Listen: An Unborn Baby Speaks

© Jeanne E Webster – all rights reserved

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1 day:
Conception
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22 days:
Thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…
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Gee, Lord! You were right…this is fun! It’s goin’ thumpidy thump. I feel alive!
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28 days:
Wow! My back is gettin’ stronger, and my liver, kidneys and ‘testines are growin’ too.
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How much longer will it be, Lord?
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35 days:
Papa, you’re so creative. Look at my eyes, legs, and hands! They’re almost shaped. Whoopee! I’ll be playin’ in no time!
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42 days:
Hmmm…Papa, I think I can think now, and my mowf and lips are right here! See? I’m even gettin’ fingertails!
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49 days:
Oh, Papa…look at me twitch my nose and toes! I’ve even got eyelids now. Watch me kick and swim in this watery pouch!
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56 days:
Papa, thank you for all these things called organs! And, gee, my bones are turnin’ from that cart’lage stuff into harder stuff!
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Wow! I just got fingerprinted!
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Sssh…I think I hear people talkin’. They won’t hurt me, will they? Is it dangerous out there?
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63 days:
Oh Papa, my toofers are coming in, and these fingertails will come in handy for scritchin’ the itchies.
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Lookee…my head goes this way and that way. Am I cool or what?!
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Oops…hiccup…hiccup…yep, I can do that now too!
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77 days:
I can breeve a little too, Papa.
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Oops, watch out…I went potty!
~
84 days:
I’m hangin’ on by my thummies! Whee! All systems are go! Am I ready yet, Papa? Is everyting ok?
(first trimester is abortion’s prime-time)
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91 days:
Blahhhhh! Did you hear that noise I made? Ha Ha!
~
I’m learning to use my lungs by breevin’ fluid.
~
This thummie comes in handy. It kind of ends up in my mowf lots of times.
~
Was that a “No,” Papa?
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98 days:
I’m feelin’ stronger, Papa. Is my heart really pumpin’ quarts and quarts of sacred fluid ev’ryday?
~
105 days:
Papa, I can taste now too. I can’t wait to eat that peanut butter sanwinch you said us kids would like!
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4th month:
My bones are growin’ fast and fillin’ up with that marrow stuff. And look…I’m almost 8 inches long!
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17 weeks:
Wow, I’m dweamin’! All right! This IS fun!
~
21-22 weeks:
What did you say, Papa? If there’s trouble, I’m developed enough now to be saved? Saved from what? Are there bad things out there, Papa?
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20th week:
I hear my mommie, Papa!
(earliest stage that partial birth abortions are performed)
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Mommie!
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She can’t hear me yet. I’m not afraid now, Papa. Mommie won’t let anyfing bad happen to me. It’s safe here, nice and warm and comfy.
~
5-6 months:
I’ll be needin’ some air to breeve pretty soon. This fluid is yucky!
~
Watch me grab that umbilical cord and spin around. Whee!
~
I’d better rest up; I worked up a sweat.
~
I’m really growin’! I’m almost a foot long and weigh over a pound.
~
7-9 months:
My eyetoofers are cuttin’ through already.
~
Watch these peepers work! I‘m almost all grow’d up. I can sense that Mommie is getting’ grumbly.
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HEY!
WHAT’S GOIN’ ON?
I’M FALLIN’, PAPA!
I’ve dropped down into a slide. This is scary! Papa, where are you?
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Waaaahhhhh!

O Come, King of Peace

O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.

Refrain

Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Wisdom from on high,
Who orderest all things mightily;
To us the path of knowledge show,
And teach us in her ways to go.

Refrain

O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan’s tyranny;
From depths of hell Thy people save,
And give them victory over the grave.

Refrain

O come, Thou Day-spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death’s dark shadows put to flight.

Refrain

O come, Thou Key of David, come,
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.

Refrain

O come, O come, great Lord of might,
Who to Thy tribes on Sinai’s height
In ancient times once gave the law
In cloud and majesty and awe.

Refrain

O come, Thou Root of Jesse’s tree,
An ensign of Thy people be;
Before Thee rulers silent fall;
All peoples on Thy mercy call.

Refrain

O come, Desire of nations, bind

In one the hearts of all mankind;

Bid Thou our sad divisions cease,

And be Thyself our King of Peace.

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An advent prayer/song, yes; both to celebrate our Lord’s birth and, after prayerful thought, perhaps for the days at hand.  O come our King of Peace!  Amen

Birth Day!

fetus

copyright Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved.

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1 day:
Conception

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22 days:
Thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…

~

Gee, Lord! You were right…this is fun! It’s goin’ thumpidy thump. I feel alive!

~

28 days:
Wow! My back is gettin’ stronger, and my liver, kidneys and ‘testines are growin’ too.

~

How much longer will it be, Lord?

