Nestled within my very own watery cocoon, I am unaware of anything but my heartbeat. I hear voices from time to time, but their words are not discernible. My life is a sheltered life, as well it should be. I haven’t the knowledge, experience, or wherewithal to make it very far on my own.
Life is a mysterious thing, beginning within the dark confines of secrecy. One moment, there’s nothing. And then, life. I can’t tell you when that occurred; I wasn’t, now I am.
Me.
In my own little world.
A world within a world.
I feel so safe, so cared for, so very nurtured in this little world of mine.
It seems like I’m getting bigger every day. The desire to exercise comes automatically, and I find myself turning, kicking, and jabbing at nothing but the watery walls of my house.
I am so secure, hidden away in this wonderful place I call home.
Something inside assures me I will always be cared for, never abandoned, forever loved by someone I’ve known all my life, but haven’t yet met face to face.
There are times when I can hear a heartbeat other than my own. It has a stronger, slower rhythm to it; a reassuring sound that love is very near.
I’m not lonely in this little world. And though I’ve never seen the world outside this watery shell, I have a growing anticipation of greater things, new experiences. I know I was created for greater things. There’s a small but definite light deep within my being; a light that seems to constantly emit rays of hope. Hope of uncovering my purpose, my destiny, in this thing known as life.
At times my little world rumbles and bounces, but I need never worry. I am safe. I am loved.
I am.
Me.
In my own little world.
“You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous – how well I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.” (Psalm 139:13-16 NLT)
Jan Grace 