The Three Boxes

The Vision


I had never had a vision before; however, I did have a heavy encounter when my only son was shot, and I pleaded with God to save his life. God did. I wrote my testimony in my book 21 with a Bullet, which I published in 2015. So, thankful for the modern-day miracle, I abandoned my secular life, no longer interested in all the posturing and perfect impressions that life had to offer. I was seeking a real relationship with the Highest God. My life changed. I would pray and study daily, never forgetting the miracle. I refused to be numbered among those who never came back to say, “Thank You,” for the healing He had done.

I must say I know the difference between a dream and a vision. A dream is an unconscious state in which we experience events not in our present reality, but some people do daydream. A vision is something we experience in an awakened state.

Even before the popular movie War Room, I had a special place to pray and fellowship with the Father. It was two years after that fateful night that my life had been turned upside down. My life was not the pressed-down, shaken-together, and running-over type but just the messy type. After the shooting, I sold my house and was limited on space, so I used a room divider to section off the prayer space from the rest of the room.

One morning, I was praying in the spirit when I saw an image of a perfect square box presented before me. It was vividly detailed as if it were real. God would show me three different boxes in this vision.

The first box was wrapped like a present. It was bright red and covered with shining foil paper. It had a thick, garish gold bow on top. It looked like a loud Christmas present. Startled by its appearance, I gazed at the wonder. A gentle but firm voice said, “Open it.” After removing the lid, I peered inside the brilliant red box. All kinds of things were inside it—things one would desire in this life, such as a house, a car, fine clothes, jewelry, and the abundance of things. I could best describe it as looking through a snow globe with a panoramic view.

Just as I was in awe of such a wondrous site, another box appeared. It was white. It was a plain cube with no bow or shining exterior, but oddly, it was attractive too. The gentle voice spoke again. “Look inside.” Caught in some alternative dimension, I removed the white-lidded top and curiously peeped inside. It was empty. I kept looking for something to be there but saw nothing. As I moved closer to examine the inside, an illustrious bright light came beaming from the bottom of the empty box. Then a sweet-sounding voice called within the light, “Peace, love, joy, kindness, faith, hope.” The room was filled with the familiar presence of God, His Holy Spirit.

Just as I was celebrating in His presence, a third box appeared.

This box was different from the other two, which was most intriguing because I did not understand it. The perfectly shaped box was wrapped in an exquisite golden fabric. It had no bow on top but was covered in twenty-four-carat woven gold with a craftsmanship that was royal in appearance. The instruction “Look inside” jolted me out of my daze. I looked inside to see a treasury of precious gems of different colors, cut and polished to perfection, causing a dance of lights, one upon the other. I was bedazzled.

Then I saw what appeared to be a large, white oval-shaped pearl intricately woven in gold. One of those priceless Fabergé eggs came to mind as I stared inside the royal jewelry box.

Stunned from the extraordinary vision, I finally said out loud, “What does this all mean?”

The Holy Spirit spoke clearly. “Seek the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.” Then it was over.

I sat there stunned, knowing it was unusual. I did not understand it.

It would take six years of revelation upon revelation to discover the true meaning of the three boxes.

They were kingdoms.