One day before I was pregnant with my 7th baby, I was sitting with Janna in our living room.  Suddenly Janna, in an awed voice said, "Cherie, there are spirits here!"  She saw much of this vision right along with me.

My son Marshall came and stood before me and in the room were the children I had seen but had not yet given birth to.  Then Marshall stepped aside and there was standing in front of me a child I had never seen.

He said, "I beg entry into your family."  I agreed instantly as we are always willing to have more children.

As if I had never spoken, he again said, "I beg entry into your family."  I agreed again, beginning to wonder why the repetition.

Again, a third time he spoke, "I beg entry into your family."  This time I spoke in detail that we would be happy to have him, that we want as many children as the Lord would be willing to send us.

Let me add that this was not vision, it was discerning through the veil that had thinned.  But, after that last agreement on my part, this vision instantly opened before me.

I saw Jesus Christ standing by this beautiful tree full of white and wonderful fruit.  He cupped in his hand one fruit that was still hanging from the tree and said, "This is my best fruit from my best tree.  The sad part is that many do not choose the best fruit."

Then he took me to this field that was full of white cradles.  Inside the cradles were babies,  many, many, many babies.  Some, but not all, of the babies held a piece of paper clutched in their hands.

He said, "These are the Cast-off Ones."  Meaning those who had been purposely aborted.  "My presence is all that keeps their grief from overwhelming them."  Then he looked right at me and I can say I have never been so grateful for anything as I was at that moment, that I had never been involved with abortion.  He said, "Their blood cries to me from the earth."

Then as I looked at the babies and the paper some held in their hands, He said to me, "That paper represents The Willingness of Mothers."  It was said as a title.  It meant the willingness of any woman to have the children.  Even the ones who could not have children because of mortal illnesses, age or because the Spirit whispered, "No more." But the willingness in their hearts to have them if only they could.  Then he said, "It is the Willingness of Mothers to someday have them, that gives them hope."

Suddenly again, the vision closed and I saw in front of me the boy.  He said this time, "I am a Cast-off One and I beg entry into your family."

I said, "Yes."  Instantly there appeared in his hand that white paper.

Then he looked at me and said, "My name is Joshua and I bring with me now, an extension of your life."

I asked him if I could change his name to Jonathan which I had thought would be a good name for an extra son.   He said, "No, my name is Joshua."  My Joshua, who later will be revealed as my grandson wanted to be a part of my eternal family.  I grieve for his loss and rejoice that my family was the balm he sought.

It didn't end with that.  When I became pregnant with my 7th child, I would frequently see my Ryan.  Often standing with him was a young woman.  She told me that because Joshua was coming to my family, she was also going to come to my family.  She had been caring for Joshua and she wanted to continue caring for him.

She is my sweet Cheyanne who was born after Ryan.  I had seen her in vision long before I had seen Joshua.  The Lord always knew that I would welcome each little life.  Years later when I am blessed and told that Joshua is a grandson I shall have one day I wonder if he will be one of Cheyanne's sons or a precious nephew.  Time and the Lord will tell.