Child, write these words which I am about to dictate to you. (Yes, my Lord; my Loving
Lord and my God. Amen!!) Child, hear Me clearly now. No distractions. (Yes, Lord!!)
Dear nations, filled with children: Mine. Dear nation, filled with life: My Soul.
Hear Me. For I am God Almighty, come to speak to His people. With the forcefulness of the
greatest winds. With the roaring of the lion. With the gentleness of the lamb. With the
whisper barely heard in the secrecy of your soul. Hear Me, children: I Am God. God is
speaking to His people.
My loving lambs, hear Me, for I stand here before you. And I see how very broken you
are. If not in your own heart, then in your heart for your fellow man. There is not one
heart not touched by man’s disrespect for life, of the injustice of humanity toward
humanity.
O My lambs! My Heart breaks and bleeds for you. For children, you would take the life I
would make, into your very hands. And there, in one act of murder, you would destroy life.
The blood which flows from this atrocious sin fills the pathway of a river and it
overlaps its boundaries, it laps up and over onto the life of every man, woman and child I
have created. You cannot escape the value of the innocent blood. For children, I would
make good use of the sacrifice this innocent life is, for the torment and suffering of all
who survive. Think of it, children: new life in a womb. Yes, I speak plainly of the sin of
abortion. Under any attack. For most surely is it an attack to the child who is borne,
whose life is snuffed. Whose breath is denied.
O My children: weep for your own. Do be tortured by the sight of innocent blood spilled
for the greed of man. For the convenience of man. Child, write these words:
The Son of Man comes to judge His people. He has risen and is glorified. I surpass all
earthly bounds. My Hands and My Feet are Precious Wounds which have been healed by the
Rising of My Body. And in Glory there is no need for even My Feet to touch the pavement of
your world. Yet, as I approach you now, My Feet are turned blood red by the blood flowing
from this needless sacrifice of your young to the spirit of convenience. For rest assured,
children, there is such a spirit active even in your own midst. Look to the reality of the
moment: you with eyes which see and ears which hear. How can you stand by and say or do
nothing. With the stroke of a pen, the death has already been accomplished. Children, O
children, it greatly pains Me to speak to you thusly. Yet it is all true. Right now, the
sin of abortion is staining the Garment of your Risen Lord with its river of sacrificial
blood. You cast out your children like so much garbage. This is an atrocity beyond belief.
Cling, now, to your ways which I have taught you. But be not afraid, for I am
Forgiveness. And daughter, do squirm in disgust for this action committed against life. It
is the motion of the child as death is inflicted. And there is pain to the child. And a
scream is uttered from the mouth of My child that echoes in My Ear. I would hear laughter
and love, but I hear scream. And now I do declare: Repent of your ways, O Jerusalem. For
the nation which you are, will fall from the weight of this sin which you bear. Repent now
and change your ways. Now I tell you this: the screams of the child being murdered in the
womb are nothing compared to the sounds of the nation who cries from the destruction of
its very self. The wailing and gnashing of the teeth in the unrepentant nation is to be
equaled only by the sounds of torment from the souls which are lost to eternity in the
fires of Gehenna.
And who will speak loudly for the lives of our children: yours and Mine, if it is not I
Who Am God Who has created them? And I bless every voice who joins Me in Love. And I bless
every hand which helps Me in Love. Offer to Me the sacrifice of your time. Bind it to the
innocent blood shed at the hands of confusion, for most assuredly this attack is the plan
of the enemy. Combine your sacrifice with the sacrifice of this innocent blood and bind
yourself to it in an act of prayer and union in My Love. Turn even this sorrow into an Act
of Grace by your union in Me. And turn the tides of sorrow and pain into a river rising in
the Love of Almighty God. And the sweetness of the odor which will rise, will be the
saving Grace of the lands.
And so, I ask you yet again, O nations: Come follow Me. Rise from the womb with new
life. As even from the tomb. For, life is the issue, afterall. Death has been conquered.
And the flow of the blood will be halted. The coagulant is Love. I am Love. Come follow
Me. Be of Love, Be in Me. Now and forever. Old or young. Breathing or to breathe. Come,
follow. Come, and be in Me. As I am in thee. Many words, child. Now let them become
action. Amen. +
(1 John 4:20)
With Love, in the Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah