STILL SMALL VOICE
February 2007
By Ernie Knoll
www.4hispeople.com
We now know why Becky was
impressed to choose Atlanta as a stopover on our trip to Tennessee to share the
dreams.
When we arrived in Atlanta,
we had a two-hour layover. So we decided to walk around for a while. When we arrived at
our gate, B30, we still had about 45 minutes till boarding time. Becky sat
down to relax. I felt impressed to walk more so I headed toward the other end
of the terminal. As I approached the midway point, I noticed a Delta customer
service counter with four ladies sitting there. As I got closer I heard an un-audible
voice say, "Go over and talk with the agent." I questioned in my
mind as to which one. Again the voice said, "Go over and talk
with the agent." I wondered what I should say. For the third
time the voice said, "Go over and talk with the agent."
Since I wasn't sure if this
was real or not, I walked in silence past the agents to the end of the terminal.
I thought, "Was this just my imagination or did I really hear a
voice?" I reached B1, turned and was now headed back toward B30. As I
neared the Delta customer service counter again, a voice repeated, "Go
over and talk with the agent." I wondered again as to which one. I heard,
"Go and you will get to the right one." I thought, "Let me
go get our tickets from Becky." I felt this was alright. Then
I heard, "But HURRY." I walked very fast back to get the tickets
and told Becky I needed to do something and would be back.
I returned quickly back to
the counter and waited in line. There were two people in front of me. I questioned
again which one, since there were four agents. The voice said, "Stand
and wait to be called." I noticed there was no one in line behind me.
About two minutes later, I found myself walking to the agent on the far left. I questioned, "What
am I to say?” The answer was "I will have the words for you."
I walked up to the agent and
she greeted me. I said, "I am returning to Sacramento. I was invited
to speak about a dream I had." She looked at me quite strangely and asked,
"Was it on heaven?" I looked at her and I can only describe it this
way: my mouth was in gear but my mind was in neutral. I answered, “Yes,
my wife and I had been invited to speak about a dream I had of heaven. She said
"I believe in dreams." So I told her that if she gave me her email
address I would send her a copy of the dream. She then told me she had been
praying all day. She needed to see a minister because her daughter
was diagnosed with terminal cancer. I told her to write her daughter's name
down and that she would be held up to the Lord in prayer by many people. She
started crying and exclaimed, "Praise Jesus! Praise Jesus!" The two
agents to her right also started crying, since they had heard the conversation
and knew of the situation with her daughter.
The agent then asked what
she could do for me. To put everyone at ease, I told her she could put me in
first class. Then I reached over the counter and held her hand. I said,
"Elizabeth, Jesus is coming and God has heard your prayer for your need of
a minister. If it is God's will, your daughter will be healed."
Here is an email from Elizabeth
a few weeks later:
“Thank you so much for your
prayers!!! We've had sickness in the family and I am exhausted from trying to
work two jobs. The cancer was found to be located in one spot. She will
have to have the operation and therapy. It has not spread. God is
Good!!!! I thank God that we still have praying people. I believe in
miracles and I am holding on to His promises. "He will never leave me nor
forsake me. He will be with me until the end." I trust you and your family
are doing well. I have been telling people about your dream. May God continue
to bless you!! Once again, please THANK all the people for their
prayers. Prayers Work!!! Bless you!
--Liz