Encounters and Writings

Precious Gems: No One is Lost

“Did you know there are no orphans in heaven,” the angel asked me. “Not one child is missing or has been abandoned here.”

The angel took me to a school/nursery. I can remember the smell of freshly baked cookies. Wow, what a place of life. We were inside a huge mansion filled with the glory of God. The inside of this building was like its own little world. I saw parks, a fountain pool, a kitchen, and rooms of creativity; I was amazed at the architectural design of this place. The angel with me smiled, “Did you know that no child is lost or forgotten?”

The angel with me appeared feminine, beautiful, and graceful. She had long wavy, blond hair with shimmering gold, which was pulled back by a simple white scarf. She was wearing purple scrub plants and a rose-colored top with white sleeves that draped low to the ground. She appeared barefoot with a ring on her third toe. She was captivating and peaceful. I could tell she was influential in wisdom but spoke with a soothing voice that brings rest to your soul.

Do you work here?” I asked.

She smiled, “Yes, I do, and many other angels too, but we are also joined here by His beloved children.” She continued to guide me through this mansion to a large nursery. These babies were full of God’s presence with His everlasting joy. I saw angels and people attending to each one. The angel with me said, “These are the babies who died on earth. Some children died from abortion, and some died during childbirth. Your Father cares so much about each one that he brings them here to grow in love. These babies wait for their parents to come with such excitement.”

One of the angels gave me a sweet baby to hold, who took my breath away. This precious child was sleeping peacefully, but not in bitterness or anger; he was resting; waiting. The angel said, “They are not angry, Micah. This specific child here was aborted and still loves his mother and Father. He remembers her voice every day. I began to cry because he still wanted to be with his mother and Father. I could feel it! This baby boy opened his eyes and smiled. Oh, my heart felt his love–sweet innocent, and does not keep any record of wrong.

“Does he pray for them?” “I asked.

“Yes, he does. He prays for his mother and his father. Each child remembers their parents.” The angel took the baby from me and returned him to his care before I wouldn’t let it go. She smiled, “I want to show you another child.

The angel held my hand and took me to a classroom. It felt like we teleported because I do not remember walking there. We stood at the back of this extensive classroom shaped like an emerald dome accompanied by swirling lights all around us. I saw very tall trees and dinosaurs grazing in the area. The angel laughed at me because I loved dinosaurs growing up. Now, each child gets to play with them. These dinosaurs were gorgeous; nothing like you see in the movies! They had vibrant colors to them, and they could speak to you.

“I want a Dinosaur,” I shouted, “Can I please have one?” I started to make my way to my childhood favorite, the Brachiosaurus. I always wanted to ride on the back of one while he ate from a big tree! “I want it!”

The angel pulled me back, “No, no! Stay here, please.” She realized how excited I was and spoke gently, “I am sure your Father has one waiting for you here. You will have your own, but for now, stay with me. OK?” She noticed the voice of one teaching the class, “Oh look, it’s Paul.”

Paul, dressed in bright yellow and blue robes, taught the children from the New Testament. Paul used rays of light from his hands to create images to enhance his stories. Every child laughed and cheered as he taught. I laughed watching Paul’s expressive behavior with his stories. You could see how much he enjoyed teaching the children. His hazel eyes sparked with joy, and his fingers extended as he waved his arms in the air as he taught. It was like he was playing with magic, but it was the power of God.

The angel said, “They learn the same things you learn, dear one. The same Jesus who lives in you lives in each child.”

The angel pointed to another child, “You see that boy?”

“Yes,” I responded. This boy was African American and looked about five years old. He was the closest to Paul. This boy was dressed in a white robe and carried a soft light in his eyes. He assisted paul in his teachings by waving sparkling red ribbons in the air as a sign to the students that it was time to shout!

The angel said, “AIDS killed him on the earth. His family misses him greatly, but he is alive here and growing. No child is lost; he remembers his family and will wait for them! He will stay with another family member until the rest arrive. He is not lonely or sad, Micah. While looking down from the portal, he prays for his family on their birthdays. He will sing with them during Christmas and rejoice with gratitude on Thanksgiving. Micah, it is true when they say, ‘I feel my grandmother or child with me because they are. They are not far away! On special days they watch and laugh with you. It is all about being aware. Sometimes, you will smell them and when you do, thank the Father for that moment you get to share with them. Every child that is lost is with you.” She paused a moment, then said, “Tell those who mourn: your son—your daughter is mighty in the Lord, and they are alive in his glory. They are waiting for you. Do not be troubled; they are not angry but overflow with joy! There is no pain, no sorrow.”

I asked the angel, “Do they grow up here or stay young?”

The angel taught me, “Each one is different depending on the desire of the Mother and Father. Some will remain infants, and when the family arrives, they will grow naturally. If the mother or father does not ask for the child to stay an infant, they will grow over time here in heaven. Some children’s parents will not make it to heaven, but families will raise them. No child is without a family in heaven. Your heavenly Father loves adoption, and it is his heart that every child would experience love on earth. Abortion is a tragedy and is worship to the fallen king Molech.”

To my surprise, Jesus stepped into the classroom singing! The kids ran to him shouting, “JESUS!” He held and kissed each one. Paul, the angel, and I watched as Jesus chased the kids under and around the giant dinosaurs. Jesus caused such wonderful chaos that children started chasing each other and Jesus. I remember Jesus picked up a little girl to carry on his shoulders as he ran around screaming and laughing.

Paul sat down and shrugged his shoulders. He completely lost control of the classroom. He ate his lunch and watched.

I wanted to play too! Jesus must have heard my thoughts because he paused to look at me with a smile as if to say, “No, not yet, Micah, you have to go back.” He winked at me and then continued to play with the children.

The angel stepped in front of me to get my attention, “It is time to go.” She touched my head, and I returned to my body.