A house…not a big house…but a small house.
I am in the living room with a woman who is sad. She is crying. She is grieving. She recently lost someone very close to her.
There is a fireplace.
There is a french-press coffee maker.
I am outside in the garden. I am taking a family photograph…it would soon be their last picture together as a family. One of them is dying.
There is another room. It has a ton of arts and crafts supplies. This room is for kids and teens. I am working with a few teens who are processing together because they are going to die.
I LITERALLY pictured this.
When?
Where?
How?
The date was 8.30.10.
The time was 3am.
The location was Dublin, Ireland.
We were doing a 24 hour prayer event.
My phone had died so I didn’t have an alarm. So, I told God if He wanted me to go then to wake me up. Sure enough at 3:03am I woke up and climbed out of my tent.
The 3am hour was a designated time to do a fire tunnel (which is basically a time for each person to walk down the center of two rows of people as they lay hands on you, read scripture,
encourage, pray, and prophecy over you.)
So it was my turn. As I walked down the center…I pictured exactly what I described above. It was so vivid…the colors…the feelings…it was intense. When I reached the end…I immediately wrote
everything that I saw in my journal.
What does this all mean?
Well…the day before…I was in a session called KINGDOM DREAMS. It was a session basically talking about how God plants dreams in our hearts to change this world and ultimately grow the KINGDOM. Within the first five minutes of the session…Seth Barnes led us in prayer. He prayed that God would reveal His dream to each person in the room. In that moment…I felt like God clearly said that He wanted me to continue to work with people who are dying and to comfort others who have lost someone they love.
This wasn’t exactly new to me. I have hugged parents who have been told that “there’s nothing more we can do.” I have provided pink nail polish for a mother who’s daughter had died…but she wanted to paint her nails…one last time. I have held a 3 month old baby girl who was no longer living on this earth.
These are all things that I have done.
But, I never thought it had been a calling on my life…until now.
God has been revealing a lot to me since I have been back from the race. He is opening doors and allowing me to invest in this KINGDOM DREAM He has given me.
But, this was not an easy blog for me to write because of FEAR.
God has given me this huge dream and wants me to act. But, you see…writing a blog about it makes it all that more real and public. I thought to myself…”well what if I can’t do it? what if I fail?” Then a dear friend of mine said…”God didn’t give you this dream to fail.” Then it hit me. I was underestimating my CREATOR and the CREATOR of the WORLD. How could I?
Did I not just come off a life changing experience where I saw God move time and time again?!
So in an attempt to overcome that FEAR and put it in its place,
God asked me to take a step and write this blog.
So, here I am…going public…telling people that God has given me a dream…a dream of a ministry house that provides God centered counseling and life giving opportunities for people who are dying and for people who have lost someone close to them with opportunities to build legacies that change the world.
My life verse…
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows.
…on Him we have set our HOPE that He will deliver us.”
…on Him we have set our HOPE that He will deliver us.”
2 Corinthians 1:3-7, 10
So, there you have it. Life is about dreaming God’s dreams and this is the one He has placed in my heart. There will be one more blog explaining how I am investing in this dream as well as
the site for my new blog for this upcoming adventure.
Love to you all,
Michelle Noble
