Friday, January 31, 2014

I had a dream

Best dream to date:
The following is my email to Joshua at 2am and then his response to it.

I just woke up from the most amazing dream ever. I've been having good dreams this week. Anyways. I fell asleep without taking any of my anxiety or sleep medications. I just dreamt that I was a missionary in Mumbai and I was checking in with an organization there that is a ministry team that also sells merchandise to locals for income. (Really pretty stuff, that's the funny thing about dreams). You had to be super aware of dangerous and lurking men at all times and often had to flee the area and try to come back always trying to keep your hands and feet clean. In this dream I swear that I had been there before and I had journaled through it. There was also a pretty dominant soundtrack from DC talk in my head as I journaled through it. I swear I had been there before. One of the girls that I was hearding around was taken via car when we were trying to slip out of a certain area. My heart sank, but I went on in this dream. We tried to find and contact a group of people my age that had an organization that would help girls get out of harm country via "postal service". I had a red ribbon tied around my left elbow to show that I wanted in this secret underground service. Turns out those peers were cannibals and we had to flee. We fled to a bug and locust ridden area and we were covered in sores and bites. I had been trying to call you often in my dream, but you were unreachable because we were so far away. You were in the middle of a class, and you were like, babe, I need to go, I'll text you in just a bit. And I yelled into the phone, "I'm in Mumbai". I'm not sure where I was lodging, they were connected tents, but I think they were in a train or ship, or maybe ground. But that was safe. I felt safe there. That was in the first part of the dream. In the very end of the dream (I think), I was free falling through clouds. Trying to do flips, and tricks. It was one of the best feelings ever, and I dreamt I was smiling.
Is that not an insane dream?
I think it was the best dream I've ever had.
Definitely a message in there from God don't you think?
I'm dying to hear your response!
 
 
From Joshua:
 There is no doubt in my mind that it is a message from God. Perhaps then you are being called to be a missionary to trafficked women in Mumbai. There will be persecution, but the work you do there will continue long after you. People in your mission group may be kidnapped or otherwise lost to you, but your work for the Lord must continue. Trust God in those moments to take care of them and of you. Other organizations will ask you to help them or to join with them for financial support in your mission. Remember this: they have only their own interests in mind and will drain your mission work for its resources. You don't need their help. God will provide a service for you in that country to fund your mission. The organization who tried to recruit you will not like that they will be unable to take advantage of your work and resources and drive you out of that part of the country to a place where persecution and trials will be more than at the first. During your stay in the first part of your missionary journey, God will have strengthened you in your faith enough that you will be able to trust in Him for all things and in all trials. You will plant many new churches and they will flourish. As for me? I will go with you if I can. There may be a calling for me elsewhere. Only God knows. We must let Him guide our steps.
   This is God's calling on your life. When you have completed this call, He will call you home where you will soar with wings like eagles and the joy of The Lord will fill you to overflowing. You will never be apart from the Father. You are His precious daughter and He loves you.
 
Excited about my calling.
Prayers are always welcome.
 
~Amber

Monday, January 13, 2014

Solid

Today my fight with the fax machine forever solidified the fact that I was not meant to be a High School Physics teacher.

Woops.