Episode 29: Motion Sickness

There is no more Internet access, at least for us, so I am now just writing a journal. It has been a little over two months since our friends were raptured. The last vial of the wrath of God which we call “the big one” hit at midnight. It was so violent and lasted so long that we all suffered from motion sickness. We were all sitting around talking when the horses started acting crazy. They were restless at first then as soon as it hit they all laid down and we followed their lead. There is a house near our campsite that collapsed in a cloud of dust. The trees swayed so violently that it snapped the tops off of all the taller ones. The initial quake lasted for thirty minutes. This was followed by huge aftershocks every few minutes each lasting for several seconds. There is no way any building or bridge could have withstood such violent shaking. We stayed lying down or crawling for the next six hours until the horses began to act normal again.
The Lord will be touching down on the Mount of Olives very soon. Right after the quakes were over we loaded up and headed out. Noah and I will split away from the group and keep heading south as the others head west and south west. We plan to settle down in North Texas if the Lord is willing for us to do so. I do not know what He has in store for us but I will trust in Him to do as He deems best.
It will take us about three weeks to get to where we are heading. We are thankful for the horses. Noah rides on Trigger and I am on Silver. Keeping with the TV theme we have named our pack horses Flicka and Mr. Ed. They will be very useful when we start our farm. We are excited and so glad that the horror is over. The last vial has been poured out and now we wait for survivors to climb out of the rubble and begin the process of cleaning up and rebuilding. We are not finding many survivors. The town we just left had no standing buildings and we saw only a few dozen people digging through the piles of what use to be buildings and homes. We stopped long enough to gather canned goods and supplies and then hit the trail again. We have been back in the States for three days and are making good time. We have stopped to rest for the night.

We just had the most wonderful experience. We woke up this morning and the sky off to the east had an unusual appearance. It was brighter than the normal sunrise. There was the sound of violent wind and we saw what looked like a man standing on the clouds descending to the earth. His appearance was glorious and awesome. The sight lasted about 15 minutes. It is exciting to think that Jesus is here on the earth. This means that the battle of Armageddon is over and that Jesus is about to sit on His throne. In celebration of this day of Christ's return I have thrown my gun away and will never pick it up again. We have mixed emotions about seeing the LORD. It is our understanding that we will all be summoned to appear before Him when He sits on the throne of His glory in Jerusalem. On the one hand we long to see the One who has saved our souls and kept us alive through this great tribulation but on the other hand we are ashamed to have lived so much of our lives rejecting Him. He is loving, merciful, and kind. I expect that I will bow before Him and words will fail to express the love I have for Him now. We also long to see our friends again and hopefully the Lord will allow us to do so.

Another night has come and we traveled 80 miles today. The horses were feeling energetic and seemed as anxious as we were to get home. Our GPS does not work at all. It must be that the satellites are all out of order. We do have a map and though the roads are a mess and travel by car is all but impossible the horses are making it just fine. We are following Interstate 29 south. We stop to turn road signs over to see where we are. We are currently at a small town called Mound City, Missouri where we will spend the night. Food and supplies are abundant since most of the population is dead. We come across collapsed convenience stores and gas stations along the way and with no one around we help ourselves to whatever we find useful in the rubble. There are many hurting and dying from their injuries. Those who were killed out right are considered the lucky ones. So far we have only seen “M's” injured and dead, “S's” seem to have been spared. We praise God for His mercy toward us.