~

35 days:
Papa, you’re so creative. Look at my eyes, legs, and hands! They’re almost shaped. Whoopee! I’ll be playin’ in no time!

~

42 days:
Hmmm…Papa, I think I can think now, and my mowf and lips are right here! See? I’m even gettin’ fingertails!

~

49 days:
Oh, Papa…look at me twitch my nose and toes! I’ve even got eyelids now. Watch me kick and swim in this watery pouch!

~

56 days:
Papa, thank you for all these things called organs! And, gee, my bones are turnin’ from that cart’lage stuff into harder stuff!

~

Wow! I just got fingerprinted!

~

Sssh…I think I hear people talkin’. They won’t hurt me, will they? Is it dangerous out there?

~

63 days:
Oh Papa, my toofers are coming in, and these fingertails will come in handy for scritchin’ the itchies.

~

Lookee…my head goes this way and that way. Am I cool or what?!

~

Oops…hiccup…hiccup…yep, I can do that now too!

~

77 days:
I can breeve a little too, Papa.

~

Oops, watch out…I went potty!

~

84 days:
I’m hangin’ on by my thummies! Whee! All systems are go! Am I ready yet, Papa? Is everyting ok?

(first trimester is abortion’s prime-time)

~

91 days:
Blahhhhh! Did you hear that noise I made? Ha Ha!

~

I’m learning to use my lungs by breevin’ fluid.

~

This thummie comes in handy. It kind of ends up in my mowf lots of times.

~

Was that a “No,” Papa?

~

98 days:
I’m feelin’ stronger, Papa. Is my heart really pumpin’ quarts and quarts of sacred fluid ev’ryday?

~

105 days:
Papa, I can taste now too. I can’t wait to eat that peanut butter sanwinch you said us kids would like!

~

4th month:
My bones are growin’ fast and fillin’ up with that marrow stuff. And look…I’m almost 8 inches long!

~

17 weeks:
Wow, I’m dweamin’! All right! This IS fun!

~

21-22 weeks:
What did you say, Papa? If there’s trouble, I’m developed enough now to be saved? Saved from what? Are there bad things out there, Papa?

~

20th week:
I hear my mommie, Papa!

(earliest stage that partial birth abortions are performed)

~

Mommie!

~

She can’t hear me yet. I’m not afraid now, Papa. Mommie won’t let anyfing bad happen to me. It’s safe here, nice and warm and comfy.

~

5-6 months:
I’ll be needin’ some air to breeve pretty soon. This fluid is yucky!

~

Watch me grab that umbilical cord and spin around. Whee!

~

I’d better rest up; I worked up a sweat.

~

I’m really growin’! I’m almost a foot long and weigh over a pound.

~

7-9 months:
My eyetoofers are cuttin’ through already.

~

Watch these peepers work! I‘m almost all grow’d up. I can sense that Mommie is getting’ grumbly.

~

HEY!

WHAT’S GOIN’ ON?

I’M FALLIN’, PAPA!

I’ve dropped down into a slide. This is scary! Papa, where are you?

~

Waaaahhhhh!

Come and See!

nativity

 

 

© 2010 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

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“O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie…”

Plodding into the small city, Joseph and Mary sought shelter after their week-long trek from Nazareth. It was census time; registration was mandatory. It was also an important time in their personal lives.   Mary was about to give birth to their first-born child. Unable to find room in a lodging house, the exhausted couple found succor in a mundane animal shed, and under a silent night sky, the Christ child was born.

“For Christ is born of Mary, and gathered all above, while mortals sleep, the angels keep their watch of wondering love…”

An angel suddenly appeared in the night sky to a group of shepherds tending their sheep. Though deeply frightened, they listened to the “good tidings of great joy.” Moments later a myriad of angels hovered above them, praising God and declaring, “Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace, goodwill toward men.”

The shepherds hurried to the manger to worship this “Savior,” to see firsthand this babe who was “Christ the Lord.” They returned to their flocks glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen in the still of that night.

“O holy Child of Bethlehem, descend to us, we pray; cast out our sin and enter in, be born in us today.”

 

Come, our Lord Emmanuel, come into our hearts this day.   Open our ears so we too may hear the wonderful news from on high, “Behold I bring you tidings of great joy…for unto you is born this day…a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.”   May we take this into our hearts as a personal invitation– a Gift with our name on it– a blessing we sorely need.

Like Mary and Joseph, we have been on an arduous journey and have found no lodging for our weary souls. Yet . . . out of the stillness of this Nativity night, may we find solace and rest in Your wondrous message:

“O come to us, abide with us, our Lord Emmanuel.”

Amen.

[Words in italics taken from “O Little Town of Bethlehem” written by Phillip Brooks; scripture from Luke 2:1-20 KJV]

The Glowing

wetrose

copyright Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

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Thank you for the memories,

The joys and wonders of life,

The blessing of divine glories…

What peace abundantly rife!

