Why Am I Here?

I would like to share my short story with you. I wasn't suppose to be born actually. I was scheduled to be aborted. It was 1970 and my mom was having a lot of difficulties with her pregnancy. After some tests the doctor determined that I was an ectopic pregnancy. I was in the fallopian tubes instead of the womb. My mom had to make a decision of whether to risk her life or take mine. She was devastated because she had already experienced an earlier miscarriage. She did not want to lose another baby. She began to pray. She did not believe in abortion, however the doctor expressed to her that was the only option, unless she wanted to die.

She continued to put the decision aside while praying for God to give her a miracle. The pregnancy progressed into the 5th month and her doctor told her there was no more waiting. The procedure had to be done now. So it was scheduled and she went home brokenhearted. The abortion would be done on Monday morning of the following week. The church where she attended was in revival that week so she made herself go one night despite the pain and discomfort she was feeling. She went up for prayer one last time. Nothing happened. The weekend came and she began to prepare for the hospital stay. Dad drove her into town to get her a new gown. Upon leaving the store, she got back in the car and just doubled over in terrible pain. Something was wrong for sure. A few minutes later mom felt me moving and knew I was alive. After arriving at the hospital, the doctor examined mom and discovered to his amazement that I had moved into the womb. It was a miracle! My moving had ripped her tubes and she would no longer be able to conceive but I was not going to be aborted. The doctor was then concerned that I would not be healthy and warned her and my dad that I would probably be handicapped. There was a high probability that I would not have all of my extremities. She continued to pray and carried me the full term. Upon birth, I was announced their baby girl and to the doctor's amazement again, I was perfect in form and very healthy. I weighed in at 6 lbs. and 10 ounces...mom says I smiled at her. She said that was her confirmation that I was indeed okay and all my mental capacities were normal. She said she had asked God to let me just smile at her if all was normal.

And I have been smiling since! I am SO grateful to God for the chance to live this life. It has been some of the hardest times to endure and some of the most wonderful times to experience. This life is definitely worth living! God does care about us before we ever greet this world. And He has a plan for each one of us that only He can deliver. Why then am I here?
To smile...