You’ll Come…

I was sitting in my first apartment unpacking my stuff in my bedroom. I was on the floor with boxes surrounding. Life was going so well. I was clean, sober, and chasing God with my entire being. I had just moved in with a close friend to our first apartment. I was working for Teen Challenge and had just recently started in furthering my education around ministry while finishing up one ministry school. God had totally rocked my world. I couldn't have been more excited for the season that was ahead of me.

And then I got the text.

Roomate: "Hey, have you heard about ____'s son?"
Me: "Uh…no??? What's going on?"
Roomate: "Well he was in a very bad accident."

See, this family God had placed in my life…there was no doubt about it. I was VERY close to all of them. I spent a significant amount of time with this family. I considered them my family because my family was so far away. They were my spiritual dad, mom, and three little brothers. I loved them all dearly…so when I heard the news, I immediatly began to pray.

I had just unpacked a toy that I had gotten for Josiah and I was waiting until summer to give it to him so he would be big enough…it was a little toy that was a bubble whistle so the kid would blow into it and it would blow bubbles… I layed on my floor bawling. I began to pray for life to return to this innocent child. It was just an hour or two later that I received the news that he hadn't made it. That was Sunday.

That night and the following two, we all gathered together as family and friends. We prayed…and we prayed a lot. We spent time just loving each other and praying and interceeding. It was intense. Thursday came and the dad did the service. The message was "Awakening". At the time, we were convinced that Josiah was going to be resurrected. However, the message held a much larger meaning that just Josiah.

For the following 20 hours, we kept Josiah's body and we prayed. We all gathered and just prayed. We saw God move several times throughout those hours. Many of us never even rested our heads. We were too focused.

Then the time came. They came to get the body. As they were sealing the casket, it occured to me that God had already shown me what to do! See, a week or two before God had given me a dream. See, in my dream my older brother had died. I was alone in a room with his body and though I was crying, I had enough strength to pick up his body and place it against the wall and demand that life come in to his body. I was frustrated at how many times it was taking but I knew he was going to come back. I was a mess throughout this whole dream, yet I never waivered and finally one time when I placed his body against that wall, life returned. I began freaking out when I saw them sealing the casket because it wasn't until then that I remembered the dream…but it was too late.