When God Wakes You Up to Pray, PRAY!
The video at the bottom has nothing to do with the story, except it's where it takes place.
I had only just crawled into my sleeping bag when I heard a noise. There was something outside my tent that didn’t sound right. Something shuffling and ominous.
By now, I am very used to the woodland creature noises and not much bothers me. Maybe if something sounds like a bear or human, I might get a little concerned. Otherwise, if I leave them alone they leave me alone.
This time was different. I sat up and quickly looked for the light of the night sights, and grabbed the gun attached to them. Those are the only lights in the tent and they sure looked reassuring at 12:30 last night.
My heart was pounding, even though the noise wasn’t bear or human…and it didn’t last long. The problem was I never heard it move on or move away. It was different. It felt like evil was in my presence.
The feeling subsided even though I never heard whatever it was leave. The rain and thunder and lightning lulled me to sleep, as the storm that had just rolled in burst.
I fell asleep and by morning had forgotten about the noise or ominous feeling. I got dressed and ready to go to the nearest coffee shop about 20 minutes away.
As my cell came back into range, the phone alerted me to several texts. At 12:30 last night, Heidi wrote:
“Are you OK? Praying”
At 9:55 this morning, Heidi texted:
“Hey…are you ok?”
I responded as soon as I saw them,
“Yes, why?”
Heidi:
“I was dreaming and praying, apparently. I felt like I was being pulled into my mattress from below. I woke up suddenly and texted you.”
Heidi had been dreaming that we were trying to figure out how to word something that had to do with prayer for me. We were praying together about what was being written and we kept rewriting it then finally put it in ChatGPT to see if it could make it better.
Heidi said everything in the dream was in shades of gray…like it was a black and white world.
Heidi couldn’t remember what the writing was ,but felt it was very sensitive. In the dream we put the writing in ChatGPT, then she felt claws grab her around her hips and pull her down into her mattress.
That’s when she woke up. She said she felt like she was being attacked by something evil and being pulled down.
Heidi texted me and began praying for me as soon as she woke up.
It was the same time I heard the ominous noise and grabbed my gun.
What was it? What was its plan? Did Heidi dream of what was intended for me? I don’t know.
I do know I am incredibly grateful to all of you out there who pray for me. I know your prayers keep me safe. I know I have angels all around me. Thank you for your prayers and your covering. I do need them!