I was with a couple of friends, chatting, giggling and mostly screaming; we were happy. We were happy that the world was coming to an end and that we were going to our Father soon. It felt like the day was so close and we all knew it. We were walking around HGIC (for those of you who know the place); a friend and I were walking around the circle. Then from afar, I saw bony structures, looking red hot, glowing with fire and flying into the air. They had a dark grey dust flying up with them. And one of us pointed out "Look, the grave dust!" The glowing structures continued to rise.
We knew it was time. We knew it was the moment and we were just standing there, waiting to be caught up with them. We knew the rapture was happening. Then I turned my head and my friend was gone. I knew what had happened. I was scared! I started running and screaming.
I woke up and immediately broke into tears. I was crying so hard and just saying “Lord I want to go to heaven!” I still wasn’t sure whether it was real or not. I thought I had been left behind. I was scared! Iran out to look for the group of people I pray with. Still half in tears. I was scared, I saw the first person. Wasn’t convinced. I still thought we had both been left. This morning, it wasn’t I had seen all of them to pray with them that I calmed down. But I was shaken. I couldn’t stop crying at the thought that that’s what some people will feel when they are left behind. That’s what’s going to go thought the left behind believer’s mind and heart. It’s scary! You don’t want to be left behind people. You don’t want to see someone vanish with you standing there.
There are the believers who will immediately know what has happened. And there’s the people who will in confusion seek an answer to all the confusion. People, it’s time to save the world. We’re going to heaven, and were bringing everyone along…
Untill next time, I leave you grace to walk… in Royal Stepz…
