As I process this story again, God reminds me that He knew me and named me before I was born. He watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. His eyes saw me then. What was perhaps an attempt of the enemy to 'steal, kill and destroy' - was providentially interrupted through the prayers of my parents and the wisdom and strength of skilled doctors...and my mother, she bears the scars as evidence of my planned life.