Mid-September I was driving to Edmond for school. On the way there, I went by the place Leslie had had her car accident. I became upset and started screaming while driving. I cried out loud and could not stop. I was angry at God and wanted my questions answered. I made it safely to school, thank you God, but I was still upset. I prayed later that night for God to bring me comfort. Over the next couple of days, I could feel my anger slowly leaving me, which was great because I believe it is necessary to do so or else you will miss out on what God is saying.
Two nights after my agonizing drive to school I had calmed down enough to finally get a good night’s sleep. That night I had the most awesome dream of my life. I dreamt I was at a family gathering here in Paden. While we were conversing with one another I heard someone say, “It’s the rapture.” My father who was standing to my right was glowing. I noticed that we all had this same brilliant light surrounding us. I felt weightless and comforted, like when you take a deep relaxing breath after a long day. I felt like I was floating and the earth dissolved around us. We were in Heaven. Leslie and other people who have already passed on were there waiting to greet us. Leslie was no longer wearing her normal white dress that I have been seeing her in. Instead she was wearing her normal clothing. I think it’s because our bodies will rise once Christ comes. Everyone was happy and relieved to see one another. I could see Leslie’s smiling face as she hugged people, glad to once again be united with them. I was surrounded by blissfully happy people, but I could not enjoy it. I had noticed there were many people I knew who were not there. I do not remember their specific names, maybe God just wanted to emphasize that not everyone will enter Heaven. There was only one person’s name who I could recall not being there.
I did not run to Leslie or my other relatives that I also love dearly. I knew they were safe and I was on a mission. I kept searching for this special person who was not there. I started weeping, the most intense sadness that I have ever felt. I panicked. I started asking the people around me where was Jesus. They gave me an odd look and continued to speak with one another. I finally started crying out his name, “Jesus! Where are you Jesus?” As soon as I cried out for him he answered me. He said, “Here I am. I have been here with you all along.” I could not see a body. I just felt his warm comforting voice washing over me. I told him my loved one was not in Heaven with us; they must still be on earth. I asked if I could go back and tell them what I had seen. I wanted to try and help them still make it to Heaven. He told me I could go back but that I needed to understand this: if I were to go back, I would be stuck on earth for many years during a great war. He told me I would suffer greatly, but not to worry because he would have a place for me in Heaven. I gladly agreed to this and cried in gratitude.
Then I woke up.
