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Little Jordan

A sudden feeling propelled me to go down to Ellanor C. Lawrence Park
and walk on top of the old colonial Spring house  wall 
I have been to that place before and walked  back and forth on the wall 
but I  still don't know why I went there during  the first half of this year
I grabbed my camera, my bible a bottle of  water and my  blue faith cup 
and head through the door in the eighty degree heat and drove down the busy street
When I reached  the park  something pulled me on to the amphitheatre stage  
The stage was filled with dried  leaves and dirt so I broke some branches from the
the walnut trees and sweep the dirt down stage
I position my faith cup center stage and read a bible verse and pray around the platform
I stood in the center and observed a swelling crowd expanding beyond the seat
in the amphitheater and descending beyond the hemisphere 
I felt as though I was standing on the shoulders of Julius Caesar in the old Roman empire
I Jumped off Caesar  shoulder and  broke his  iron arm then walked back
to the  colonial Spring house  wall  which was a few meters from the Amphitheatre  
I climb on top of the wall feeling strong and tall with my faith in my hand
I walked around and looked at the distant land 
Suddenly a  young man in a red shirt walked towards the stage texting 
I jumped off the wall and walked back to the stage before his energy could touched  my concentrated space 
When he saw me coming he slowly walked away
I sat  on the platform and  everything  was still and I could feel  power and positive energy flowing within and the sound of  birds in the background singing
I left my things on the stage and walked back to the wall then the message came clear 
for me run around colonial Spring house wall seven times and ran back to the stage
And so I did
perspiration pelted dripped from my face and my shirt was soaked up the anxious sweat
I ran back to  the stage and instantaneously a strong wind descended through the trees 
and wall nuts  start falling pelting the ground with a heavy sound
I  ran around and dance on-top of the stage giving God all the praise
Abruptly a man emerged from the bushes  from the back  of the platform with broken arm
position in a sling walnuts fell behind him while he was walking
He kept walking as the walnuts darted at him
The mysterious mission was accomplish and I head back to my truck
I picked up one of the green walnut and a woman and a tiny girl caught my attention
I walked across the grass and greeted them 
The tiny girl saluted  me so politely and invited me to sit beside her
She was so aware of her environment  the airplane she said was going to the airport   and fruit in my hand was a wall nut
She took the walnut from me and gave it back to me
something prompted me to asked her age 
She told me that she was three
And to my surprise she said, 
"And there are three of us, you my mom  and me"
I was dumbstruck I did not know what to say
I asked her mother how did she know that
But her mother was not aware of a deeper meaning
and she just said "she's learning to count"
My heart began to race I did not know if I should cry
or laugh but  little Jordan the three years old girl made my day
and finally sealed the prophecy.

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2017