Several years ago,God gave me a very revealing dream about a ministry. On one block was three houses. One belonged to Minister Billy which was white with peeling paint. The house on the left of it was dark grey. On the left of the grey house stood a brick house with a brick porch. The other two house were built directly on the curb but the third house had a little lawn in front. I was hauling a house on a tractor trailor which was a tan weather sided house. It was a new house. I knew that this house was a home to share with Minister Billy but he was not home.

Suddenly,a storm started brewing. I put my house on the lawn of the house with the brick porch and steps because there was room. I got out and ran into the grey house because those people where home. I kept trying to warn them but they didn't see the storm coming or didn't want to see. All these people were just black figures. Anyway,I ran into their house for shelter. I remember going up stair where there was an elderly woman sitting in an arm chair. I sat on the couch telling her about the storm.
The tornado touched down when I was sitting on the couch. All the air got sucked out of the house. I remember holding my breath so that I could get threw the storm. Suddenly everything was quiet. It seemed like nothing was wrong. When I went outside I noticed. That the grey house had been picked up and sat back behind the house behind it. That house was a lighter grey house but still grey.

I walked around the back of the brick house and found out the neighbors were home. I remember thanking them for taking care of my house. As I came around to the left side of my house,I saw that the brick was broken out of the side walls. Inside, I saw blankets and sheets folded. Everything was wet but undamaged. As I came around to the front of my house everything was ok. Then I looked over to see that Minister B's house was completely destroyed and there was a huge lot beside empty because of the dark grey house that was moved. After that,I looked into my house on the right side and saw racks of male clothing. One had a Hinton Bobcat jersey(Home town team)and I had a sports bra and underwear to suit with. I look at my friend going through the rubble and said He doesn't need my help he has everything he needs......


Can you interpret this dream? I am too close to it.

I have written several post on here about my Uncle Kenny. I am sad to say that his mental illness is putting his physical illness in danger. He refuses to take any medicines for his blood pressure or stoke. He says that he doesn't have a blood pressure problem and doesn't need medicines. He is also back to hallucinating about our cousin Robin who he thinks is killing each family member one by one. On top of all that he is drinking heavily. My mother has washed her hands of the whole situation. She says that she can't even get him to go back for a follow up check up. Please pray for this man. God seriously needs to get a hold on him.


Angela