DEAR MOMMY
Dear Mommy,
I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus' lap. He loves me and cries with me;
for my heart has been broken. 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
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. 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. I was sad, and 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.
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 there was no sound. I guess they had you all pinned down
because 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, 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 complete 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. Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered. Though I was in
utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all. I
wanted more than anything to be your daughter. No use now, for I was dying
a painful death. I could only imagine that terrible things 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 no longer I had the breath to say
them; I was dead. 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 set me on His lap. He said
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.
I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be
your little girl. I tried very hard to live. 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. It was impossible to live. 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. Mommy, I love you and I
would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did. Please be careful.
Love,
Your baby girl
This was written by a 16 year old girl on the horror of abortion from
the baby's point of view. It is touching and may sway some minds to become
pro-life. Please send this letter to everyone you know! We must do all we
can to stop abortion!
KNOW THE FACTS
Since the Supreme Court legalized abortion In 1973, there have been 35
millon plus pre-born children killed.
Abortion on demand is legal during all nine months of pregnancy.
Fathers have no say in the abortion decision.
42 % of all women have repeat abortions
1% of all abortions are performed because of rape or incest; 1%
because of abnormalities; 3% because of mothers' health problem; 95%
are purely elective. (Alan Guttmacher Institute of PPFA)
Legal abortions are not safe...Approximately 37% of women who have had
abortions, experience some complications.
Abortion can be responsible for a lengthy array of long-term illness.
DO YOU KNOW THAT
At conception all 46 chromosomes are present and nothing will ever be added
to the new life other than the size and maturity.
At 24 days the heart begins to beat.
At 43 days brain waves can be recorded.
At 9 weeks the baby sucks his/her thumb.
A pre-born child is capable of responding to pain as early as eight
weeks after conception.
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