I worked for the newspaper and I came home, and the children weren’t yet home from school yet. I was taking a nap. I was volunteering at a community center for youth at that time. I was newly saved. I did not know you had visions or dreams from God.
I saw a brilliant sun. I was crying hysterically, but no sound came out. It was crying in my spirit. It seemed the sun was Jesus. I called out to him, “Won’t you help them?” I was thinking of the teenagers in the youth center and the sins they were facing.
He was saying to me, “Won’t YOU help them?”
Dream of Margie Wilson, early 1960’s
