October 2: Today my life began. My parents do not know it yet.
I am as small as the pollen of a flower, but it is I
already. I will be a girl. I will have blonde hair
and blue eyes. Nearly everything is settled
already, even that I shall love birds.
October 19: I have grown a little, but I am still too small to
do anything by myself. My mother does everything
for me, although she still does not know that she is
carrying me under her heart. But I am a real person
just as a crumb of bread is still real bread. My
mother exists, and I do too.
October 23: My mouth is just now beginning to open. Just think,
in a year or so I'll be laughing, and later I'll
start to talk. My first word will be "mama."
October 25: Today my heart began to beat. It will beat softly
for the rest of my life, never stopping. After many
years it will tire and stop. Then I shall die.
November 2: I am growing continually. My arms and legs are
taking shape, but I must wait a long time before
these tiny legs will raise me to my mother's arms;
before these little arms will be able to conquer the
earth and befriend people.
November 12: Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. How
small they are. One day I'll stroke my mother's
hair and tell her how nice she is.
November 20: Only today the doctor told my mother that I'm living
here under her heart. How happy she must be! Are
you happy, mother?
November 25: My mother and father are probably thinking about a
name for me. And they don't even know that I am a
little girl, so they are probably calling me "Andy."
But I want to be called Barbara. I am growing so
big.
December 10: My hair is growing. It is as bright and shiny as
the sun. I wonder what kind of hair my mother has.
December 13: My eyes are almost fully developed, although the
lids are still shut. When mother brings me into the
world it will be full of sunshine and overflowing
with flowers. I have never seen a flower, you know,
but more than anything I want to see my mother. How
do you look, mother?
December 24: My fingers and toes are fully formed. Even my nails
are beginning to develop.
December 26: I wonder if my mother hears the delicate beat of my
heart? Some children are born with sickly hearts,
and then the gentle fingers of the doctor perform
miracles to make them healthy. But my heart is
healthy. It beats so evenly: tup-tup, tup-tup. You
shall have a healthy daughter, mother.
December 28: Today my mother killed me.
God says, Lo children are an heritage of the Lord; and the fruit of the womb is his reward.
(Psalm 127:3)
The Psalmist wrote, I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Marvelous are thy works,
and that my soul knoweth right well. My substance was not hid from thee when I was made in secret and
curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. 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.
(Psalm 139:14-16)
Isaiah said, That Lord hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention
of my name . . . And, now, saith the Lord that formed me from the womb to be his servant . . .
(Isaiah 49: 1,5)
God said about Jeremiah, Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of
the womb I sanctified thee.
(Jeremiah 1:5)
And Mary arose in those days, and went into the hill country with haste, into a city of Juda; And entered into
the house of Zacharias, and saluted Elisabeth. And it came to pass, that, when Elisabeth heard the
salutation of Mary, the babe leaped in her womb; and Elisabeth was filled with the Holy Ghost: And she
spake out with a loud voice, and said, Blessed [art] thou among women, and blessed [is] the fruit of thy
omb. And whence [is] this to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? For, lo, as soon as the
voice of thy salutation sounded in mine ears, the babe leaped in my womb for joy.
(Luke 1:39-44)
God says, Be sure your sin will find you out. (Numbers 32:23)