March 3, 2020 Sara speaks with former mayor Danny Jones of Charleston, West Virginia click play button to hear interview
My name is Sara Weaver. I am a survivor of The 1992 Federal Siege at Ruby Ridge® and the oldest daughter of Randy Weaver. For many years I struggled with grief and depression, burdened by the deaths of my mom and little brother. I am sharing my story, because I have been forgiven by the saving power of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I now have the freedom to forgive those that took the lives of my mom and my little brother when I was just sixteen. My heart is to share with you, how that is possible. My prayer, is that you would be blessed by my story and find God's incredible healing and love, in your own life.
"Yet those who wait for the Lord will gain new strength; They will mount up with wings like eagles...." Isaiah 40:31 NAS "For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten son. That whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life. John 3:16 "For God did not send His Son, Jesus, into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved." John 3:17
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Follow along as I take you on my journey from Ruby Ridge, to Freedom
Excerpt Chapter 1
"This is my story...watered with tears, defined by pain, reborn with the hope that it can help others. But it wasn't always that way...
My earliest memories of childhood are wrapped in the comfort of an ideal American family, rooted in rich black soil of the mid-west. My grandparents owned and operated a small farm in Iowa, cultivating corn and soybeans and raising cattle and hogs. We would travel the two-plus hours from our home in Cedar Falls to "Grandpa's farm" in Fort Dodge. This was where my mother Vicki grew up; a world of tall corn, green fields, red barns, juicy tomatoes and smelly obnoxious hogs. It was where I and my little brother Sam would promptly climb the cherry tree with our many cousins and stuff ourselves silly on sour pie cherries. From there we would head to the barn and, despite Grandpa's warnings get scratched by the wild kitties we just knew we could tame.....My memories are fond of that farm--intricate and colorful, in blocks, like one of my mother's hand sewn quilts."
Excerpt Chapter 8
"I blinked and waited. I was sure there would be shots fired that would kill the rest of us. We started down the steps from the back porch, and still I waited. Unbelievably, I heard nothing. We began to walk away from the cabin. The cabin had been my home since I was just a child. All of my happy memories were forever obscured by a huge black cloud of sorrow and pain that would doggedly follow me forever."
Excerpt Chapter 14 "It has been indescribable to live my life in the light and grace of God's love and peace. I now understand that He has a perfect plan for my life and He is the reason I am free. He is the only reason I am still here, the reason I did not die at Ruby Ridge. He has a plan and all I have to to do is choose to trust Him, one day at a time. I want to make clear that I have not "arrived." I am still a work in progress and I praise Him for His patience with me. I still have hard days, but the difference now is that I know I am not alone in them. I know He is taking care of me. I know those hard days are growing me and molding me into who He wants me to be. More often than not, the hard things I experience and choose to give to Him and learn from, are for the benefit of helping someone else who is struggling. That is the greatest gift of all--to know that the pain and struggles we experience can be for a greater purpose and, in essence, know that what we have been through was not in vain, not for nothing. This takes care of the echoing questions of "why?" in our lives. There may not always be a perfect explanation, and for many things, we may only completely understand when we reach heaven and all is ultimately revealed." ----Sara Weaver, Ruby Ridge to Freedom 2016
"Approximately 20 minutes after our arrest, Vicki was released and I was taken to the county jail in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. I was released the following day after signing my property over as a promissory bond to assure my appearance in court on February 19,1991. The magistrate told me that I would lose my property if I lost my case in court. This lead us to believe that we would most likely lose our property; I'd be sitting in prison and Vicki and the kids would be homeless. ( The magistrate later admitted, during the trial in Boise, Idaho, that he had given us erroneous information about the property bond.) Within in a week or so, my probation officer sent me a letter stating that the court date was to be March 20, 1991, when in fact it had been changed to February 20, 1991. When I didn't show up for court on the February 20th date, it was broadcast over the radio that I was like a 'wild animal' up in the mountains, but that the U.S. Marshals would 'bring me in.' When I sent a copy of the document stating the March 20, 1991 court date to the media, they confronted the U.S. Marshals' office in Boise. The Marshals' office lied and denied that it had happened. It was at that point that we decided to stay on the mountain. We hoped that there was someone who cared enough to seek out the truth and help us get through this whole mess. I guess you could say we were looking for a miracle." -Randy Weaver, The Federal Siege at Ruby Ridge
Excerpt Chapter 5
"I met Frank K. in 1984. Frank was a bit on the goofy side, always talking about ways to get even with the government. In retrospect, I wondered many times if he wasn't a snitch. It was Frank who talked me into attending my first Aryan Nation World Congress near Hayden Lake, Idaho in '86. He suggest we go down and ' see what it's all about.' At the time I was not aware of the magnitude of the governments efforts to infiltrate right wing organizations. I already knew that I didn't agree with the Supremacist philosophy held by the Aryan Nation members, but I was curious and I am always interested in learning more about religious beliefs. Frank and I drove down to hear what they had to say. There was quite an assortment of people there from all over the U.S., a few from Europe and some from Canada. I talked to a number of people there who also did not agree with the Aryan Nation racial views. They, like me, enjoyed sharing common beliefs and learning about different view points. I only listened to a couple of the scheduled speakers in their church before I realized I didn't want to hear any more tirades against non-whites. I was much more comfortable outside at the picnic tables mingling with the crowds. I can understand hating someone because they hurt you or your family, but to hate someone just because they are of another race, is sheer ignorance."
-Randy Weaver, The Federal Siege at Ruby Ridge 1996
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