Only one person remained standing, and that was Isaac. He was standing on the other side of the clearing, presumably waiting for her. He was holding a huge knife in front of him, and had an odd smile on his face.
Christa dropped Micah's hand and began to walk to the Lord's disciple.
**Present day**
Christa surveyed the layout of her room with much interest. Like the rest of the house, it was fully furnished, and she loved it. Sitting on her bed, she turned to face the window. Looking out at the backyard, she noticed that there was a small path leading into the woods. Deciding to see where it led, Christa ran down the stairs and out the back door.
Wishing that she had brought a flashlight, she made her way into the steadily darkening forest. Walking the path, she realized that it was much longer then she had anticipated. Finally, after walking for what seemed like forever, she emerged on the edge of what else, but a cornfield.
Without a doubt, she realized that this was meant to happen.
Telling herself that there was nothing to be afraid of, she walked into the corn. After a few minutes, she reached the center of the corn, and with a gasp, she looked across the clearing. A person, who strongly resembled Isaac stood partially hidden by the stalks. Blinking, Christa tried to clear the vision from her mind, but when she reopened her eyes, the boy was still there.
"Welcome, my child," the boy said. That was all Christa heard, because he had sunk to the ground, in a dead faint at the sound of Isaac's voice which was coming form the boys mouth.
**Five days ago**
Walking toward Isaac, Christa hadn't been afraid. A million thoughts ran through her mind, but one stuck out. They want me. They chose me, out of all people to be the Lord's Bearer. Reaching the opposite side of the clearing, Christa smiled as Isaac welcomed her.
"First, my child, I shall explain a few things to you. You have been chosen because we can trust you. You are special, and you must never forget that." Going into much more detail, Isaac explained the full plan to the astonished teenager. "I am the first descendant, so it is my duty to perform this ceremony." Walking closer to the main fire, Isaac motioned Christa to follow him. Telling the girl to lay down, he turned away. She did so, and waited. Isaac leaned down and pulled the girls shirt up so that her stomach area was exposed, and stood back.
Raising the knife, he brought it down and made a shallow incision across the girl's abdomen. Then, he took the knife and cut across his own palm. Pressing his hand onto the girls bleeding belly, Isaac and the other children began to chant, but Christa couldn't make out the words. She knew that what was happening was going to be special, and she could feel Isaac's essence leaking into her through the wound.
After what seemed to be a very short time, Isaac pulled his hand away. Stepping back, he smiled. "It has been done." Helping the girl stand, the turned to face the other Children. "The power of what has been done will only come into effect if something happens to me. You have been forewarned." Nodding, the children all turned and walked back to their homes.