What Is The Most Precious Gift?
Hello my loyal readers! The month of May is very special for me because it is the month that my mother had me to this one who writes to you today. Not for the simple reason that a girl is born into this world. It's because she didn't have to let me be born. The decision was hers whether I was born or not.
Why do I say this? It is because I was the product of a rape committed against her. Why have such a terrible reminder like that? Truth? As far as society was concerned, she was within her human right to get rid of "this thing" that was inside her.
Yet, she knew that what was inside her was a creature that was forming every day. At six weeks of fertilization, the little arms and legs are developing. The heart begins to beat, and the little eyes are being created.
For me, my mother gave me the most precious gift anyone could give me. Life! She knew that God gave life and that I had a plan here on earth. She would love me and teach me the good I needed to learn.
For this on this day I want to thank my mother María Luisa Lozada for loving me so much. That, although she was confronted with one of the most difficult decisions a woman can have in her life, she decided to have me.
"For you formed my innermost parts; you made me in my mother's womb. I praise you; for formidable, wonderful are your works; I am amazed, and my soul knows it very well. My body was not concealed from you, well that in the occult I was formed, and woven into the depths of the earth. My embryo saw your eyes and in your book were written all those things." Psalm 139:13-16
Peace, Love, and Joy!
Sandra Ivette Miranda