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Topic: Life (06/15/06)

By Valerie Routhieaux



Can you here me God in this dark place where I am? I hear things, but I canít see anything.

There are whispers of something called a pregnancy, and the woman and the man argue all the time, and then she cries and screams out to no one in particular.

Doesnít she know you? Doesnít she realize that I am real? Because I think they are talking about me. But they keep calling me Ďití, like Iím not real.

She went to the doctor the other day, and was told about me. The doctor said something I didnít understand. God, what is an abortion?

Sheís been quiet today. I donít know what that means. She never talks to me except once when she put her hands over the place where I am and she said it was all a mistake. What was a mistake, God?

Weíre going somewhere. God, I donít know what sheís thinking, but Iím concerned. I sense fear and anger from her, and I feel like it is all about me.

Now there are voices. I donít know what it all means. Thereís the word Ďdoctorí again. Sheís not still, I can feel her agitation, and then her name is called. Itís a beautiful name. But she doesnít go toward the voice. Something is different. I can feel her fear, anger, and frustration, God.

Sheís walking, the man is there and thereís yelling and screaming again. He says itís the best thing. She stops and says, ďNo, itís not the best thing. Iím not going to do it.Ē

Do what God? Is it that abortion thing sheís not going to do?

Heís gone, and sheís walking again. Weíre climbing, and now itís all hushed, but I can feel your peace here, God.

Thereís a voice, itís soft and full of questions. I donít know what they mean. I do know sheís never been here before.

Now thereís another, a manís voice, strong, authoritative, and compassionate. A lot like you, God. Heís telling her that there are no mistakes with God. That all life is precious, and so is the baby that she carries. Are they talking about me, God? Am I the baby?

Sheís crying. I can tell because sheís shaking. Her hands are over the place where I am.

Thereís peace when she leaves that place. I think weíll be coming back here. Wait sheís talking to me.

ďIím not going to harm you, or destroy you like everyone wants me to do. I wonít. I want to see you, hold you, and love you.Ē

Does that mean that there wonít be an abortion God? Iím glad. I want to see my mommyís face too.

You have a destiny to fulfill. I will keep you safe always.

Thank you God, for loving me and taking care of me. Donít let me go away from knowing you.

Psalms 139:13 For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.
14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvelous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
15 My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
16 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.
17 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

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Virginia Gorg06/26/06
An interesting perspective from the child's view. This is really well done and conveys a good message. Thanks for writing.