"My mom considered abortion, so even she didn't want me to live."
How it sounds in your head: You learned it in an argument, or overheard it whispered to a counselor. The knowledge that your existence hung in the balance of a decision. She thought about ending you. That thought—that moment of hesitation—feels like it defines your worth. If your own mother questioned your right to exist, how can you believe you're truly wanted?
"Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them."
-- Psalm 139:16Enemy weaponizing a moment of human fear and confusion into lifelong identity wound.
She knows the weight of considering impossible choices during crisis pregnancy. She may have faced similar decisions herself and understands the terror. The fact that her mother even contemplated it feels like proof she was fundamentally undesirable.
Pharaoh ordered ALL Hebrew boys thrown into the Nile—Moses' mother hid him three months, then put him in the river in a basket, essentially giving him up. But God had already ordained him to deliver a nation—the daughter of the very Pharaoh who wanted him dead pulled him from the water and raised him in the palace.
I REFUSE the lie that my mother's moment of fear defines my worth. IT IS WRITTEN that God's eyes saw my unformed substance and wrote ALL my days in His book before one of them came to be. Human hesitation cannot override Heaven's decision. I am here because GOD wanted me here. IT IS WRITTEN that I am covered by the BARAK—blessed coming in and going out, protected by covenant not contingent on how anyone felt about my arrival. I declare I am DIVINELY WANTED, eternally chosen, and Heaven's emphatic YES.
While your mother hesitated in fear, the Father was building a cradle in eternity with your name on it. He wasn't waiting to see what she'd choose—He was already celebrating the daughter He'd been longing for since before galaxies were named.