I was finishing my morning read this Sabbath (4/2/16), bout the exciting stories of Deborah and Gideon, when I saw a couple pull into the gravel driveway from my bedroom window, sick like Hezekiah. I saw their books in hand, and I knew…the aliens were coming for me, and they were driving a Honda. I knew not because I was asking for a sign. Actually, I was hoping, as I’m always hoping, in my heart, that she would lay her hands on me and heal me. POOF!

She said her name was Deborah, and that she had a message from the Word of God for me, 2Timothy 3:16-17. I read it aloud from a NKJV Bible laying around, and then I asked her why she came to me @God’s Farm on Sabbath. She didn’t answer directly, but left some literature, “Is the Bible Just a Good Book?”, a JW publication. She said she would be back again. I really, really, really hope she will be back again, because I needed a good hard cry. I was deeply disappointed.