The next part was my husband and I driving up to that same house and my husband saying we need to move fast, to put our stuff inside, set things up befor they get back. I thought about 4 hours but they didnt come back until after it was dark. As we worked I was walking around this inside of this house, it had one middle wall, and open door ways you could walk though into each room. as I went through there was more people in each room....they came to help us set up house, befor they came back. I had an understanding that we where suppose to get this done and fast because once it was done, there would be no removing us. I just wouldnt be done, and they couldnt say anything about it either.
I had went around about 7 time, I think...and than that same couple came walking in, and had dropped their traviling bags. i though way do they have them...wired. But they had a look of shock and how fast things were done and they didnt say a word to us or against us for it. It was just a shock at what was being done and how fast things where going. We feel all that came and they left, incoulding that couple, and I was left in the kitchen where my husband turned and said this is what is happening to my church. The first will be last and the last will be first.
This was in a old house, that seems to have many styles in the lay out of it. I couldnt say it was old or new, for there was both there, I couldnt say the style of it, for it had piller as those of the plantations, some pricks, wood in someplaces as well as marble, it was a mix of things, and styles that seems to unplained by made sence. There was a newness to that old place and it felt so good, like home.