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You birthed me as a baby girl,

Swaddled up in my mother’s arms;

Tenderly kissed my golden curls

As I snuggled in her charms.

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Thanks for all my family and friends,

Thanks for pretty flowers and weeds.

Sunshine and rain brought amends

As You sought to establish Your seeds.

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Oh God, my sins no longer sting

They’re hung on the cross of Jesus.

He entered into my life to bring

A life so much more prestigious.

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Your truth appeased my doubting heart

I was healed by Your living waters.

Eternal life You did truly impart

To my lost spirit and many others.

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I peered inside my very soul;

Faithfully, You are present there.

See that loving spirit glow…

A sweet heavenly flare!  Amen

Womb Talk

Newborn Baby in Mother Hand

© 2011 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

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1 day:
Conception

22 days:
Thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…

“Gee, Papa! You were right…this is fun! It’s goin’ thumpidy thump. I feel alive!”

28 days:
“Wow! My back is gettin’ stronger, and my liver, kidneys and ‘testines are growin’ too.”

“How much longer will it be, Papa?”

35 days:
“Papa, you’re so creative. Look at my eyes, legs, and hands! They’re almost shaped. Whoopee! I’ll be playin’ in no time!”

42 days:
“Hmmm…Papa, I think I can think now, and my mowf and lips are right here! See? I’m even gettin’ fingertails!”

49 days:
“Oh, look at me twitch my nose and toes! I’ve even got eyelids now. Watch me kick and swim in this watery pouch!”

56 days:
“Papa, thank you for all these things called organs! And, gee, my bones are turnin’ from that cart’lage stuff into harder stuff!”

“Wow! I just got fingerprinted!”

“Sssh…I think I hear people talkin’. They won’t hurt me, will they? Is it dangerous out there?”

63 days:
“Oh Papa, my toofers are coming in, and these fingertails will come in handy for scritchin’ the itchies.”

“Lookee…my head goes this way and that way. Am I cool or what?!”

“Oops…hiccup…hiccup…yep, I can do that now too!”

77 days:
“I can breeve a little too, Papa.”

“Oops, watch out…I went potty!”

84 days:
“I’m hangin’ on by my thummies! Whee! All systems are go! Am I ready yet, Papa? Is everyting ok?”

(first trimester is abortion’s prime-time)

91 days:
“Blahhhhh! Did you hear that noise I made? Ha Ha!”

“I’m learning to use my lungs by breevin’ fluid.”

“This thummie comes in handy. It kind of ends up in my mowf lots of times.”

“Was that a ‘No,’ Papa?”

98 days:
“I’m feelin’ stronger, Papa. Is my heart really pumpin’ quarts and quarts of sacred fluid ev’ryday?”

105 days:
“Papa, I can taste now too. I can’t wait to eat that peanut butter sanwinch you said us kids would like!”

4th month:
“My bones are growin’ fast and fillin’ up with that marrow stuff. And look…I’m almost 8 inches long!”

17 weeks:
“Wow, I’m dweamin’! All right! This IS fun!”

21-22 weeks:
“What did you say, Papa? If there’s trouble, I’m developed enough now to be saved? Saved from what? Are there bad things out there, Papa?”

20th week:
“I hear my mommie, Papa!”

(earliest stage that partial birth abortions are performed)

“Mommie!”

“She can’t hear me yet. I’m not afraid now, Papa. Mommie won’t let anyfing bad happen to me. It’s safe here, nice and warm and comfy.”

5-6 months:
“I’ll be needin’ some air to breeve pretty soon. This fluid is yucky!”

“Watch me grab that umbilical cord and spin around. Whee!”

“I’d better rest up; I worked up a sweat.”

“I’m really growin’! I’m almost a foot long and weigh over a pound.”

7-9 months:
“My eyetoofers are cuttin’ through already.”

“Watch these peepers work! I‘m almost all grow’d up. I can sense that Mommie is getting’ grumbly.”

“HEY!”

“WHAT’S GOIN’ ON?”

“I’M FALLIN’, PAPA!”

“I’ve dropped down into a slide. This is scary! Papa, where are you?”

“Waaaahhhhh!”

(reblog)

One Seed

Young Mother Kissing Infant

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© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.   All rights reserved

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You are my brother, sister, mother

No matter what the creed

My aunt, uncle, or my father

We started from one seed

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You’ll never walk alone, my friend

We’re all just family

Take my hand, my heart, my all

Love will show the way

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God commands us love him first

Then love our fellow man

He sent his Son to put down sin

And let his glory shine.

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May God bless your heart and soul

Accept his gift of love

Christ is the ransom for your sins

Believe, be born again!

Day 4 NaPoWriMo