Posted in Faith and Formation
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Our youth group met last night. We talked about respecting life. We are going to Granite City to pray for unborn babies and their mothers, outside an abortion clinic. At youth group last night, we each read a day from an unborn baby's diary. It touched me and I hope it does the same for you.
DIARY OF AN UNBORN CHILD
October 5 Today my life began. My parents do not know yet, I am as small as small as a seed of an apple, but it is I already. And I am to be a girl. I shall have blonde 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 also.
October 23 My mouth is 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! 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 befroe those 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
My tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. Junny how small they are! I'll be able to stroke my Mom's hair with them,
November 20
It wasn't until today that the Doctor told Mom that I am alive and living right 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 yet that I am to be their little girl. I want to be called LoriAnn. I am getting so big already.
December 10
My hair is already growing. It is smooth and bright and shiny. I wonder what kind of hair my 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 then anything else is to see my Mom.
December 24
I wonder if Mom hears the whispering of my heart? Some children comeinto the world a little sick. But my heart beats strong and heathy. It beats so evenly: tup-tup, tup-tup... You'll have a healthy little daughter, Mom.
December 28
Today my MOM killed me.
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Posted by Margaret K.
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