When my kids were little I worked for a little while for a historic neighborhood association. One day I was driving around (long story, but I was doing my job) a block where a little house had been torn down. That was the first time I noticed "that" house. It had been empty for years, it was boarded up, siding was missing, as was part of the roof.
But it grabbed my attention. No, God grabbed my attention.
I went home and told my husband that we needed to buy a house. He was skeptical. Then I told him where is was and he went postal (that area was not a very nice place at that time). I told him that God told me that this was the house that we would spend the rest of our life together in.
I asked him to drive by it one time, pray and I would thankfully and cheerfully accept his decision. He got out of the car, walked around and came back.
We bought the house (or rather worked with the buyer to rehab and buy it on a land contract) without ever having been in it. We didn't even know how many rooms were in it! Not that it mattered, because we had to remove walls anyway...
God knew what He was doing when He led me to that house. Ten years later, the location (which had gotten better to the point where the area is now a status symbol and some of the houses have been featured in "Painted Ladies") was truly a Godsend. It was close enough to the cancer center that I could handle the kids, school and hospital.
I guess you could call it a prophecy. This truly was the house that we spent the rest of our life together in. My husband died in my arms in that house.
If you ask God for wisdom, and trust that He will give it to you (and then trust in what He says) He will give it.