Even after having my first child Chandler, I didn’t think it was my place to tell another woman what she should or shouldn’t do with her own body. Other than that, I didn’t think about abortion until one spring day in 2000 my mom author and researcher Sarah Hinze came over with a stapled paper copy of her new manuscript The Castaways. 20 years of research was compiled into this book. By the end of the first chapter, I was enthralled. The book took on life, pulsing knowledge and understanding into my mind.
Who were these aborted children?
The Castaways tempted to answer that question.
I learned about announcing dreams, a universal phenomenon many cultures celebrated. Unborn children were alive as spirits or angels before they were born. They lived with God and prepared for their time to come to earth. These stories, my mom coined prebirth experiences, documented how unborn children communicated with those they loved. When a mother had a dream, vision or other encounter with her unborn child it served as an unbreakable bond. The mother knew her child who her child was even before he or she was born. Such experiences were not shared in defense of abortion; however, they did support the reality a developing unborn baby was not just alive physically, but spiritually. When their attempt to come to earth was block through abortion and their physical body was destroyed, their soul experienced devastating rejection.
At the time, Chandler was only a year old.
I always believed Chandler lived with God before he was born, but this understanding was now on an entirely different level. I knew I was assigned to be his mother. Out of all the millions of people who lived on the planet, my son was supposed to be mine. I knew it to be true and my relationship with my baby took on new love and meaning.
Although his body was smaller than mine, I knew his soul was exactly like mine; mighty in stature and purpose.
This understanding filled me with love, respect and I would never look at babies the same. The Castaways introduced me to the soul of an unborn child and I started struggling with my understanding of the abortion movement. Never had I considered the child’s pain or predicament before, but it was more than that. My role in protecting them was urgent. Not only as a mother, but as a woman it was my role to protect children. The pro-choice argument stated a child was not a child until he or she was born, but when I understood the purpose of my child abortion took on a whole new meaning.
My mom’s ongoing research of now 30 years continues to open doors where she can share her message and be a voice for the unborn. Recently, she was a keynote speaker at the annual meeting of the United Nations Commission on the Status of Women event Meet Women Who Are Changing the World where she had the opportunity to speak out for children and motherhood. Her lecture titled The Powerful Bond between Parents and their Children shared how women have powerful intuitive and spiritual capacities and that the caring and nurturing of their children is an inherently divine quality.
Along the same agenda, my mom has made it her mission to help women who have had an abortion. She states, “I have received a personal witness, and I speak it to those I counsel who have had abortions--there is spiritual healing from abortion through Jesus Christ. Jesus wants women to heal who have experienced the trauma of abortion. Jesus is amazing and full of love. He is the Great Physician and if we come unto Him, we can repent and He will wash away our sins that they man be white as snow”.
I'm so proud of my mom and her research. I think history will show her as a Schindler, making it her life’s purpose to help those who are oppressed and forgotten. One of the most beautiful experiences is when someone comes forward with a child, thanking my mom for her research; for without it their child would have been aborted. Here is the 15th anniversary edition of The Castaways with new stories and updated research supporting our children live before they are born, available on Amazon and Kindle.