A Really Strange Night

 

So, there’s a strange night in store.  That night, o what a fright!  Well, let’s just say you’ll wish you had eaten light!

In the hospital, I sensed things, prophetic things. I did try to keep things silly, but my first night there was a bit troubling.

So… it was… past midnight, and I got this strange feeling. I started to feel… queasy.

Now mind you, the week before I’d already vomited up a lot of stuff… but I got up and went to the bathroom just in case.

I knew, though, it wasn’t just me that was sick. It was everybody! At least, every Christian!

I’m used to puking my guts out at the hospital, but the Lord told me this time I got a pass.

But the rest of the body of Christ, except for one other prophet, was going to be sick.

At the hospital, there was a board you could mark on to tell the nurses how you felt on a scale of one to ten. I laid down, and sensed that, people were uneasy in their stomach, not actually sick yet… but no one felt good.  Maybe they felt like a 4.

I could hear the volume go up and down, like people started feeling worse, and then felt a little better but still not right.

Then, I heard her voice!

Dr. Stella Immanuel!

I don’t know what she awoke from, but she did, and wow she knew immediately things were not right, and she had to get whatever defiled her out!

So, Dr. Stella led the way.

I heard her yelling, get out!  Get out of me now! For a few hours.

And then, somehow she knew, she was leading everyone in this expulsion.

People started getting sick. Coughing, vomiting.  Then, there would be a break, a pause, but then a little while later they’d be puking again.

I was pacing in my room. I was thirsty, I wasn’t drinking the water yet because they put drugs in it (and I had refused my meds, I really do think they dampen the senses), and it was a long time until breakfast.

Then I saw on the wall, in bright red, the button: Staff Assist!

I thought, of course, a prophet would need a staff to assist them!  So I pushed the button and told them my plight! I think I freaked out the girl, because she brought me three apple juices! I was so happy though, I was really thirsty. Those were precious gifts I slowly enjoyed, while walking around my room listening to Christians vomit out their guts.

It was weird knowing when the volume went up and down, when people were sick, and when they were calm a while, and when they were sick again…

All I can say is to be prepared for a long night, especially if you have kids… ewww. The sooner you vomit it out, the better you’ll feel.

The good news is, it snowed that morning, and I think it’s because God cleansed and purified his bride.