I was in the front lawn of my university campus, but the campus was completely destroyed. It was like a tornado blew through the place. There was dust floating in the air, cars rolled over, and the buildings were crumbling. The remaining students were evacuating.
As they ran past me, they asked, “Why are you still here? It’s not safe anymore. You have to leave as soon as possible!”
I replied, “I can’t leave right now! I have to wait for my husband to come back!” (I’m not married, just in case anyone was going to ask.)
They asked, “Why are you waiting for him? You can meet him later. You need to leave!”
I refused to leave, telling them that my husband told me to wait here and he will come and get me, and we will leave together. The student told me not to wait too long and to stay safe.
I waited for another five minutes or so, but I was beginning to feel very scared and quite paranoid. I looked around and saw nothing but destruction, and I didn’t want to stay there by myself. Then I remembered. In my pocket I had three items. The first was a card key that I would use if I wanted to talk to Jesus. The second was some sort of key chain if I wanted to talk to the Holy Spirit. I can’t remember what the third item was—I think it was some sort of coin—but it was if I want to talk to the Father.
Tears gathering in my eyes, I paced the lawn and eventually climbed atop the hood of a car and cried as I waited for my husband to return. I put my hand in my pocket and frantically pulled out the card key and said between my sobs, “I need help. I’m really scared and I don’t know what to do.”
I buried my head in my hands and continued to cry, but then another pair of hands pulled mine away from my face. The hands held mine and I felt the most comforting feeling I have ever had in my life. It was truly amazing. I look up in confusion and asked, “Which one are you?” referring to Father, Son, or Holy Spirit. “Are you..?”
“Yes,” He answered.
Through my tears, I could not see anything but a really blurry image, and I kept asking, “Is this real?”
Jesus kept whispering to me, “Yes, this is real. This is very real.”