Wednesday, August 1, 2018
Last week, after waking up early, which is my norm, I suddenly felt a heavy drowsiness come over me, and I went to go lay back down in my bed. In times past, when this occurred, it’s always been because there was something the Lord wanted to show me in a dream.
This time was no different.
I instantly found myself in a high-rise apartment building made of brick. The apartment was laid out like a loft; an unpolished open floor plan, with high ceilings and large picture windows. Outside, I saw many low-rise and high-rise brick buildings, along with houses, lined for several blocks against a shoreline. I did not know which city I was in, but I did understand that it was a coastal city, perhaps somewhere on the east coast or even the Midwest (Chicago), based on the infrastructure of the buildings.
I noticed that my mother was with me, but in another room. She was cooking something on an old, cast iron stove.
Suddenly, I heard an explosion that came from outside. I ran over to the window to pinpoint the location. My eyes scaled the city, and then off into the distance of the large body of water (I am calling it this because I’m not sure if it was the Atlantic, the Gulf, or Lake Michigan). Far off, I saw the aftermath of the explosion with a large plume of black smoke rising from the water. It was as if something exploded inside of the water. Suddenly, a large tidal wave began to form. I noticed a cruise ship not too far from the plume of smoke. The wave begin to pick up the ship, and it was headed straight towards the shoreline!
I yelled out to my mother in the next room. “Mom! A tsunami is headed towards us!”
My mother ran towards another window to see for herself. At first I thought perhaps the wave would be minor, but as it drew closer, the tidal wave grew larger!
I grabbed my mother’s hand as we saw the first row of houses near the shore disappear under the water. The building that we were in was still several blocks away.
“We have to pray, NOW!” I exclaimed.
I began to cry out loud, “Father, in the name of Jesus, have mercy upon your people…”
I watched as the wall of water maneuvered through the buildings headed right towards us. I scanned around the apartment looking for something to hold onto. I kept thinking, “we have to brace for impact.”
The wall of water slammed into our building, but it did not collapse. I saw cars and debris floating by. The water continued to rise, nearing our window point.
My mother continued to pray in the spirit, while I cried out loud.
“Lord, I know you have to judge this nation, but I’m still asking you for mercy.”
My voice cracked from the thought of all the lives that were lost. For I knew, many had perished.
Then, I opened my eyes.
As with all things, take this to prayer for confirmation.
Mena Lee Grebin
Faithful Walk Healing Ministries
Mena Lee Grebin at 3:37 PM