I see myself sliding on a broken-down cardboard box – down the side of one of the Rocky Mountains. It’s a beautiful day. This is fun. We slide from the top of the 14k’er down below. I only see me, but I know that we are “we”.
We slide down the south side. the north side is under a shadow. I see Laura and the kids struggling to climb up the shadowy side. As for me, I am zooming down the mountain – supernaturally. I go down the huge drops and when at the bottom, the LORD picks me up and puts me back upon the top where I zoom down again.
I have my iPod on and am jamming out to my worship. Angels are going down with me. They surround me and even form ramps to jump over big boulders that I otherwise might crash into.
There is a light, steady snowfall over Boulder. I see Nate shoveling the snow mixed in with bodies. he dumps them into this little church we built that has the red cross on the side. there is a huge glow all around and over the church.
Traffic is bumper to bumper trying to get to the church. So many are wounded. So many are sick. So many are afflicted.
I see new churches popping up around town, then more quickly around the state, then the country and finally the globe.
That same glow from NY is now over the whole world. The earth’s atmosphere illuminates as the Spirit of God covers the earth.
Jesus is coming.