As a servant, it is imperative that I do what my Master orders me to do. As an intercessor, I follow what the Lord wants me to pray about. As a watchman, I cannot choose what the Spirit wants to show me; and as one who always wants to know the Father’s heart, I must bear whatever He imparts to me, whether it makes me rejoice or weep with Him. I say this because for the past weeks since May 30, the Lord has not shown me anything but America and Abortion. I know that this is the third article in a row which I talk about abortion. What can I do if this is what He lets me do? Yes, I asked the Lord, why again? Are the two articles not strong enough to emphasize the horrors of abortion? How many times more do I have to shout against it?
This morning as I was praying for my personal needs and my family, suddenly, the Lord supplied the words on my lips which were completely out of context. In the middle of my praying, I blurted out: “They are taking piece by piece the baby out of her mother’s womb! I stopped immediately as I was shocked at what I said. Again my thoughts went back to abortion and I cried as it dawned on me that yesterday after another horrible vision, the Lord strongly impressed to me to write another message on abortion, to emphasize His pain and disgust over this unrestrained killing of children and to show what mothers lose when they abort their children from their wombs. All personal prayers ended as the Lord gripped my heart again with this issue that I decided to write immediately what He wanted me to write. So here I am again. Please read on.
After publishing the second abortion article just the other day, I thought I’d be relieved from it and the Lord would stir me back to Israel or to anything and anywhere else. I was expectant for new revelation of another issue as yesterday I felt a deep hunger for the Lord that I prayed before taking an afternoon nap. I asked Him if I love Him enough, or trust Him enough and believe Him enough. I asked Him to draw me deeper into Him and fill my every fiber of His presence because I felt parched. I prayed that He would show me what was in His heart at the moment. While in that spirit of prayer, I fell half asleep but very quickly was awakened because I saw again another horrible abortion scene. I saw two small limbs on forceps dropped in a bucket below; and the thought was that the abortionists covered the bucket where all the small parts were, to keep the mother from seeing the torn pieces of her baby and realize the shocking truth of what she just underwent. All drowsiness left me and my eyes were wide open as I cried over what I just witnessed. The Lord’s presence was so strong that I felt like He was in my room and telling me, “That is what’s happening right now in America. Thousands of little ones are being killed today in those clinics.”
I cried and asked, “Why, Lord, are they doing it? When will they stop killing their children and when will you stop them from doing it? Why do I keep seeing these things and what do you want me to do?” I reasoned that I am not an American and I do not live there. Certainly I cannot go around in their streets and tell people to stop aborting their children.
The Lord gently and sadly responded to my many questions and arguments- that He just wants me to see what He sees and wants to share His grief with me. Oh, the thought makes me cry even as I am writing this.
Then without warning He said further that I was blessed that I am not an American living in America or my daughter would have faced the risk of being aborted as my pregnancy was a difficult one. It hit me that I cried when I imagined fighting for the life of my daughter from those lying abortionist-doctors who were so eager to tell a mother that the best option is to abort her baby as her very own life is at risk. My baby was born 4 weeks short of her full term. Despite my inability to move and speak as I was drugged, the physician’s word didn’t escape me when she said that my daughter’s breathing was irregular and she’s showing signs of distress that they had to do a CS and deliver her quickly. I prayed because I didn’t want to lose her. My baby was born. She was placed in an incubator only for a night. Despite her very tiny frame and being premature, she was well and strong. Her body was like a big frog but her face was so lovely that when the Lord spoke of abortion with my daughter in mind, I was horrified all the more. I could not imagine abortion being so personal to me.
The Lord gently pointed to me that the reason He reminded me of my daughter was not to terrify me but so that I can speak with conviction from a mother’s point. I understood. The pain was so acute as the Lord placed me in such a position; to be in the shoes of those mothers who would lose their children in abortion. My eyes were welling up with tears as if indeed I was losing my own children as I saw in my mind the babies being ruthlessly pulled out from the life support of their mothers’ wombs, painfully struggling as their tiny frames are slowly severed to pieces. I imagined the loss of a treasure that many women don’t realize or refuse to acknowledge when they submit to killing their children from their womb. So, to all mothers and would be mothers, hear the message of the Lord:
It is such a loss for you to abort your children because they are actually your greatest treasures. Whatever challenges child-bearing and raising has cannot compare to the joy of holding one tiny precious angel in your hand, feeding him/her from your breast; watching him/her grow; listening to him/her mumble his/her first word. The love that children give to us mothers is pure and perfect if we just treasure them and love them with all our heart. Children love their mothers unconditionally like no other. Again, they are our most valuable treasures on earth. The psalmist aptly says:
“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord. The fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one’s youth (Psalm 127:3-4, NIV).”
I nicknamed my daughter Angel because when I saw her she looked to me like an angel. She fought for her life when she was in my womb and survived. At 10 months I almost lost her to dengue but the Lord was with her. She survived again and now she’s 7 years old, very sweet and very talented; above all, she knows that the Lord Yeshua loves her and she loves Him too. Young as she is, the Lord also gives her prophetic dreams.
Mothers and would-be mothers, please consider what your children can be if you let them live and grow. Consider what you lose when you have them aborted. You lose not only your treasures, but you also lose your worth as a woman. Worst, you lose your soul to the devil if you give in to his lie. If you had given in and aborted your baby, there is still hope if you repent and surrender your life to the Lord Yeshua HaMashiach (Jesus Christ). Know that every child is a treasure and a gift from the Lord. We were all once babies of our mothers. The Father knows each one of us even before we were formed. David put the words well in Psalm 139. Verses 13-16 are quoted from the Complete Jewish Bible:
For you fashioned my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I thank you because I am awesomely made,
wonderfully; your works are wonders–
I know this very well.
My bones were not hidden from you
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes could see me as an embryo,
but in your book all my days were already written;
my days had been shaped
before any of them existed.
Love in Yeshua,
- Leaving the “Industry of Death” (erasetheneed.wordpress.com)