Dream given to Pam Padgett 2/27/2020
There had been an explosion. Somehow it was known that the person responsible for this explosion had setup another explosion for a specific day. We even knew the approximate time.
I
started to leave the building where I was working on the sixth floor
before the second explosion was to take place, but just a few steps down
the stairs I remembered my purse and that all my identification was in
it. I ran to where my purse was and got it.
Then I proceeded to leave, going down the stairs very quickly. I counted each floor as I passed by it descending down the stairs.
Some people were standing along the stairs, talking.
I could tell by their talk that they knew the explosion was supposed to
be coming, but they seemed to feel no sense of urgency. I didn’t
stop to try to persuade them to get out right away. Instead, I went
around them and continued getting to the first floor so I could leave
the building.
I got out of the building and continued quickly on my way to leave the area.
At one point I was aware the explosion had happened. There was a wall of glass doors in the outside area where I was. I went through one of the doors to the other side, getting as far away from the destruction as I could. I kept walking as quickly as possible.
At
one point I saw a woman walking around with a dazed look. She was
carrying a recording device. I heard her say she was interviewing people
who had been hurt or raped during this event.
I kept walking as quickly as possible toward the parking lot so I could leave.
When I awoke from this dream, I heard, “Save yourself from this untoward generation”
Acts 2:40 And with many other words did he testify and exhort, saying, Save yourselves from this untoward generation.
Untoward: inappropriate, offensive, perverse, willful, crooked
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Pam says:
During
the last several years of their lives, my parents lived near my niece,
Michelle, and her husband, Jared, and their family in a small town in
far southern Oklahoma.
One
day Michelle called to tell me that my mom was very sick and had been
taken to a hospital in Oklahoma City. My mom's kidneys had stopped
functioning and she was in intensive care.
Immediately I started thinking of going to Oklahoma City, which is about 600 miles from where I live.
But then I stopped and turned to God and asked HIM: "What do YOU want me to do?"
The Holy Spirit brought the following concept to me: To go there would be like stepping into a hill of fire ants ... and that my mom had all the help she needed.
Both of my sisters and most of their grown children live in Oklahoma and would
surely be at the hospital. I have found that much of what they do and say is
very much like the poison of fire ants, and I knew this was a warning to me of the danger of going there.
I did not go to Oklahoma City to be with my mom, but I kept in touch by telephone with my dad and Michelle.
Mom
recovered enough to be released from the hospital a week or two later.
I spoke with her on the telephone after she returned home.
She
told me of the people who had come to the hospital to see her,
including my sisters and their children. I was so glad to have been
spared by God from being there with them.
Mom also told me what wonderful care she had received at the hospital and that all that she had needed had been provided.
All of this was exactly as the Holy Spirit had told me.
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A
couple years later each of my sisters called to tell me that my dad was
extremely ill and not expected to live more than a couple days. They
were each on their way to be with him and told me that I needed to go there and talk with my dad as well.
I turned to God, asking if this is what HE wanted me to do.
The Holy Spirit brought the following to me: "You have shared everything needed with your dad. There is no need to go there."
I
told each of my sisters I would not be going, and that Dad and I have
talked on the telephone many times and there was nothing more we needed
to say. They were upset with me and told me how wrong I was to not go
to be with my dad.
But
my dad did not die at that time. I spoke with my mom a couple weeks
later. She told me my dad was fully recovered and was out mowing the
lawn!
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When my dad died in 2018, he had not been ill. He simply died in his sleep.
After learning that he had died, I asked God if HE would somehow let me know whether my dad was born again before he died.
A few days later I was given a dream. In the dream my dad was my "brother", and he told me that I had always been there for him.
I
believe this dream showed that my dad was born again, my brother in
Christ, and that I had done what was needed where he was concerned.
I was so grateful to God for showing me this.
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In 2019 my mom began to
sound so different when I spoke with her on the telephone. Whereas in
the past she talked a lot about what other people were doing, she now
spoke of how much she was enjoying reading the Bible.
On 11/25/2020 I was given a dream ... In this dream my mom was standing at a small
table on which were several things. She looked in good condition,
standing upright and having on a nice dress. She was calmly moving some
things on the table around as if putting them in order. I asked if she
knew that the EMT’s (emergency medical technicians) were here to put up cameras. She said she had seen
them, but didn’t know what they were doing. She just kept focused on
what she was doing, putting in order the things that were in front of
her, not asking questions or getting excited.
I believed I was being shown that my mom was about to die, but she was in good condition and was getting her life in order.
A couple weeks later my niece, Michelle,
called to tell me that my mom had been put in hospice care by her
doctor. They would simply try to keep her comfortable at home for
whatever time she continued to live on this earth.
I prayed about whether I should go be with my mom, whether there was anything I could do, but was not led to do this.
I did send the 11/25/20 dream to Michelle and told her of
the changes I had seen in Mom over the past several months showing she
was born again, wanting to help Michelle with the things God had given
me to help me. As I was writing these things for Michelle, I was reminded of the following scripture:
2 Corinthians 1:3-4 Blessed
be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of
mercies, and the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our
tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any
trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.
A few days after sending this, my mom died.
I was so glad that God had shown me the change in Mom's life, that she was born again before she died. And also the dream HE had given me in late November was a help and comfort to me.
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