In my crying out to the LORD this am, I saw a big, big ball rolling towards me – like in Indiana Jones. And, it was coming down train tracks. I ran but soon came to a cliff’s edge. The train tracks were done, kinda like they stopped about ten feet over the edge and were broken…there was no place left to run.
The ball was going to push me over the edge because if I stayed, I would certainly be squished. You could not see over the edge to the bottom so there was no way of knowing what was below. It was uncertain but certainly not death like being rolled over by a big ball.