May you have peace!
You ask:
if it was revealed to [me] as Truth, would [I] cut [my] babies arms off or drown them in a bathtub?
Sigh! As a mother of two whom I dearly love, I will answer your question first, in the manner, you intend it and say, of course not.
I will answer it, secondly, however, with TRUTH... and say that such could never happen. My Lord would never make such a request (to cut off the limbs of or drown a child), for there is no purpose to it, no benefit. God is love, dear sf, and cutting off babies arms or drowning them is NOT from love. And those who do such heinous acts and then say God "told" them to do so are either murderous liars... or have turned themselves over to the Adversary to do his works.
I have never even raised my voice at my children, ages 28 and 24. I have never had to. My Lord taught me love, peace and mildness when dealing with them, which the case down to this day. And they both speak to me in the same way (well, the girl gets a little "froggy" from time to time, but she knows better than to "leap" - LOL!)
Don't let the darkness of this world play such games with you, dear sf.
Now, to answer what some others might ask, along the same vein:
If God asked me to sacrifice one or both of my children on His behalf, would I do it? Yes, I would attempt it. Indeed, I once did so, although perhaps not in the way you might think. I will tell you how:
When I was in the "organization," my son took very ill. To the point where the night after his CT scan results came back, his doctor visited me in the room, personally... at 11pm... to tell me to start preparing funeral arrangements. Seriously. The diagnosis? An abdomen full of cancer. I quote, "full of cancer." Apparently, he had a mass 8 inches by 4 inches by an inch thick. Needless to say, "they" wanted to do surgery to remove as much of it right away… and, of course, they wanted to administer blood while doing so ("Cancer is very bloody surgery, Mrs. Johnson!).
Now, personally, I had no problem with my son having blood: I did not want him to die and my Lord had already revealed to me that since no man has greater love than to give his life on behalf of his friends… and the life is in the blood… who can say they love a friend and yet withhold their own blood from that person? So, I knew then that the WTBS was in error on that one (as they had been with vaccinations, transplants, etc. Indeed, because of ths, I have checked the "organ donor" box for my driver's license. How can I say I "love" my neighbor, but won't give him a kidney? I "love" my enemy, but won't leave him my cornea's which I can't use anymore?)
HOWEVER, I also knew that by allowing my son to have blood, I could seriously STUMBLE those who were watching (oh, yes, folks were at the hospital 'round the clock; for support, yet, AND to make sure he wasn't given blood… that we didn't ALLOW them to give it to him). What to do? Stumble several congregations of people? Or let my son die?
Truly, the decision wasn't that hard: I would give my son. Why? Because I would give my life… and he was my life. I could give him up so that those other people would not be stumbled. So, I took the matter to my Father and said, "I entrust his flesh… and his spirit… to You." I told my son, and rather than freak out, he agreed with me. He said that even if I had said yes to blood, he wouldn't have been able to take it, because he wouldn't have been able to look the "friends" in the face afterward. He was 10 years old.
So, what happened? I got a call from my "someone" in my insurance company who said that "someone" had called them… and that a court order was being sought to take my son into custody so that the hospital could operate and administer blood. I was told not to worry, that everything would be "fine." Did I worry? Of course, I worried! I didn't know who... or what... or when!
Some hours later (about 5 hours later, with my son wasting away every minute), I heard a ruckus outside the hospital room: when I looked out the door, a doctor was coming down the hall with a court order in his hand. When I looked the other way, however, I saw two air nurses wheeling a gurney toward me and calling out my son's name. When they reached me (at the same time as the doctor!), they said they had been sent by the insurance company, who had located a doctor over 600 miles away who would do the surgery without blood. I had NO knowledge that any of this was going on. I was ready to let my baby go.
The doctor did not want to discharge him to these nurses, however, and was quite angry and adamant about enforcing the court order; praise JAH, another doctor reasoned with him, and in a matter of minutes my son and I were in an ambulance on the way to the airport where a little tiny airplane was waiting to fly us away.
When we arrived at the second hospital, my son was too weak for surgery, so they let him rest; the next day, however, his fever shot to 106.1and he went into convulsions and cardiac arrest. Tthe ICU nurses were sending out "code blues," and such all over the place! It was truly weird. Truly. Seeing ICU nurses get scared and lose it...
To make a long story short, they rushed my son into surgery... BUT... he did not have blood… and did not have cancer. And no one was "stumbled." He did not die, and he is just now starting to get colds again, having not been sick since he was 10 years old. As I said, he is 24.
So, sf, if God asked me, would I sacrifice my child? Yes, I would. Without hesitation. Perhaps even for you, dear one, depending on the circumstances. People "sacrifice" their children all the time by sending them to war, even if they don't believe in the particular cause. Why would I not do so if I believed in the cause? I would do so, because I don't fear losing my child forever, but only temporarily. Why? Because I know that this life is not all there is, that we are NOT only carnal, flesh… but SPIRIT. And why the flesh will die, must die… the spirit does not.
I hope that answered your question, dear sf (and Auld, here is a little bit more personal and private information).
Oh, and yes, I know Aaron. He is my brother in Christ.
I bid you the greatest of peace!
Your servant and a slave of Christ,
SJ