Somewhere he had heard that if you look at your dreams at least twelve times a day that your odds of accomplishing them would go up. He also took opportunity to read through some Scripture cards that he had on a small ring. Again, these red lights were simply opportunities to refresh him, and remind him of where he was going. While inside, John was still a little nervous about whatever Jesus had been warning him about. A smile spread unexpectedly on his face.
“Today I will get to see miracles! Today I will see God act and move in awesome and unexpected ways…” Now where did that come from?” Sheepishly John looked around at the cars also stopped at the light to make sure that no one else heard him and think him too strange. John breathed in deeply when he parked the car at the Shelter and braced himself for whatever lay ahead.
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Sarah examined herself in the shower. “Where did these marks come from? They look like spider bites or something. Weird.” It was early, too early to be up and about. But Sarah was now working for Mike. The evening was most profitable but it was also filled with dangers. She had her kids to think about. Liberally, she applied make up. The kids could stay with their dad. He should be here soon.
Sarah picked out the perfect dress for working and went in search of her kids. As she walked through the mounds of people still sleeping she felt a slight panic at not knowing where the kids were. Her anxiety was about to peak into an angry outburst when a sleepy woman grabbed her.
“They were eating my cereal and they woke me up. They are in the basement, the little brats.” Sarah glared at the woman. After calling her a few names she punched her in the face. That seemed to wake her right up and in moments the whole house was alive with chants and excitement. Nothing gets the house going like a good girl fight. Sarah gave the woman a few kicks for good measure and then went to retrieve her precious children from the basement.
