This happened a while ago.

My parents mostly spend time in the east.

So one time, it dropped in my spirit to tell my parents to leave the town.

It was heavy in my heart.

I was procrastinating to talk to my father about it because I was very busy at the time.

It kept dropping.

I was having anxiety and I didn't know where it was coming from.

The anxiety increased each time I thought about home where my parents stay.

Then I heard in my spirit 'kidnapp!ng'

I was wondering.

Then I heard again in my spirit, it's like a nudge.

"Tell your parents to leave the town. Call them on the phone."

Then I called my father and told him what I heard, which he told me that he was feeling anxious, lately about his environment.

I now knew that was where the anxiety I was feeling came from.

He said they'd let me know when they'd travel.

So I got busy again, one week turned to two weeks.

I didn't hear from my father even from my mother.

I called them, they were still at home.

They told me they were busy with things, that they would leave when they were done. My parents are the type who don't like traveling unnecessarily.

So I told them they should please leave the following week to our other house that is in a very safer environment.

My father asked me.

"Why? Is there any problem? Talk to me, I am your father. Are you in trouble with anyone?"

I laughed and said.

"Have I ever been in trouble with anyone since you gave birth to me?"

He said.

"No, that is why I am wondering why you are asking us to leave and go to the other house."

I said.

"Because God asked me to tell you and mom to leave that place."

He said okay that he had heard what I said, he would also pray about it.

So the following week my mother had a program that took her out of the state for a longer while.

At the same time my father told me that he felt it in his spirit like an urge to leave immediately.

The following day after my father left, it was a Thursday evening.

Some people called him on the phone and asked him to please open the gate that they came to deliver something for him.

The voice was husky, deep, he suddenly knew it was a set up.

Then he called a neighbor of ours and asked him if they were delivery people at our gate.

The man checked and told him that it was already dark but he saw a bus and some men inside, smoking.

My father called me on the phone and told me about it.

I closed my eyes and as I heard it I told him immediately without mixing words.

"Those were k!dnappers. They came to pick you up."

My father laughed.

"Ah ah, I didn't know that I am a rich man o. They don't know the God I am serving."

Three weeks later after that incident, someone, a closed family friend confessed to my father that he organized a group of boys to pick him up for money, but by the time they came it was too late. They came late.

He was picked and locked up by the police.

Then I heard in my spirit just after that incident.

"When you hear act immediately. It is better to obey than to ask for a miracle..."

This was a long time ago.