Now this young man had a pickup truck. He could have put our bicycles in the bed of his truck and taken us home, or He could have given us the directions, but no, He told us to follow him. So we did.
After a short wile, reaching a landmark we recognized, we gave the driver a thumbs up, letting him know we could get home from there on our own. The driver turned back, and we continued making our way towards home, but then, something happened. It got dark and we didn’t make it home.
This story did not happen in real life, it happened in my dream. Perhaps the dream was given for me to get and share this thought: There is a heavenly home awaiting every person, but to get there, we must follow Jesus. We must follow Him all the way.