THE LITTLE PORCELAIN BOXES

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I was asleep this night, when I had this dream. The Lord often speaks to me in dreams.

In this dream, I was ushered into a place just below heaven. My daughter was with me, and my younger son. My mother started up with me, but when I got there, I didn't see her anymore.

I was taken into this room by a beautiful lady who was very friendly and very soft spoken. She told me I could look around and enjoy everything in the room. It seemed to me that I was in a gift shop, and everywhere I looked, I saw beautiful porcelain boxes with exquisit gold clasps and hinges. These boxes were white, with the most beautiful little flowers and little birds and butterflys on them.

They were so beautiful that I was in awe of them. In all my days I had never seen such beauty.

This woman noticed that I was looking at these boxes and told me I could have them. I told her I didn't have any money and I was sure I could never afford anything so precious. She told me they were there just for me. She then gave me a basket, and told me to fill my basket as full as I would like. I couldn't believe that they were mine.

You know, they were all originals there were no two alike. I took as many as I could possibly get into my basket. When I had my fill, the woman told me I could come back for more anytime I wanted.

When I turned around to leave, I noticed that my mother was not in the room. I asked the woman what had happened to her.

The woman told me she started up, but turned back at the last minute. This left me puzzled.

At this time, I woke up and I knew this was not just another dream, but it was something I needed to ask the Lord about. So I got up and went into the livingroom and got my pad and pen, and got down on my knees and asked the Lord to show me what this dream was all about.

The Lord told me that this place was a gift shop of blessings. He told me that the boxes were each filled with the needs of the souls of those he cared very much for. He told me that each and every one was made by Him, and each was completely unique. There never would be any two alike. They were very precious in his sight.

I asked Him what He wanted me to do with them, and why were they meant just for me?

He told me that only I could reach these. I was to take these boxes to these people and some would receive them; some would not. Some would be easy to deliver, some would not be easy at all. I would need to be willing to suffer for some of them.

I told Him that I would take the boxes to the ones He told me to. Then I asked him about why my mother never made it up there, and why my son and his wife never made it up there either. The Lord told me that my mother wanted to come, and was on her way, but at the last minute, she was afraid to leave what she had been told in the traditional religion she was raised with. My son and his wife, never left earth because they were still too much in love with the things in this world that they just couldn't let go.

The Lord told me that was the beginning of the delivery of the boxes.

I told Him that He would have to direct my paths, because I would have no chance without His help.

He told me not to worry, He already had the paths started.

"Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen."
Matthew 28:19, 20

The next morning I got up and said to the Lord, "ok, now if you want me to speak to my son, you are going to have to make the way, because you know he won't listen to me on anything like that.

The Lord told me just to wait on Him. Then, within minutes of that conver- sation with the Lord, I got this phone call from, guess who?

My son said, in a weakand voice,

"mom, do you have anything to do, today?"

It was Saturday morning. I said I didn't,

and then he asked, "do you think you could come over and take care of me? I hurt my back at work, and the doctor said I have to lay on the floor with my legs lifted up on a stool, or table."

"Now, Lord, you did it, didn't you?" He reminded me that He wouldn't do that to one of His. He just took what the devil meant for evil and made a really good out of it.

Naturally, I made it over there as fast as I could with yellow tablet in hand. When I got in there, I told him:

"son, you know that I love you kids with all that is within me, but I have to tell you something, and you may not like it, but the Lord told me I had to tell you."

He got real serious; it was like he knew what I was going to say. I told him of my dream the night before, and explained what the Lord told me about he and my daughter in law. I told him also that the Lord told me to tell him that the tornado was only a small cloud, but a much bigger, and more dangerous black cloud would come and he and my daughter in law would not be able to stand in that day if they didn't come to the Lord and really get to know Him.

My son, the ninteen year old who knew everything, didn't make a sound the whole time I was relating what I had seen. When I was finished, he started to cry, and was shaking, and told me that the Lord had told him the same thing, while the tornado was over his head.

He said that he promised the Lord that he would rededicate his life to Jesus. We then prayed.

You may wonder why I am telling this story, and all I can say is, if you are reading this; maybe one of those boxes is for you.

"For we cannot but speak the things which we have seen and heard."

May God Bless you and I pray that you will step forward and take your beautiful box.
Remember, it is one of a kind, and of the most pure and precious porcelian there could possibly be; the porcelain is the bones; and the deep color of the flowers are the blood of our precious Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ.

Your friend, Judith Brown


So, now you see, these eggs, are my illustration of the beautiful porcelain boxes that the Lord allowed me to bring with me.

You are helping me distribute these boxes each time you send one of my pages to a loved one. For that, I thank you.





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