This incident happened in April, 2012, in Missouri. I have been very anxious about our financial situation lately, and was praying very hard for a resolution. When finally was able to sleep a little, mostly from sheer exaustion, I experienced a very vivid dream:
I was under a large tent, the kind without sides. There was a line of children standing outside the tent with plates held out. I was giving them sandwiches. Along came my long-deceased uncle, and I sat me down in a chair next to him.
He seemed a little annoyed. He told me he was going to give me a gift, but it would take about a year. I looked down at my hands and I was holding a package wrapped in white paper. He then told me I was to stop "giving my bread away."
This dream has actually come true! Soon after this dream, my husband called the local radio station during their "Trading Post" time, and asked if anyone had a small building he could tear down. He received a call, and went completely white. He handed the phone to me. On the line was was a man who wanted to give us a house to tear down, one I've loved for many years. It's white, and was built in 1871.
Guess what his name is? The same uncommon name as my long-deceased uncle.
It's going to take the two of us about a year to get it torn down. We are going to rebuild a smaller house with what we can salvage -- the gift!
