My 13 year old daughter sent me this.
I know abortion is a volitile issue and I am hesitiant to post this, even in K&C, but it is rather moving. Please take it in the spirit intended and let's not argue here.
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but
I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The
sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me, you could definatley tell that I am a
baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.
You no what Mommy, I'm a girl!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I dont like it when
you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I
cry with you even though you cant hear me.
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend alot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes, and strtch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you, He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. I can hear you and I know and love you. Mommy what is an abortion?
I can hear that doctor again. I dont like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please maked him stop! I cant get away from it! Mommy!! HELP me!! Mommy, please make it stop Mommy!! I'm sorry Mommy! Make it stop! Please make it stop!!...
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. He is holding me.
Compassion is the sometimes fatal capacity for feeling what it is like inside somebody else's skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too.
- Frederick Buechner
If society prospers at the expense of the intangibles,
how can it be called progress?