Desperately Seeking Jesus 111 — Part 2
The Vision (The 2018 Blueprint)
From The Blog Post Titled: Manifestation of The Lord In Dreams Part II —
Back in 2018 I awoke from a dream, and in that dream I was at 402 H Street NE a past resident I Uuse to live. I saw a building under renovation and found myself in a “Master Bedroom,” a place of profound quiet. I began to measure the room, taking stock of a future I couldn’t yet SEE.
As I left what looked as though it was a Master Bedroom, I walked down a long hallway — that hallway was revealed to me later represented a long 17‑year wait for affordable housing. And when I came to the end of that hallway, I turned to the right and entered that room.
I met the owner after I asked for the one in charge. He simply said, “I Am He.” I could not see HIS face, but HIS hands were of brown complexion like bronze. After I told my story of how I use to live here and would love to returned I was moved out due to the rise in rent became to high for me and many others had been force out through Gentrification, His reply was it’s Good To Hear of this history as He handed me a slip of paper with the number 500 written on it.
“His feet were like fine brass, as if refined in a furnace…” — Revelation 1:15 “Write the vision and make it plain…” — Habakkuk 2:2
II. The Battle (90% Trail)
For years, I lived in Apartment 111, paying 90% of my SSI/SSA income just to keep a roof over my head after my mom’s passing, with only my income left to pay bills. I was fighting on multiple fronts: Chronic Leukemia, daily oral Chemo, and a system that cut my monthly food benefits to a mere $25.
I was “Desperately Seeking Jesus,” wondering if those past visions and that “500” dream had been lost in my struggle — when will I come out of this furnace?
“When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned…” — Isaiah 43:2 “Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the Lord delivers him out of them all.” — Psalm 34:19
III. The Divine Advocate (The Oncologist & The Social Worker)
But GOD was working through the very doctors who were treating my Blood Cancer. My Oncologist, hearing the weight of my struggle, stepped into the gap unbeknown to me. They had got an assigned Social Worker to be my advocate — a GOD‑sent messenger who showed me how to fight the system and stood on my behalf.
After 17 years being on the housing wait list, the “I AM HE” from my dream moved the mountains of paperwork once thought to be lost and cleared a path for me.
“The Lord will fight for you; you need only be still.” — Exodus 14:14 “And I will restore to you the years that the locust has eaten…” — Joel 2:25
IV. The Manifestation (5th Floor Unit 501: The Floor of GRACE)
The Number 5: This number 5 has been everywhere in my life along with sequences of numbers. like 111, 222, 333, 444, 888, 555 The GRACE that’s been carrying me through every obstacle in my life.
Struggles in health and finances — that 5 that carried me when I was hitting the floor “with vertigo,” bleeding for three weeks at a time, losing weight and anemic before my bone marrow biopsy diagnosis of Blood Cancer back in 2019. Caring for my Mom through dementia for 15 years. And The Grief of my mother’s passing in 2020. Therapy to help me cope with my diagnoses of Blood Cancer and becoming my mother Hospice care giver until her passing on in 2020.
From winning the appeal for my food benefits that had been cut down to $25 in 2025, while pushing through fatigue and nausea of the daily oral chemo I take three times a day.
That number 5 that sustained me through paying 90% of my income on rent, wondering how I am going to pay my bills. From the prayers each night and morning rise that seemed to go unheard, pushing through every day fog of my treatment — but still I stand on HIS WORD.
The number 5 that started unfolding a dream I had in 2018. As I got to the fifth floor of an apartment building to see about a unit to move in, and as I walked down another long hallway, at the end of this hallway to my right — another door. This door I walked in right into that dream, right into that vision, the exact blueprint from 2018. Slip of paper with 500 written on it. The door 501
I opened the door to 1st Street, fifth floor, to Apt 501 — that floor of GRACE. To GOD BE THE GLORY!!!
I knew what I walked into. THE HOLY SPIRIT said, “You’re here.”
The whole room started revealing to me my dream, but I could not understand the number 1 when the slip of paper had 500 on it. A whisper in my spirit said:
“1 — new beginning, co‑signed by THE MOST HIGH. Number 1 — signature of a brand‑new beginning.”
“Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth…” — Isaiah 43:19 “My grace is sufficient for you…” — 2 Corinthians 12:9
V. The Fulfillment: Entering His Rest
Today, I sit at my 4x4 table placed right in my dining area with a view of THE CITY. I’m looking through sideways blinds at a city view I only saw in The Spirit.
My rent is less than $200 — a Divine reward I do not deserve, but Grace found me and opened this door. A Divine reward for a life of caregiving and a testament to His Faithfulness.
The “Master Bedroom” I measured in the 2018 Dream is now my Sabbath Rest. I am no longer just a caregiver for others; I am the cared‑for of THE MOST HIGH.
Here we go — my favorite scripture:
Psalm 91:1 He who dwell in THE SECRET PLACE of THE MOST HIGH shall abide under the shadow of THE ALMIGHTY.
GOD IS MY 911