There was a time in my life when I was going through a really tough time. I was far away from home, I had not had any sleep for three days. I lay there in bed and was staring at the blank wall. I began to see images. I saw an image of Christ and the I saw tires moving on the highway, (like when you pass an eight wheeler)I saw trees blooming pretty whith flowers, and some large historic buildings. All the while the image of Christ was fading in and out on the wall. A little while later my mother called and we talked and I decided to go home. The next day I left and headed back to Georgia from Texas ( long trip ). Everything I had seen in those images on the wall, I passed everyone of them on the way home.
blessed
