Know where you're going?

It was....Thursday night? Probably, most likely.
My boyfriend had come from sandusky to visit -- and apparently brought two of his friends. Anyways, we were at my grandparents house, sitting outside in the b-e-a-utilful weather, absolutely gorgeous sun, no clouds, and the feeling of the sun beating down on my face was the best feeling i've felt in a long time. My boyfriend (Corey) and I decided to go inside to get something to drink, and I was on my way back outside when i heard the news in the living room -- horrible tornados and hail and wind. So I ran to the television, and there were atleast 2890359032890 funnel clouds taking over the screen. So I ran outside, and just as I opened the screen door, I see the tornado storming through my grandparents back yard -- while corey's friends are still sitting outside. Then, all of a sudden, I see them being taken up into the tornado's insides...and I cried -- tears were fallin from my face and all I could think was, run after it. So I did, I was chasing a tornado for about 2 minutes, and of course it was about 100 feet infront of me. And I never caught up to it, I never found his friends. I walk back to my grandparents house, and I see a police officer in our living room typing up two autopsy reports. They were dead. I tried to save them, but they died. Then I woke up....with no recollection of why i was having this dream, may i add.

The crazy thing is that yesterday, I was driving home from my boyfriends house, on the turnpike, I-80, and it started storming...so I turned off my music, and turned on the radio station that was playing the weather...Huge storm expected, and I lost sight of the road. I was going crazy, what would happen if i had hit someone infront of me, what if a semi rammed in the back of me, what if i went off the side of a bridge? Would the people I love know that I love them? Would they ever find me? What would happen if I died? -- But let's just say I know the answer to that last one..I know for a fact where I am going after I die -- right into Gods arms. This got to me thinking, how many people don't know where they are going? How should I help these people? In that moment, I prayed for those people, those people who don't know what to do in their life, don't know what to believe in, or don't know where they are going after they died. I didn't pray for the fact that I was driving 65 down an interstate and I couldn't see at all, but I prayed for everyone else...and that moment -- it stopped raining. God had saved me from a terrible thing, and I can't wait to see how else he will bless my life and save me from the other things in my life that I can't stop.