I had been working at this place for a few months. I had made friends with all my coworkers. And one of my co-workers lost his place to live through some relational issues. He was staying at people’s houses or at hotels. It was getting expensive for him.

At that time I was living in a little studio, I had just gone through a devastating break up, with my fiancé; we had been together for two and a half years. I was a wreck. At night I would drive down the freeway and look for oncoming semis to play bumper tag with; but every time I thought about it I would think, “Wouldn’t this be a terrible experience for the driver of the semi?” This was before anyone knew I had he gift of burden bearing. During this time of this story I learned of my gifting, which is another story. I also got delivered from my depression which is another story all together.

During this time I had an extra key for my apartment made. I went into work and there was my co-worker. I heard the Lord say to me, “Give him that extra key.” I knew immediately what to do. I went up to my co-worker and presented him with the key. I told him my address and told him that he was more than welcome to stay. I told him to not worry about what time he came over; if he need a place just drop in.

A couple of nights later he came over. I had just a mattress on the studio floor. I fixed him up with a couple of sleeping bags and some blankets. During next few days we got him a mattress and got his stuff moved in from his ex-roommate’s house.

During the next three weeks, we would talk and I shared with him about my life and of course, the Lord showed up in my conversations, because He has been such an integral part of my life.

After about three weeks of my new roommate being there I had this strong urge to take him to see a good friend of mine. This friend I have known for almost 12 years now. He runs a little mom and pop restaurant and he serves the best biscuits and gravy I have ever tasted. My mouth is watering even now.

So I took my roommate out to breakfast up at my friend’s restaurant. We go in and order. My friend is cooking and can see in his spirit that something is going on. He comes out of the kitchen and walks up to the table and speaks to my roommate, “You’ve been in heavy organized crime, haven’t you?” My roommate looks surprised and goes, “Ummm yes.” My friend goes hmmm and says, “It was on the east coast.” My roommate’s eyes bug out.

My friend goes back into the kitchen and he is getting something more, I can see it. He brings out our food and sits at the counter stool next to our table.

I am thinking and praying. “I knew this about my roommate, so Lord give him something that there is no way that I could have possibly told my friend about my roommate.” I actually hadn’t told my friend anything about my roommate nor did he know we were coming that morning, that is, he did not know by any physical means.

So, my friend asks my roommate, “You’ve had a gun to your head and that you should be dead?” My roommate is getting kind of scared because my friend is reading his book. My roommate agrees that he has had a gun to his head and he should be dead.

My friend says to my roommate, “The Lord says, ‘It is not your fault that your dad and brother are dead.” My roommate broke.

I know it is time to give them some time together, and so I go wander outside. When I felt it is time to come back, I came in and finish my breakfast. We where still the only ones in the restaurant. My friend is struggling because of the pain of the memories of the death of his father and brother and the last time he had been in church was with both of them.

A few days later a friend of mine was over to the house. My roommate is still struggling with how the Lord has spoken through my friend at the restaurant. My roommate comes into the house and my friend who was there looks at him and she says, “You know Jesus loves you?” She had never met him, and I hadn’t even introduced him yet. For just as soon as he walked in the door she asked him the question. He broke and said with tears, “Yes” She then asked him, “Do you want to be saved and make Jesus the Lord of your life?” He wept and said, “Yes.” She took him in her arms and prayed as he cried. My friend is awesome like that, she has this great big mom heart, and she is very prophetic.

The next week, my roommate wanted to go see my friend at the restaurant to say good bye because he was moving across the country. My friend told him, “The Lord says you won’t be leaving yet, you still have time here.” My roommate was like, “yeah right.”

So, that night of the next evening and my roommate comes in. My prophetic friend is there again, and they get to talking. He tells her that he is moving in a couple of days and that he would miss her. She starts telling him that she doesn’t think that he is going to move yet, and that he might want to just rest for a while. My friend is firm and tells her that he is going to move. She tells him that what she will do is pray that the Lord would give him a dream tonight so that he will know for himself that now is not the time for him to move. He kind of blows it off thinking like, “Yeah right, the Lord is actually going to give me a dream.” So, after awhile my prophetess friend leaves and we settle in for bed.

In my studio at that time, my friend is sleeping on a single mattress on one side of the studio and I am on another mattress on the other side of the room, about four feet away. Yeah, it was a small studio. We both drift off to sleep.

I wake up in the morning and sit there thinking for a few minutes, when my roommate opens his eyes and speaks out loudly in frustration, “Dahhhhg! I hate you Christians!’

The Lord had given him a dream in the night. We both laughed. The next morning he asked me for my phone and said he wanted to call my prophetess friend. When she answered the phone he asked her “what did you do to me last night”, and went on to explain about his dreaming and the Lord had let him know to stay where he was for awhile. She and he both had a great laugh and the emotions were very tender between each other. She became his “spiritual mother” and he became our “spiritual son” during the time he was still here with us.

My roommate stayed with me for another three months, after which he moved across country and is doing well.

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