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Terminated Dreams


I really can’t tell you how old I am. I only know my heart began beating not too long ago. 

And though I’m not very big; hardly the size of a man’s fist, I’m very much alive. 

Each day I grow a little bigger, develop a new organ, and feel myself gaining strength; my very tiny muscles taking shape. 

It’s dark in here, of course, but I have the light of life. “The true light, which enlightens everyone, was coming into the world” (John 1:9 ESV). My Creator has assured me of a plan and a purpose. I don’t understand what that means, but I can sense in my tiny heart that it’s good.

A few days ago I heard my mother for the first time. I could feel the vibrations created by her voice, and it made me move with excitement. I can hardly wait to see her face to face. 

I wonder what it’s like, outside of my watery cocoon. 

I’m comforted by the quiet, peaceful sounding voice of my mother. Sometimes I can hear her singing; I love it when she sings. 

Someday I’ll be able to sing with her. 

The Creator spoke to me yesterday and said I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Every part of me is formed on purpose, for a purpose. Even my height, which isn’t much yet, has been determined by God. 

Someday I’ll be able to stand tall, with my hands lifted high, and sing praise to my Creator. 

Maybe my mother will join me. 

Yes, I can hardly wait. Just another four months, I think I heard someone say. Four months until I’m able to look into my mother’s eyes. 

As I said, I don’t understand these things. Like the way my mother and I share the same food, but we have different stomachs. Her blood was stored for the time God needed it to create me, yet we now each have our own blood supply and possibly, blood type. 

My mother must really love me, to go through so much just to bring me into the world. 

What?! What’s that smell? Why are my eyes, skin, and lips burning as if they’re on fire? I feel like my skin is melting.  

I can’t move my arms and legs. Something has grabbed me and is pulling me apart! 

Mommy…! Help meeeeeee…!

I hear my Creator God say, “Come to Me. I will receive you and you shall live.”

(Over 700,000 terminated dreams take place in our nation every year.) 

My Own Little World 

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.


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.


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)

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