Sarah Hinze is looking for someone that would like to review her new book on their blog.  She would send you a copy of it "The Memory Catcher."  You can see the description in one of my last posts.  Let me know if you are interested.  It is a fabulous book and would highly recommend it.

I just finished reading Sarah Hinze's autobiography (which is out on Kindle through Amazon).  It is called "The Memory Catcher."  It was an awesome book.  For those of you not familiar with her, she has spent decades collecting experiences/stories of those who have had experiences with their children while they are in heaven (whether they have died, miscarried, or not even conceived yet).  She has also collected stories and had a couple of books about those spirits that have been aborted.  I have a real passion for the work she does, which is why I share this with you.  I have loved her books, but was extremely impressed and touched reading her autobiography that outlines the inspiring, miraculous events in her life that led her to devote her life to being the voice for the unborn child.  I love this woman and consider her a dear friend of mine.  We have chatted on the phone a couple of times and e-mailed and Wow is she an amazing woman!  I highly recommend "The Memory Catcher."  

In honor of Infant Loss Awareness Month I share this excerpt from Sarah Hinze book "Songs of the Morning Star."  This excerpt is written by Cherie Logan

"Several years ago, while visiting with a friend, we had a remarkable experience together.  We had been talking of things close to our hearts when suddenly my friend became quiet.  Then she said softly, “Cherie, there are angels present.”  I turned in the direction of her gaze and my heart jumped.  There stood my son, Marshall, who had died in infancy.  With him I also saw my children who had not yet been born.  I knew instantly I had seen these children before.  Then Marshall introduced me to a child I had not seen previously.  This child, Joshua, begged to be part of our family.  I agreed.

On the third request, begging entry into our family, he said something odd.  He stated that he was “A Cast Off One.”  I was not hallucinating.  My friend also saw the experience up to this point. 

As I puzzled over the meaning of “Cast Off One,” a path opened before me leading to a field filled with white cradles.  The Lord Jesus Christ stood in their midst.  In the cradles were babies, endless rows of babies.

The Lord turned to me and said, “These are the Cast Off Ones.  Their blood cries to me from the earth.”  Instantly I knew His meaning.  These multitudes were aborted babies!”