“Before I made you in your mother’s womb, I choose you. Before you were born, I set you apart for a special work. I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.” Jeremiah 1:5

They tell me that He planned me, every cell, every fiber, every bone, and every freckle, and every everything about me. Apparently I am set apart for a special work. Maybe I could be a doctor or a nurse, or a missionary . . . something either great or small in the world. There has got to be something for me to do!

I also hear that God is molding and shaping me in my mother’s womb, and that the way he is making me is so beautiful and wonderful and mind troubling only He knows everything about me. So I guess that means that God knows exactly how I will turn out. Pretty cool, huh?

Did you know that He even planed every single one of my days before I was one day old? That means that He planed my whole life out before and during the time I began to exist. I find that thought comforting, don’t you? It means that everything that happens is supposed to happen because it is planned; which means that I was planned, maybe not by you but by God, because I happened. Thoughtful stuff, eh?

But aren’t you curious as to how I will turn out? What I will look like—my hair color, my eye color, my skin color, the number of fingers and toes that I might get, my gender; you name it. Aren’t you the least bit curious? I am

I want to know what I will be when I grow up. I don’t have any ideas what is out there, so don’t you want to show me the ropes? You know, watch me grow up, try and discover—and help me discover—some of my skills, talents, and interest, and help me choose a profession that both of us could be proud of? I’m game.

My baby pictures, my elementary, middle, and high school yearbooks—lots of memories for you to have when I am grown and have moved away. Don’t you want to make and share those memories with me? Don’t you want to watch me grow up, help mold me into the person I might become, and watch me have kids of my own—your grandchildren? I want you too.

So God has all my days, every moment of my life, planned and I do not know all of what that entails, but I am curious and I want to find that out, don’t you? I want to know what my life is going to be like. I want to life out my ups and downs, my baby, toddler, kid, pre-teen, teen, adult, and elderly years; and I want you to be there with me every step of the way. But even if you are not around me like that, please let me have the chance to have a life outside of your stomach.

I am here, in your womb, holding so much promise that deep down inside, you are curious about. But how can you find out anything about me if you abort me . . . if you kill me?

“I praise you because you made me in an amazing and wonderful way. What you have done is wonderful. I know this really well. You saw my bones being formed as I took shape in my mother’s body. When I was put together there, you saw my body as it was formed. All the days planned for me were written in your book before I was one day old.” Psalm 139: 14-16