My calling.

I had to get this out. I know you will think I've gone nuts, but something is coming. A depression that will make the "Great depression" look like a picnic. People are going to die. God's been preparing me to help. I have a note book of lists, lists of animals, food, clothes, anything needed to help us live. God's been telling me to go to west Texas. To disappear, to be untraceable. I'm not the only one. A few people I know are feeling a need to hoard things. I know I sound like I'm rambling, but this is coming. And people are going to need things, need to live.