I have know this for some time, been looking for this, I knew it would come.

On March 22nd of a certain year not to long ago I was reaching for the handle of a door to enter a stairwell and I heard with other ears, my son, count the steps, each step for a day, and at that time you shall find thyself at Jerusalem.

I counted each step to my destination and they were 56.

56 days by what I heard.

Adding 56 days to March 22nd is May 17th.

On May 14th I was in LasVegas, that weekend I was home, and on Monday May 17th I was in Springdale, Arkansas.

I never doubted what I heard my Father say, but until today I didn't understand it... I do now.