It was on August 31, 2017 I heard you crying but you and I know this wasn’t our first encounter. I could hear you loud and clear in my spirit. Your cry was, Remember me. I was on my way to drive and train a provider on some software he was struggling to document. I headed out with my worship music on. I wasn’t heavy about anything.
Your cry to me was disturbing because I began to immediately weep. How could I ever forget you? See just like God said Abel’s blood was crying out from the ground in Gen 4:10. So was yours.
The Lord knew this. I finished my book in September 2016 but did not release it until June 2020 on my birthday. My letter that prefaces my book under special thanks to you, reads as such!
To my unborn baby, you are not in the pictures with the other four everyone can see: you live in heaven’s nursery. But you are forever carried in my heart and counted. I can’t wait to hold you and raise you in heaven! One of my greatest restoration gifts will be to raise you in heaven with your father. Your childhood will be perfect! I recently learned that God doesn’t even take away the privilege of us naming you, if we both make it to heaven. I found out that we are encouraged to name you, even if we don’t know your gender. Together, we finally named you in December 2015. I would like to thank you for forgiving me, your father, and all those who were involved, the doctor, the nurse, and your grandmother. I love you more than words can ever express. I found Jesus in my brokenness because I lost you. Your blood still has a voice in my life that cries for restoration, forgiveness, mercy, and grace. I love you.
See, what others don’t know was I never knew your grandmother’s name until that December 2015. Your dad would often get extremely quite as he grieved her every December. I had been asking him for almost seven years to name you. See, I believe you are a girl. I asked him what his mother’s name was. He said, June. I asked June what? He said June Estelle. I immediately asked him, could we name you after his mother. He was just as delighted but neither of us could believe it took that long to do it. I then went on to ask when was her birthday. I did know it was in June but wasn’t sure of the exact date. See, your due date was June 19 and her birthday was June 21. Never would I have imagined God would have given me another daughter. I had long given up on having another child. I wasn’t even married.
I was almost 45 years old, and your dad was much older. I had no idea he was slowly dying. He didn’t share it with me. We weren’t in a relationship anymore, but I didn’t want to add to my body count. All hell had broken out in my home with your brothers, and I didn’t even want to go home anymore. I couldn’t believe I was pregnant in July 2016. It was just 7 months after naming you. I took a blood test at 12 weeks pregnant with your sister. They wanted to make sure she wasn’t deformed. I found out she was a girl.
Nobody, and I mean nobody, could have told me I would have another chance at having a daughter. Your sister was barely hanging on. I wasn’t regularly engaging sexually so I wasn’t on birth control. I actually took a Plan B pill afterwards. I cried out to God and repented after I found out I was actually pregnant. My gynecologist insisted I should abort. I knew I would never abort again. It broke me when I aborted you. All the years I labored and travailed for Ruth’s vineyard to be birthed to save other babies from abortion. She sent me three weeks in a row to test my HCG numbers. They were significantly low. She told me the baby would not be normal. I went one last time to get a blood test and my numbers shot up to the normal count.
I was having a baby. He didn’t want any more children. Your dad completely shut down on me for the third time now. How could I find myself in this same place again, I asked myself.
It took him until I was 7 months pregnant before God turned his heart. God knows if we hadn’t named you after your grandmother just 7 months prior than that would have been your sisters name. This is one more reason why I believe with all my heart, you were my first girl. God gave me a second chance. He told me that Laialh was my second chance. It took me having a girl to raise back up in my spirit. I wanted something different for the women in my bloodline. I never again allowed myself to be dishonored myself with him after your sister was born. He was thinking about turning back. He kept saying he didn’t believe she would remember him. I cried out to God and asked him to please tell him that I was going on with or without him.
The next day he came and asked me to sit down and he said I had a dream. I said ok. He said in the dream, you let me know that you and I were done. I said, I have been telling you that and I asked God to tell you. He said, God also showed me that your heart was open to with be the one God would send you. See, I never went back. Although he came almost every day to help me with her. I don’t know why God let me hear you but perhaps the Lord wanted me to make sure I didn’t go back with him. So, when on August 31, 2017, I heard you weeping and crying to me, Remember me: I was broken.
See I had already read the books on Heaven that let me know that the aborted babies wait for their parents. You wanted your dad to make it home and I needed to make sure I wasn’t in the way. I wanted the same thing and your cry was the encounter that reassured me I had made the right decision. We spent our last day with him on 1/21/2019 including Jeremy. And God remembered you and brought him home to you on September 15, 2019. I dream about how your dad tells you all about me and how much you mean to me. God is going to avenge your blood and I am going to be working on Ruth’s Vineyard soon. I love you so much. You are never forgotten in my life.
until the day we meet in heaven and I get to raise you,
Forever your mommy