Missy's Womb

Missy’s Womb


With a friend to my left, I arrived at my next-door neighbor’s driveway. The house we came to, my family and I had lived in it a good 14 years prior to date. But as my companion and I arrived at the house, Missy Belaw sat there beside the road and the driveway in the grass. She was holding CDs or DVDs in her hands on her stomach. As we approached her, while standing in the road, we began talking, questioning why she was sitting there. She began to explain that she had miscarried due to some reason of her womb inflaming. She wasn’t distraught; her emotions were absent or simply apathetic. Then something inside my spirit began urging me to pray for her. Feeling a good amount of doubt and acting with hesitancy, I crouched down and placed my left hand on her stomach above where she was holding the CDs or DVDs. As a placed my left hand on her she dropped a few of the discs on the ground, in front of her, between her legs. My right hand proceeded to place itself on the discs that fell to the ground. I began praying for her, finished and awoke…

 

            I don’t understand the meaning behind this dream, whether it be an illustration for something spiritual, or a prophecy for the future, or something else. Either way I pray this dream will one day be revealed, that it will prove it’s worth… if it has any. Thank you God!

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