On the road again. It’s been a long time since I’d been on the road – traveling to sing. My brothers, Dennis and Henry, were my drivers on several occasions back in the day.

Today, Dennis was driving and Henry was in the front passenger seat. I was sitting behind the driver with a girl child, and another adult was sitting behind Henry. The highway was clear and free of obstacles; no constructions or barriers; alive and vibrant. I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t know the assignment. I didn’t know what to expect when I got there.

Whilst it was day, suddenly it was night. We had reached our destination to discover eerie darkness. Not nighttime darkness, but soul darkness that had swept over the community. We were instructed to turn around and go back the same way we came. As we complied, our vision beheld everything that once was bright and alive was now dark and dead. Windows were busted out of buildings, people were hanging out of the windows of their candle lit homes; cars were abandoned; murmurs filled the air, and the streets were paved with muddy waters.

Someone told us that there was a man around the corner who could help us get back home. By this time, Henry was driving and I told Dennis to hand me my tennis shoes. I needed to change my shoes for the journey. We drove up to a building that mimicked a drive-thru restaurant. It was well lit on the inside. I’m talking about 40W LED bright light. ALL this darkness and this building was the only one with light.

Henry told us to stay in the car while he goes inside. The girl child climbed out of the window and into the drive-thru window. She’d played peek-a-boo twice and then I didn’t see her again.  Soon, Henry came out and got back in the driver’s seat and, suddenly, the girl child climbed back into the car window.  He started passing out $200 bills from the bulk of money that was given to him during his visit.

As we were driving off, Henry told us that we had to leave the car on the side of the road because the mission we were on could not be completed with a vehicle. Before we got out of the car, I asked the girl child where did she go. She showed me a cell phone with a black chip attached to it and she said it was the only way to track the other car. I didn’t even know we were trailing anyone.  Nonetheless, the chip was a non-rechargeable battery – meaning it was so powerful that it kept the phone charged at all times. It’s power never died.

We all got out of the car and started walking in the muddy water. Everyone went to the left and I could hear the water swooshing around.  There was a lot of slushy water to the left. So, I kept slowly and meticulously walking to the right. My brothers kept telling me to “follow them.” I said that I was coming, but I was trying to walk in the light that was present from the drive-thru.  I wanted to walk a trail where there was little to no muddy waters.  Selah!

With my $200 bill stashed in my bra, on the right side near my heart, I begin to drift; tip-toeing to the left. Then, there was a finger in the middle of my back. The pressure of it was gentle yet strong enough to push me. That finger was guiding me; pushing me straight ahead.  The pressure was so real that it woke me up. When I woke up, I could still feel the finger pressure in the middle of my back.

So, then, both of my brothers are deceased, and have been for a long time. I’m fully persuaded that had I followed them, I would have died in my sleep.

To my understanding the number 200, from a biblical perspective, means insufficiency.  This may, of the sorts, explained the insufficiency of oxygen while I slept.  This very thing, insufficiency of oxygen, lead to a debilitating migraine that left me moaning, groaning, and talking incoherently this morning.  However, the finger of the Holy Ghost pushed me to live.  Thus, I’m obligated to release this $200 bill – insufficiency in my life – and live because the LORD said live!