I was in a city and saw a group of soldiers on foot. I didn't know if they were looking for me but i was very afraid for whatever reason and hid myself in a vehicle. I remember trying to cover myself up entirely but could not with what was in the car. The soldiers were looking around outside the vehicle i was in and i stayed very still. I was then taken into another scene while still in the vehicle when a gentle hand touched my hand and the dream stopped.
I was still in that city but the soldiers were gone. No one was driving, and very rarely did i see anyone walk about in the streets. I began investigating and found an occasional person being a good Samaritan, or trying to be because the infirm and elderly had been left everywhere. I saw a woman i thought i knew left in her passenger seat because she couldn't walk. She said the car was all she had and it was obvious that she was waiting to die. She asked me to start her car so i did, and then she laid her head back down on her head rest of her seat in the car to wait more. I remember she had no food or water.
In the dream i knew of a church and when i arrived, this large building had become a place where elderly and sick were also left all over. I saw them on the floor and laid on tables and no one to care for them. I asked about someone i was looking for and was given secret directions and the key. And when i came in the door i saw one of the soldiers that had been looking for me before. For some reason i was very glad to see him now and yet he had no answers to make things better. He had apparently wanted to help us but he was also now one of us. I recall that no one else but those first soldiers had guns, which were automatic rifles.
I had reached my limit and had deep fear as we all were sitting in the floor together that could sit in that room. I prayed with all my heart that God would change me permanently and protect me as i knelt face down on the floor. I then realized that i had been protected all through this time, which I'm sure God brought to mind in answer to my prayer.
After I woke up that morning I was very affected by my dream still because of its power and magnitude. Walking through my home as I began my day felt unreal after what I had seen and experienced. I was overwhelmed with the importance of growing a garden, and all else paled in comparison to achieving a good garden.
We are not discussing the prophecy of Isaiah 3 as we should, much like the discussion of Ezekiel 9 was not discussed as it should have been before the Shepherds Rod message was given to Victor Houteff by Christ. Spirit of Prophecy tells us that if we grow our own food we will be as kings and queens, but how many of us have succeeded in this? How many more of us have even tried yet?
What must God do to save us?