Can you here me God in this dark place where I am? I hear things, but I can’t 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.
Doesn’t she know you? Doesn’t she realize that I am real? Because I think they are talking about me. But they keep calling me ‘it’, like I’m not real.
She went to the doctor the other day, and was told about me. The doctor said something I didn’t understand. God, what is an abortion?
She’s been quiet today. I don’t 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?
We’re going somewhere. God, I don’t know what she’s thinking, but I’m concerned. I sense fear and anger from her, and I feel like it is all about me.
Now there are voices. I don’t know what it all means. There’s the word ‘doctor’ again. She’s not still, I can feel her agitation, and then her name is called. It’s a beautiful name. But she doesn’t go toward the voice. Something is different. I can feel her fear, anger, and frustration, God.
She’s walking, the man is there and there’s yelling and screaming again. He says it’s the best thing. She stops and says, “No, it’s not the best thing. I’m not going to do it.”
Do what God? Is it that abortion thing she’s not going to do?
He’s gone, and she’s walking again. We’re climbing, and now it’s all hushed, but I can feel your peace here, God.
There’s a voice, it’s soft and full of questions. I don’t know what they mean. I do know she’s never been here before.
Now there’s another, a man’s voice, strong, authoritative, and compassionate. A lot like you, God. He’s 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?
She’s crying. I can tell because she’s shaking. Her hands are over the place where I am.
There’s peace when she leaves that place. I think we’ll be coming back here. Wait she’s talking to me.
“I’m not going to harm you, or destroy you like everyone wants me to do. I won’t. I want to see you, hold you, and love you.”
Does that mean that there won’t be an abortion God? I’m glad. I want to see my mommy’s 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. Don’t 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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