I wanted to share this earlier, but due to family illnesses and injuries, I have been unable to post, so here it is now ….
As many of you know, I asked God years ago to break my heart for what breaks His. Since then, He has put a burden on me to pray for the unborn, and the children. He has put His anguish for our most vulnerable into my heart, nearly breaking it at times with the pain He feels. I have spent many hours weeping and sobbing for all the babies that have been murdered over the decades.
And, He has placed in me a deep yearning for all the babies and children that have been so dreadfully hurt. This is not just for the aborted babies, although my arms have literally ached to hold and cherish each of them; but also includes all the children that have been hurt by what has happened the past few years.
And then a month or so ago He gave me a dream.
In the dream we were arriving at what I felt was some sort of outdoor sports event – perhaps a football game – as there were adults standing in a row shoulder to shoulder, as if on the sidelines of a sports field. I don’t know if there is significance in that or not. We got out of the car and I noted they all had lightweight jackets on and I sensed it was fall, but did not notice anything around these people to confirm that. The man standing in the middle if this line turned slightly and I realized he was holding a baby. At first I thought the baby had just a diaper on. I walked over to him and felt anger well inside of me. “Why doesn’t this baby have anything on?” I yelled it in my anger and then demanded someone get me a blanket. “Give me that baby!” The man turned to place the baby, which I noticed wasn’t even wearing a diaper, in my arms as someone else handed me a striped baby receiving blanket. I quickly wrapped the poor little thing in the blanket as tears streamed down my face. It’s legs and arms were thin, just skin and bones with none of the precious ’baby fat’ that it should have had and it was icy cold. I began feverishly to rub the tiny body crying, “Come on, baby, get warm.” It was then that I looked at the pathetic tiny face that was twisted into a snarl of pain, it’s cheeks sunken in as if it was starved. I cried harder and rubbed harder, willing the tiny body to warm up. And then I felt warmth returning to it through the blanket, and as I watched, the tiny body began to fill out. The face grew plumper and the grey skin tone turned pink. When it opened its eyes to look at me, I just began to sob in relief and thanksgiving.
As I woke up, all I could say was “Why God? Why?” And I heard God say, very quietly, “Your prayers have been heard. You have saved the babies, and the little children.” “But why would you show me this?” “Because this is going to be your plan and purpose.”
I don’t yet understand what it all means, but I feel such excitement to see just where it will lead; and I wanted to share it this morning with this video because it was only minutes later that I found this post from Dutch Sheets for that day.
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