(PART ONE) by Rosey Andrews

     It was the morning before the elections in November of 2004, I awoke from a dream. It was one month prior that my husband our son and myself relocated to Newburgh , New York , from Kansas City , Missouri . In the dream I was on my knees in prayer inside City Hall in Newburgh after having called the city to prayer for the elections. The dream left such a strong impression on me, that I got up and went straight to City Hall to inquire for a room to hold a prayer meeting.
      That morning, clerks from several departments went out of their way to help me. However, with such short notice and the fact that City Hall would be closed the next day, it didn't look possible in the natural.
     As I followed each lead I was given, it caused me to go in and out of City Hall four times. Just when I was going to let it go and head home, I noticed a piece of property on the corner a few doors up from City Hall. I thought the property was a little park, but there were no benches there.
     I walked around to the Liberty Street side of the property and noticed a sign advertising that the property was for lease. I wondered if the prayer meeting could be held out side? It was cold, but a good winter coat would be enough. I dialed the local number on the sign but the woman that answered was in the state of Texas . She had her father's cell phone that lived in Newburgh . As we chatted there was no doubt that we were right in the middle of a divine set up by our Lord Jesus Christ.
     Her family name sounded familiar to me so I began to ask questions to see if we knew any of the same people while we were growing up. By the time we finished speaking, we realized we had both attended the same private elementary school in Highland , New York in 1962. My heart was tenderized and I broke into tears. “What is God up to?” I thought. Maryanne told me she too had given her life to Christ and would love to see prayer occur for the elections on their property. “ Newburgh needs prayer,” she said. “ Follow my instructions and I will give you directions to my fathers office. If he consents to your using the property, you're good to go.

Everything began to flow effortlessly. The land was privately owned, which would diminish the need for paperwork. Maryanne told me to look for “Glory Bee Realty.” “This is the name to our family business,” she said. As she directed me, she telephoned her father Thomas Amodeo. I met Thomas on the sidewalk and shared with him how I came to meet his daughter that morning. He put on a great big smile and shared the meaning of their last name. “Amodeo,” it means “lover of God.” It fit right with what was happening that day Their generosity toward me was overwhelming as they extended the use of their property for the “Day of Prayer.”
      “Oh my goodness the dream is unfolding over night,” I thought! How will I get the word out? What is the Holy Spirit leading me into? I had so many questions.
     That afternoon I walked in and out of scores of businesses handing out flyers. I wondered who would come to pray in such short notice?
     The next day I arrived on the property between Liberty Street and Broadway with my Bible and 20 folding chairs. At first, kneeling down in the grass while cars wished by felt a little awkward. “Oh Lord, will I be here all day alone?” The Lord spoke gently to my spirit telling me He would be there. I became all choked up. “Oh Lord forgive me for worrying about what this will look like. If you will be here, that's really enough for me.”
     From 9am until 8pm there were handfuls of people that came to pray for the elections. Each group genuinely cried for our nation. A pastor from Brewster drove up with a sound system, another pastor from Carmel brought hot soup. A church in Newburgh that I had no prior knowledge of aired the details concerning the gathering all day on their radio station. Surrounding tenants offered bathroom facilities and food and guess what? Throughout the entire day, I was never alone. What a privilege watching Holy Spirit orchestrate the day. The signs of something supernatural about to happen were all around us. Even though the method was not anything I had thought of before the dream, there was no doubt that it was God's way.
     Too much happened that day to express in this newsletter. What I will say, is God touched others and me too. Since the “Day of Prayer” for the elections, we are beginning to see divine direction to a plan and purpose in God's heart unfold before our very eyes! (To be continued)

Rosey Andrews