"We then went through the adoption process, which I remember as a time of great
humility. Once we started processing the adoption papers, whenever I found a quiet
moment in the day, including just before I got out of bed in the morning, I offered a
prayer to this little spirit out there: 'Whoever you are, wherever you are, I don't
know what you have to go through to get here and be with us, but we love you very much and
can't wait to be with you.'
"With all of those anticipations streaming through me, we came to New York. I had
four sold out nights at Madison Square Garden and we were staying at the
Sherry-Netherland. It was May 12, 1974, and that night I dreamed that three people
in white robes came and gave me a little boy. We hadn't specified either sex in our
communication with the adoption agency, all we wanted was that the baby be healthy enough
to live with us in the mountains. We were active people, we liked to be outside, and we
wanted that for our baby as well. But in my dream, when the baby was put into my
arms, I noticed that it was a boy—a dark-faced boy with round eyes and a bit of an
overbite—and as I was holding him, he looked up, grabbed my thumb, and smiled.
"In the morning, I recounted the dream to Annie. Eleven days later, Zak was
born. We didn't see him then, but we were notified about his birth, and when he was
about two months old we went up to Minnesota to the adoption agency to pick him up.
I remember hearing 'Annie's Song' come on the radio as we were driving there. It had
become the number one song in the country that week, which struck me as an interesting
coincidence. For some reason, I automatically translated that piece of information
into a projected entry in Zak's baby book: On this hot day in August, the number one song
in the country is a song Dad wrote for Mom. Anyway, we arrived at the agency.
Zak was being flown up from the South. There were papers to be signed.
There was also a little formal procedure to go through, designed to help adoptive parents
deal with the anxiety of meeting their child.
"They had walked us through the place when we there before. You first went
down a long hall-way, and then upstairs at the end of another hall there was a little room
decorated as a nursery, with a crib and a couch. This was where you were supposed to
get your first glimpse of your baby. We had just been told that the young woman who
was bringing Zak had been delayed and we were trying to keep from feeling disappointed,
when the door at the far end of the hall opened and the woman appeared after all, with our
child. Without a word, she came running down the hall and handed the baby to me. He
had round eyes and this little bit of an overbite, and when I held him he smiled and
grabbed my thumb. Zak was the child in my dream—exactly the same child! I
recognized his face and I think he recognized mine. At least he looked at me in the
most knowing way. Right there, dream and reality came together for me."
Quoted From Take Me Home: An Autobiography
by John Denver & Arthur Tobier, Harmony
Books: New York, p.116
Sarah and Brent Hinze are continuing to research spiritual communication between parents and unborn children. Those wishing to share PBE stories or obtain more information about the Hinzes'
work, may reach them by the following methods:
email: sarahhinze.hinze@gmail.com
USPS mail: P.O. Box 31086, Mesa AZ, 85275-1086
phone: 480/898-3009