I am a mother of one, married to my handsome husband, Bright, an accountant by profession.

We are both Christians and we got married as Christians too.
I am a teacher in one secondary school that is just a stone throw from where we lived.
I teach C.R.S and everyone attest to the fact that I was indeed a devoted young lady.

Because of my husband's career, he often went for seminars..

One fateful day after the gruelly work at school, I returned home very po0ped and decided to have some rest before I would get the launch ready.

That very term usually comes with great and exhaustly projects for we teachers..

It was the last session actually, which would usher students into their new respective classes.
That was just the reason.

Suddenly, I fell asleep..
Deep inside me, I started hearing some noises.
I woke instantly and then everywhere shook as though the foundations of the house wanted to collapse.
Infact, the wind that blew was akin to the hurricane wind, the kind I normally watched in movies..
Now it was happening real and all sent fears to my nerves.
The framed pictures that were hung on the wall all fell and shattered on the ground.
There was an instantaneous power failure and every where went dark instantly.

Gradually, the noises from outside increased and I became more afraid than usual, flinching like a weakling.
My heart beat started beating so fast and incessantly.
I was now very much neurotic not knowing what was happening at all.

Right from my childhood, I was fond of being anxious and people often taunted me because of that.

Suddenly, the doors that were left ajar all closed at once shaking the building the more.

Then, the noises of people from outside were becoming more louder, vibrating right in my very ears..
I overheard some calling on their loved ones' names.
Immediately, there was a loud thunder strike, such I had never heard before since my birth.
Honestly, I expected the heavens to be let losed but yet, it didn't.

The cloud became very heavy and so dark and I was hastily predisposed to go outside.
I left the compound and there, I saw people running helter skelter.
None stood.They all ran as their legs could carry them, both young and old.

I finally remembered my dear husband and I vehemently felt for him.

Let nothing befall him.
I prayed in silence, as goose pimples gradually appeared on my cold skin.

As though everything that happened were just tip of an iceberg, right in my very sight, a terrible accident occured, killing almost all the passengers in the long bus.

The thunder striked the more and quickly, I remembered that I had a little son at home.
It was now explicit that danger was looming, a very great one.

Tears rolled down my cheeks and I hurried inside without any hesitation.

I looked for my child but couldn't find him.
Stunned, I smiled tearfully and continued the futile search.

Finally, I stood motionless, not knowing what to ever do again.
I ransacked my bag looking for my phone but couldn't find it too.
It was as though the whole world turned against me.

I fell on the ground and broke into deep and uncontrollable tears.
As I was crying, something flashed my mind..

It was indeed the RAPTURE..!
God !!
I screamed, with my eyeballs almost sprouting out.

I have missed it.
This was what I continued saying, heavily panting like a racer.
As I said those words, I heard the crazy sound of boisterous wind accompanied by the heavy rains that noisily splashd on the zinc.
It was indeed very terrible.

Miraculously, my sight caught my phone right in my opposite direction.
I hurried to where it was and I decided to call my mum's line.It rang but no one picked it up.
I tried that of my dad too but and all was to no avail.

Finally, I dialed my husband's line and fortunately, he picked it up.
Apparently, it occurred to me that he missed it too.

I couldn't hear any single word of his because he was in sorrow.
At that very juncture, I went insane, even desiring for death..

Suddenly, the door popped opened and my friend stormed.
Gift you missed it too..?
She cried steadily pointing at me, as though I have been a suspect.
I was confounded and speechless.

After everything, you were here too..ah !
She sounded again and started praying to God.

Within me, I knew that it wasn't really possible again but I yearned for its possibility.
I desired for a second chance but that was all futile.

As I continued weeping, I woke up.
Darling. My husband called, incessantly tapping at me.
I missed it. I cried.

You missed what?
That was what he asked.
The Rapture !! I replied still in great tears.

Then, he knew that it had been a dream.
My husband had to calm me down but it was very difficult before I could believe him.

Where is my baby?
I quickly demanded on remembering the dream again.
He's here.
He replied showing me my little son who was fast asleep just in the midst of us.
I grabbed him and wept.

I later narrated all to my husband and he was grieved too as though he was the one that had dreamt it.

We have been missing it actually.
No wonder God's message in the book of Revelation chapter 2 vs 1 - 7.

God isn't a respecter of man at all.

Deep within me, I felt so much guilts.
I had departed from that first love of Christ.
My passion for God has been crumbling and yet I never cared to know.

That dream was really a wake up call from God.
We had to pray that very night and seek for God's mercy.

From that very day, we started living uprightly for God, setting boundaries inorder not to fail God having known that someday, Jesus will return to rapture the saints.

_Blessed is he that lives ready for he shall inherit the kingdom of God._