
"I Miss You, Mommy..." :*
Please pray for the women who are pregnant and are unsure what to do. Pray that God shows them that what is growing inside of them is truly "a living being." A gift from God. Please pray for the unborn babies that they might be allowed to live. Please pray that men, women, & doctors will stop taking the lives of these sweet and innocent little babies. And continue to pray that the Lord will touch those Moms (& Dads) who have gone through abortions, and help them through the dark days, and that they will seek His Love and precious forgiveness, and that He will give them His Peace, and lift them out of their sadness.
October 5 - Today my life began. My parents do not know it yet, I am as small as a seed of an apple, but it is I already. And I am to be a girl. I shall have blond hair and blue eyes. Just about everything is settled though, even the fact that I shall love flowers.
October 19 - Some say that I am not a real person yet, that only my mother exists. But I am a real person, just as a small crumb of bread is yet truly bread. My mother is. And I am.
October 23 - My mouth is just beginning to open now. Just think, in a year or so I shall be laughing and later talking. I know what my first word will be: MAMA.
October 25 - My heart began to beat today all by itself. From now on it shall gently beat for the rest of my life without ever stopping to rest! And after many years it will tire. It will stop, and then I shall die.
November 2 - I am growing a bit every day. My arms and legs are beginning to take shape. But I have to wait a long time yet before those little legs will raise me to my mother’s arms, before these little arms will be able to gather flowers and embrace my father.
November 12 - Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. Funny how small they are! I’ll be able to stroke my mother’s hair with them.
November 20 - It wasn’t until today that the doctor told mom that I am living here under her heart. Oh, how happy she must be! Are you happy, mom?
November 25 - My mom and dad are probably thinking about a name for me. But they don’t even know that I am a little girl. I want to be called Kathy. I am getting so big already.
December 10 - My hair is growing. It is smooth and bright and shiny. I wonder what kind of hair mom has.
December 13 - I am just about able to see. It is dark around me. When mom brings me into the world it will be full of sunshine and flowers. But what I want more than anything is to see my mom. How do you look, mom?
December 24 - I wonder if mom hears the whispering of my heart? Some children come into the world a little sick. But my heart is strong and healthy. It beats so evenly: tup-tup,tup-tup. You’ll have a healthy little daughter, mom!
December 28 - Today my mother had the doctor kill me, I couldn't understand why they were hurting me so very badly, .... but then I couldn't feel it anymore ... ... .. .. . . . . ___________
Dear Mommy: I am in Heaven now, often sitting on Jesus' lap. He loves me and rocks me, and even cries with me; my heart was so broken ...
Jesus just rocked me for a long time, I could feel his warm tear drops on my face and hands as I cuddled in His arms.
I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened. I was so excited when I began realizing my existence.
I was in a dark, yet very comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings.
I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping, and I was having fun moving around in my womb.
Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me. Sometimes I heard you crying ... and I cried with you.
Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard Daddy yelling back. It made me so sad, and I hoped you would be better soon. I wondered why you cried so much.
One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy. I just wanted you so much that day.
But later on that same day, the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in.
I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming, "Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, oh, please help me."
Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore. Then the monster started ripping my arm off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. It didn't stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.
Though I was in such horrific pain, I realized I was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me. I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. . . but now I can't; all my dreams were shattered.
Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking more than anything else. I so wanted, more than anything, to be your daughter. But it was no use, for I was dying such a painful death.
I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you. I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand. And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them;
I was dead . . . and then, I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place. I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone.
The angel took me to Jesus and laid me on His lap. He craddled me into His arms, put me up to his face and whispered to me that He loved me, and He was my Father. Then I was happy.
I asked Him what the thing was that killed me. He answered, "Abortion. I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels." I don't know what abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster.
Then several more angels brought more little children to Jesus that were just like me, and He held us all for such a long time, crying so much and telling us how very much He loved us.
I'm writing to tell you that I still love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard to live. . .oh, how I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too powerful. It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me, and it was impossible for me to live.
I don't know what I did to make that mean monster so mad, but I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you. I didn't want to die. Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster. . . I don't want him to hurt you! Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you or any other baby to go through the kind of pain I did.
Please be careful, and, Mommy, I hope you will tell others about the pain that we've been through, so more babies don't have to go through what I did, and more mommies won't have to go through what you did.
Love,Your Baby Girl
P.S. I miss you and will always and forever love you, Mommy. I always wondered what you were going to name me when I was borne, Jesus named me Sharon Rose ... and I love that name.