7 years ago i went to an area that i had never been to.i came to a fork in the road and a inner voice told me to go right.I went down the road and came to and old church,a grove of trees and a cemetery.while searching around the trees a man in a pickup truck stopped and introduced himself as the ranch owner across the road,He asked me not to leave because his wife wanted to talk to me.In a few minutes a women pulled up,and introduced herself.She said that on the previous night she had a dream about a man fitting my description down here mding.She told her husband about the dream.He came home and told her that i was at the church.It seems that four years earlier she had lost a infant child and she was buried in the cemetery.For some reason she had buried a coin by a tree with the child's birth year on it ,and asked me if i could find it.She pointed out a tree and i started looking,and after a few minutes our conversation turned to death.I came to a halt and told the women that baby Jessica had died when she was supposed to,and was in the arms of Jesus Christ.She started crying and said she had been waiting four years for someone to tell her that.Still crying she headed for her car,at that point she turned and ask how i knew the infants name was Jessica,and drove off.It then hit me that i had been sent to deliver a message and i fell to my knees and thanked God.Later i told my preacher about this and he adviced me not to go back to that place and that i had been sent to deliver that message.I now accept things with a lot more faith than i did before this experience.