With all that’s happening in Israel these days, it is noteworthy to share my dream of two days ago, May 12, 2018 at around 8:20 in the morning.
I was in a house in Israel and from where I was seated at the table, I could see through the window the exchange of fire between the IDF and their enemies from across the border. The blasts were so loud and smoke and fire almost enveloped the entire horizon. Sirens sounded everywhere. It was chaos. I saw at least three private vehicles emerged one at a time from the direction of the conflict. Each was filled with bullet holes. One driver slumped just as he was able to stop the car. A man walked down the street, pushing the stroller of his baby who was hit by a bullet and was bleeding. The fighting meanwhile got louder and closer. Three wounded people ran to the house and one of them, a woman, said one lady friend whom she hugged died in her arms. I soon realized that the battle was already right where I was. A few meters away, soldiers were positioned side by side facing one direction and each holding a bomb of sorts.
I believe this is a call to pray!