My name is Leah, and I want to share my dream with you, for maybe someone out there will read this and know that they are not alone. that dream they had doesn't mean that they're crazy. After I had that dream I thought I was crazy because to me it wasn't normal. But what is normal today?

My testimony is something that I can remember as if it had happened yesterday. God has saved me even before I knew who he was. He protected me and loved me. I led a rough destructive life, unsure of everything and everyone. I turned to Islam in 1992, a year after my mother died. She passed from cancer, when she died there were so many things left unsaid & undone. So many times I wished her dead because I always felt that she hated me. Don't know why but that's what I felt. She favoured my brother and sister, even today they say that I’m paranoid & crazy but I know better.

My dad was there I was close to him but he did as much as he could. So after her death I was left with so many unsaid things and a burden filled heart, not being able to say good-bye hurt really bad. I turned to drugs and alcohol to ease the pain, didn't work! so I tried to find God in the process I turned to Islam. I walked into it blind and heart-broken not knowing anything about Islam.

In 1996 I just got home from work and felt really tired but that day I felt something strange really strange! I went to sleep regardless, this is a dream I had okay! so don't be alarmed this was my calling from God. I was sitting on the couch with my daughter and someone knocked at the door I opened it without hesitation but the knock seemed familiar. When I opened it there stood a man who looked like a homeless person he says "WACH OUT, HERE IT COMES!" so I shut the door I thought he was nuts but I turned to opened the door again because something just didn't feel right. I looked out onto my doorstep but no sign of the man. I lived on the 3rd floor so I would have spotted him, but no man. Something in the air caught my eye as I went to go back inside. There were these giant flying angels in the sky, I freaked out! It started to get really windy so I tried to shut the door and I couldn't so finally I did. all the sudden it got pitch black I couldn't see my own hand in front of my face. I grabbed my daughter we ran into the hallway closet and we stayed there for what seemed like hours so finally I came out after all the noise stopped. no windows were broke nothing in my apartment was out of place! I thought that was quite strange so I looked outside---man the destruction!! everything was totally destroyed!!! except for my apartment. I could see for miles and miles not a single building or anything stood except for my apartment. I ran back inside to pack a few things, we ran to find life anyone someone! we came across this old lady who looked like a man because she was so old. she had a one blue eye and one white eye, I saw everyone I had ever known in my lifetime there. I got rteally bad feeling, she was killing people who would not bow down to her so I FLED! Being a Muslim at the time I ran to my place of safety which would be the mosque. I swear as much noise as I made running in there no one looked up. It looked like everyone was in a dead trance. I was really really scared right about now I didn't know what else to do. I turned around to leave and these four men dressed in black with long black spears was standing there, one comes up to me and says "YOU'RE A SINNER LIKE THE REST!".

I woke up scared as hell. my bed was wet from sweating I had to no idea what had happened to me. So the next morning I called someone who would know or maybe even understand. I asked a priest, he asked me if I was drinking or on drugs. I cried for days because I could not understand so I tried to commit suicide and God spared me. a friend of mine called me at that precise moment. I didn't tell him what was going on but days later I asked my then boyfriend what was the deal because I couldn't keep it in any longer. After telling him he looked at me and smiled. (I got angry cause I thought he was being cynical.) He says " have you ever read the book of revelations?" I looked at him puzzled. He said God just called you. He wants you to come to him. I felt an immediate calmness. So finally on March 8.1998 I gave my poor wretched hopeless life to Christ! AMEN! It wasn't until I gave him control of my life that I finally understood what it meant to be loved. All my life I looked for love and never found it until Jesus told me that he first loved me and what I meant to him.

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