I Knew My Children Before Birth

My interest in "Life Before Life" is very personal. Before each of our nine children was born, I sensed that he or she was preparing to come to earth. I prayed for the safe arrival of each of these special spirits. On several occasions I had come to know that these souls wanted to join our family. As my spirituality and respect for motherhood grew, I received the gift of increasing visits from my preborn through the veil. I could feel that each child had a unique personality and that it was their time to come to earth with a personal mission only they could fill. I believe this is true for all of us.

As I share portions of my personal story, I do not want you to think these very private and special events were a common occurrence for me. Remember, these cherished experiences are now condensed for the telling. They actually unfolded over a period of several years, and I had to endure dry periods by faith alone. I have prayerfully determined that it is time to share what I know--that our eternal spirit is the true self, the self that lives before, during and after earth life. With my fifth pregnancy I sorrowed greatly upon losing the baby to miscarriage. I had felt this gentle female presence with me before she was even conceived. During the three months her tiny earth body grew within me, her spirit self would occasionally enter my dreams and share with me her love. After the miscarriage I feared that I had lost her forever.

Then God comforted me.

Within two months I was shown in a dream that I had only lost this girl temporarily . . . that she would have a second chance for birth through me. I saw her mature spirit. I marveled at her radiance. Her shoulder-length brown hair was pulled back behind her head, and her large brown eyes were inquisitive. She was apprehensive about her sojourn on earth and reluctant to leave behind the loving environment and special friends of the premortal realm. However, in this dream she committed to come to earth . . . she called me "Mother."

Several months later in dream-vision I was shown a hospital room. I saw every detail--the narrowness of the room, the window, the bed, the television. I saw the door open and a nurse walk in with a little bundle. I rejoiced when she placed a beautiful baby girl in my arms.

As I awakened from the dream, I sensed a divine, loving, male presence standing in the doorway to my bedroom. In a distinct voice, he decreed of the female infant I had just seen in my dream, "Her name is Sarah. Her name is Sarah."

Not many days after this miraculous experience I conceived again. During the critical third month of pregnancy I threatened to miscarry a second time. As the pain and hemorrhaging increased, I was frightened. I fell to the floor in total humility. I prayed, desperately pleading to God with all the power of my being, "Please help me."

Eyes closed, a vision unfolded in my mind. I saw my spirit self departing our heavenly home. The celestial firmament was enveloped in brilliant light, an eternal burning of holy flames that did not consume. It was the place where God dwells. Separating from our Heavenly Father is heart wrenching. I felt an intense sadness as I moved down through space. I was leaving a place where I had been safe, loved unconditionally for eons of time. But I knew it was time to embark on my mission to mortality.

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Reawakening to my immediate surroundings, I found myself in prostrate humility, flat on the floor. I sensed a Being of power enter the room. I felt compelled to rise. I cannot explain how, but I knew it was Jesus Christ. I was totally immersed in his love. I begged Him to heal my body for the sake of the child within me. In answer, He conveyed these words to my mind: "I am the Great Physician. I will heal your body, and this baby will be born whole and well, for I have decreed it." The promise delivered, His presence gently withdrew. I rested upon the bed, enveloped in a peaceful, healing power. Soon, the pain and hemorrhaging stopped entirely. I was whole. And, above all, my baby was safe!

Months later, when the time for birthing arrived, my husband and I traveled to the hospital. It was a cold, dark night. As the car cut through the relentless rain, I closed my eyes to the soothing rhythm of the windshield wipers. In my mind I saw a beautiful girl with brown hair and brown eyes. She was saying good-bye to many people, all dressed in white in the heavenly realm. I was eager to receive my promised namesake, little Sarah, but I could sense that she was apprehensive about leaving the unconditional love of her celestial home. I feared that she might withdraw from earth life again. I prayed for the safe arrival of our sweet girl child.

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Shortly . . ., our precious daughter was born. Soon a nurse came in and said, "Every room on the maternity floor is full. We must move you down to an area we seldom use on the second floor." I was gurneyed through long corridors and down elevators to an isolated little room. As they propped me up in my bed, mental images from a year earlier flooded my mind. I had seen this exact room in dream-vision, along with the events that followed.

The door opened and a nurse walked in with a little bundle. She placed the gift in my arms. As I looked deeply into the eyes of my beautiful baby girl, it was as if I heard the proclaiming voice echo from the past, "Her name is Sarah. Her name is Sarah." At last I held my namesake--Sarah Rebekah--the sweet baby of my dream, whose earthly body had miscarried on the first try, now returned to earth as promised, our mortal child.

(Excerpt copyright © 1994, 1997 by Sarah Hinze, published in her book Coming from the Light: Spiritual Accounts of Life Before Life. All rights reserved.}