Babies do go to heaven. I can't offer any scriptural basis for my belief; only a personal experience. I have felt Jesus pressing upon my heart to share my experience for some time now. I selfishly hoarded the experience not wanting to share it with a large number of people. In all honesty, I didn't want the world to know because I thought it might diminish the importance of the event. However, Jesus reminded me that he wouldn't have blessed me with an experience like this if he didn't want me to share it with others. I dedicate this to all the women out there who have lost a child due to abortions or miscarriages. I hope this will comfort your heart and soothe your spirit like it did mine.

Although I had experienced two miscarriages, I never really gave it much thought what happens to those babies' spirits. I experienced my first miscarriage at the age of sixteen. For years I would look at children and think like a lot of mothers do: What would my child look like? What would my child be doing right now? If my child had lived, he/she would be about that age... With the passage of time and the birth of two healthy daughters (with a miscarriage in between), my memory had dulled and I had all but forgotten the child I might have had.

One night, on the way home from a family gathering, my husband, two daughters, and I were almost involved in a head-on collision. By all "natural" means, the car should have clipped our front bumper on the left side before moving back into his lane. The Lord opened my eyes to the spiritual realm for a split second, a small moment in time. I saw an angel there, in between the two cars where they should have made impact. There was an odd feeling of recognition. I had seen the angel before; he had stood guard over my husband and I as we prayed one night. But it was more than just a feeling of "I've seen you before"; it was a feeling of "knowing" intimately. So I started to pray.

"Lord, who is this angel? You've sent him to us before, but I know him. Who is he, Lord? He's awfully young—I didn't know angels were so young."

"He's the child you would have had thirteen years ago," Jesus answered without hesitation.

Needless to say, I dissolved into a heaving, sobbing, mass of tears. My poor husband was flabbergasted. He had no idea about what I had seen. He didn't even know that I had a miscarriage before I met him. That was a shocking and unexpected revelation for everyone involved.

I'm not trying to prove something or make a new doctrine. I'm not saying all babies become guardian angels. However, I do believe from my experience that babies that never get a chance at life do go to heaven. No life is ever lost in vain—the Lord has a plan for them too. I know the pain and anger and confusion that comes with losing a child. I can't tell you why these things happen—as it says in the word, "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the Lord (Isaiah 55:8)—only God knows why. All I can tell you is what I learned from my experience. I learned that babies return from where they came when they aren't given the chance to live; they return to the Savior's loving embrace. Although we may never hold them in our arms, we will forever hold them in our hearts.

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