Apparently dreams are taken seriously here. I had a very vivid one of two young men standing in hooded jackets last week at a near-by market called “Ciglane”, all the while laughing about stealing my car. They talked about other things too that they had been watching me do from a distance, like taking Amela, our neighbor, to the hospital as she went into labor.

I think that God wants to say something to the guys who took my car. I had a lot of literature in the car and I have been praying that they read it. I pray that they can find a deeper purpose in life than just stealing from people. God gave me that car, and they have stolen from Him really. They will have Him to deal with in the end. I pray that they find his love and forgiveness.