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by wildlife. I prayed for an unknown, yet long period of time. When I came up, it was still pitch black and I’d lost my flashlight. I was ready to give up. To surrender my will to live right there.”
    Trent’s eyes glossed over and he swallowed hard.
    “The moment I made the decision to succumb to my destiny in the wilderness, I heard a commanding utterance. “ When seventy years are completed for Babylon, I will come to you and fulfill my good promise to bring you back to this place. For I know the plans I have for you. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you. And will bring you back from captivity. I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you. And will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile .” That declaration—that promise restored just enough energy in me to walk again,” I continued.
    Trent reclined in his seat. His eyes went out the window, into the distance.
    “I began to slump forward—not that I knew where I was going, but I followed that commanding voice with depleted energy. It was my promise. My manna. I had to go or else I’d die. I couldn’t tell you how long I forged toward the voice, but could tell you along the way I saw wolves, bears, lions and even a serpent advising me to go the opposite way. As much as my flesh wanted to give up and cave to my fears and thoughts of betrayal from God allowing me to spend so much time in this wilderness, hungry and scared, I had to press toward the mark and seek the Source I knew had plans for my life.” I stopped once my tea was placed on the table. It gave me a moment to shake the vivid recollection of the horrifying setting.
    “As I tossed and turned last night, I prayed silently, not wanting to alert my sleeping wife. I didn’t want to leave our bed for fear of losing what God was trying to show me, and of course that may have awakened her. So, I stayed the course, until my limping brought me to big bright overhead lights. I could recognize a stadium right away. I questioned if I had the energy to make it inside to safety, rest, and food.” I shook my head, recalling the order of the vision. “The next thing I knew, it was no longer me in the wilderness. I’d somehow stepped out of the shell and looked back on it to find you. You were present age and in the same top physique as you’re sitting here with me now. This was your journey I’d experienced. You’d just made it out of the wilderness and into the stadium packed with all of your fans, cheering you on from the bleachers. Your teammates were there, shouting your victory. Your coaches smiled with pride and happiness of your arrival.”
    A single tear fell from Trent’s eye. I covered his hand. I needed him to stay with me.
    “Trent, I saw a woman, standing directly in front of you, waiting impatiently to embrace you. She held a small baby, a newborn. Next to them was an older child, almost as tall as the woman. I understand this doesn’t make much sense, brother, but this was your wife and children.”
    He covered his face with his hands as he sat back in his seat. The more I spoke the clearer the dream had become. God was about to deliver Trenton Bailey from his wilderness.
    Everyone clued in on sports and/or pop culture recognized the name Trent Bailey. The twenty-six year old former pro quarterback for the NFL’s Connecticut Kings was recently released from prison, completing an eighteen-month term. His arrest, trial, and conviction had been publicized on television screens across the country. Once he was indicted by the grand jury, the Kings suspended him, putting his $56.8 million contract in jeopardy. Upon conviction, the league suspended him indefinitely. It was obviously the lowest point of his life.
    I’d known Trent for a