Background: During World Race Training Camp I had a dream that I was in my tent, and all of my stuff was gone. My big pack was totally empty. I wasn’t even fully awake before I knew God was telling me that I was making other things (clothing, electronics, shoes, etc) idols and they had to go. I also knew that God wanted me to give my stuff away, in order for me to Trust Him more and to give Him more chances to show me that He is indeed my Provider and that He will meet all of my needs. Little did I know that God was going to give me the opportunity to give my stuff away so quickly.
On Saturday, October 19th, at the Atlanta International Airport, all of my squad mates had either left to stay at another squad mate’s place, or had already gotten on a plane. I said, “See you later!” to my squad mate, Amanda F., then, about an hour later, headed to the Interfaith Chapel. When I got in, I put my big bag against a wall, and sat in a corner with my day pack and its contents next to me. I started praying, and eventually dozed off into a light sleep.
Something woke me up, and I noticed that men were entering the chapel. I closed my eyes again, and overheard that these men were praying in Arabic (at least my educated guess was that it was Arabic.) I suddenly felt really sick, and images of goblins (what I believe to be demons) came into my mind’s eye. I was really scared, and my whole body was shaking, but in my head I just kept saying, “Jesus, Jesus.” As I was praying to Jesus, a new picture entered my mind. Suddenly I saw the backs of three girls from my squad, Erica, Jorden P. and Alexis. Their arms were linked and I quickly understood that they were protecting me, even though I only saw their backs. I also saw that there was a rounded shield surrounding the area I was in. The men eventually left, and before I knew it, I dozed off again.
Suddenly, I woke up to the sound of stomping. I opened my eyes to see a woman stomping all over the interfaith chapel. She eventually made her way into the back row of chairs and sat there, whispering to herself. Terrified, again, my whole body shook. Suddenly I heard her mutter, “Jesus,” and I knew that I needed to help her. I opened my eyes and saw that was moving towards my big pack that I placed against the wall. She was about to reach into my bag when I suddenly got up. She suddenly backed away with a smile on her face. She said, “Sorry.”
“It’s ok.” I replied softly. I quickly asked her for her name. She smiled and said, “Mary,” then her whole demeanor changed as she got really serious, and then, in a teary whisper said, “At least I think it’s Mary.” She sat back in her chair and I suddenly sat next to her. She placed her head on my lap, and I held her as she cried. I kept praying for protection and for the evil in the room to flee, not only for Mary, but for myself. As I was holding her, I noticed that she was gripping a rosary. In between choked sobs, she kept saying, “I don’t know my own name.” After a few minutes, she turned her face up from my lap, looked at me and said, “I think I’m pregnant.” With a complete lack of knowledge of what to do or say, I let out sigh. Then, before my brain could have even formed the words, they came out: “Can I lay my hands on your stomach?”
She nodded, quickly lifted her shirt up, and exposed her belly and chest. I laid my hands on her stomach, asking Jesus for good health and protection. After I finished praying, we waited for a minute, then we both stood up. Mary looked at me and said, “ I wasn’t expecting you, I was expecting someone else.” I asked, “Who were you expecting?” She replied, “Drake. I was expecting Drake.” I asked, “Who is Drake?” Her face became sullen, she pointed to her finger and said, “Drake’s….my…..husband.” She cried a few more tears before I asked her if she wanted to get some food. She said “Yes.”
Note: Parts II and III will be up shortly.
