Homecoming

While in the pray room I asked God to move on the hearts of those he had prepared. That we could not bring anyone to him, that his spirit would draw them. And prayed he bring those he prepared home. I had the flash of a partial global map. This map had two distinct land masses separate by a ocean. On the water were wooden boats, open top style. Like life boats you would see on the old passenger liners. There were thirty or forty people in each boat, and a number of the boats. I could see families huddled together with father’s arms stretched out around them, holding them just as close as he can. I also saw people that were by themselves some just kind of there while others were straining to get the first glimpse of their destination. Standing at the bow of each boat was an angel. They were in white with wings fully exposed. In their hands were poles which they used to move the boats from one shore to the other. As a boat would beach on shore Fathers would jump from the boat so they could help their familys out of the boat. I saw the young helping the old, and old helping the young. A young boy sticking with his sister about his age, helping her leave the boat. watching over her.

As I saw this I thought to myself "Their coming.... Their coming.