Why We Cry

From innocent-rebel's journal

Month One 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.

Month Two Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could
see me, you could definitely 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.

Month Three You know what Mommy, I'm a !! I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound
so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.

Month Four Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and
fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms
and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five 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. Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six I can hear that doctor again. I don't 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 make him stop! I can't
get away from it! Mommy!! HELP me!! No . . .

Month Seven Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. he is holding me.
He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . . One more heart that was stopped. Two
more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never
speak. Repost this if you are against Abortion. Before even time began,
your life was in HIS hands.