"God's Mouth Is On The Trumpet"

My mom just called about 15-20 minutes ago to inform of something that happened today. Allen's girlfriend called and shared this story with him. It is a true story that just happened today to a friend of Allen's girlfriend and I wanted to share it with you.
She said she was driving down Dale Earnhardt Blvd when she passed a homeless man walking down the side of the road. She said that as she passed him, she felt very strongly that she needed to turn around and go get him. So that's exactly what she did-she turned around and went back to pick him up. She said he climbed in the backseat and was extremely quiet. She asked him if everything was alright and he simply stated, "God's Mouth Is On The Trumpet". She said, "What?" and he repeated, "God's Mouth Is On The Trumpet". She turned to look at him and he was gone. She said she was so shaken up by the experience that she pulled over on the side of the road. Not too long after, a police pulled in behind her and approached her window. He asked her if everything was alright. She told him "no" and then told him about what had just happened. The police then told her that this was the SEVENTH time in the past week that this had happened and to sit there as long as she needed to.
When my mom called, I was sitting on the couch with Ethan on my lap. I was flipping through the TV channels and he was drinking his bottle, dozing off for the night. I quickly turned off the TV and sat there for about 10 minutes just thinking about things. I have been having very strong feelings lately and this story just confirmed things for me.
It was about 6 months ago, I had gotten Ethan ready for bed and was getting ready to make his bottle when I realized that I had left the formula in the car. I simply put on my coat and slipped out the door thinking that Ethan was in the living room and would be okay until I got back in. When I came back in, I made his bottle and went to get him. He was gone. I couldn't find him anywhere!! Now you have to remember that I live in a 2 bedroom, 1 bath, kitchen, and living room apartment. You can actually stand in my living room and see into every room in the apartment. I looked EVERYWHERE and could not find him. I went from room to room and back to room to room. I was in a panic and the only thing I could think was that the rapture had taken place and I had been left behind. That threw me into even more of a panic. I did eventually find him. He was sitting in a corner in his room with his basket of books laid on its side. It was hiding him perfectly.
Then just a couple months ago, my mom and I had to run to LOWE's. She was there to pick up something that had been left earlier and also to purchase something else. She asked me to run to the service desk and take care of one thing while she went to the self-checkout to take care of the second thing. I finished up before she did and headed towards the register where she was checking out. I saw her bend down to pick something up, but she never stood back up. She just disappeared. My walk quickened as I headed towards where she just was at. She wasn't there so I began to scan the crowd. Finally I saw her. She had finished her purchase and was headed toward the service desk to catch up with me. Once again, the first thing that hit me was that the rapture had taken place and it sent me into a panic.
Ever since those two incidents, I have been feeling more and more that the end is getting closer. I wake up MULTIPLE times during the night in a complete panic because I reach for Ethan and he isn't in the spot that I thought he was. Throughout the day, I catch myself hollaring for Ethan because I can't seem to find him, all the while he is right under my feet. The fear of the rapture taking place and me getting left behind has been almost overwhelming lately. I haven't talked to anyone about it, but decided tonight to ask you all to pray for me. I have struggled for many years with Church and God. I was doing better around the time that David and I met and he actually told me that one of the things that attracted him to me was the fact that I was different. He could tell just by talking to me and being around me that there was something different about me-something that he wanted a part of. David did a lot of changing in the months that we were together. He told me at one point that he had never had a Bible and he really wanted one. The next day, I went out and got him a Bible and had his name engraved on it. He loved that Bible and after we were married, I would come home from work at night and he would be laying in the living room floor reading it. In fact, I opened it up today and it is still marked at Genesis 18-19. That's as far as he got, but he had such a hunger. He just couldn't get enough. I remember going to Church one Sunday and the preacher talked about Adam and Eve. He leaned over and wanted to know who Adam and Eve were. I told him to wait until after Church and I would explain. He got angry with me because he didn't want to wait. He wanted me to tell him right then and there. He did wait though and after Church, I told him the story of Adam and Eve. Another night, he wanted to know where to find the 10 Commandments. I told him I didn't know for sure, but I would find it for him, so I sat down that night and using the Concordance in the back of his Bible, I found it for him. I remember him taking the Bible from me and reading the 10 Commandments. He was in awe that it was there and he was able to read it for himself. He told me later that he had wanted to ask where to find it for a long time, but felt stupid because he didn't know much about the Bible. I told him to never feel stupid to ask me questions about the Bible, that if I didn't know where to find it, we would find someone that did. David didn't like to talk about death, but a couple weeks before he passed, he made the comment to me and one of his long-time friends "I don't want to die, but when I do, I know where I'm going!" He was so sure of where he would spend eternity. Here was a guy that didn't even know about Adam and Eve when we met, but less than a year later knew beyond a shadow of a doubt where he would spend eternity. I feel deep in my heart that David DID make it to Heaven and the only reason he did was because he saw something different in the girl that worked at Mr. Pocket's Deli in Rockwell.
Since David's death, I have become so bitter and angry. I am bitter and angry because God took the man that I loved more than life itself. He took my baby's daddy and it doesn't seem like I will ever have my whole life back. I don't want to go to church anymore and 9 times out of 10, I don't. I am so ashamed of myself for letting myself get to this point. I don't want to miss Heaven and I surely don't want to be the reason that someone else misses it. My desire to walk with the Lord and make it to Heaven is strong. There are lots of things that I am confused about, but want to do the best I can in my walk in this life. I want to be that mother (if the Lord does decide to wait years and years to return) whose kids will look back and admire me for my walk with the Lord. I want to be that mommy that when my kids need prayer, they have the faith to come to me because they know my prayers will go higher than the ceiling. I am asking that all of you please say a prayer for me. Pray that I can completely let go of my bitterness and anger. Pray that I am able to find answers within myself. Pray that I am able to find peace with what has happened in my life. And please don't pray only for me...Pray for my Dad, and my brothers. My dad has struggled with similar problems as me for years. Please pray that his eyes will be opened before it is too late. Thank you everyone in advance for your prayers. I know that many of you are prayer warriors and I need all the prayer I can get to keep me on the straight and narrow. May God Bless You All.