One of the challanges I have had to face in following God was that he made it apparant to me that I ought not have a secular job at this time because it will conflict with the other work he has for me. After leaving my Job I found that it was an idol because I thought of it bothas a provider as well as a sourse of purpose, but now I realize both those titles belong to God Himself.
After leaving my job i was immediately stressed and freaked out becuse these two roles where empty and I felt like i was going to have no provision or purpose, but God come to my rescue. A few days later I had a dream where an old mentor named Levi came to me and my friend and said to me “why arent you building, i gave you a job. Come and help me.” I then helped him in the construction of a building. I Realize that this was a dream from God telling me that my purpose in this time was as a levite. God had planted me living in a church where I was to maintain it and keep it in order as a levite would with the temple. I was overjoyed to have a sense of purpose in what God was having me do for Him and this is the best Job iv ever had.
Soon afterwards I was freeking out that my new Job dident seem to pay anything and i told God that I was about ready to quit, but thankfully before i could send Him my letter of resignation he sent me a letter. I got home to an envelope in my mail box with my name on it, but no address or indication where it came from. It simply contained cash in the ammount I would have earned if I had kept my original Job.
I was extatic! partly because God gave me what I needed, but more because I had the hole in my heart fillled and I knew God as my provider in a new way.
This new Journay has been so amazing in more ways then I can express, but I will do my best to communicate with the limited time that I have. I seem to be daily living my dreams and encountering God in a new way, but this is combined with the intense hardship of dealing with my uncooperative skin and bones. My spirit is longing to go deeper in the Lord, but my flesh is longing for comforts. Never the less I am pressing on to live the life Jesus bought me.
This is not the beginning of time or my life or even my Christianity, but rather it is the beginning of a new adventure that emerged in this past year.
It all started with a dream in september of 2011 where I was in charge of a youth meeting and this team of people called the lovers of God showed up and lead the worship, but when they stood in front to lead they had no instruments.
When I shared this dream with one of my mentors Ramses Girgis he then referred me to the leader of the ministry lovers of God. When I met with this man I discovered that God had been speaking to him about reaching the young generation of those 18 to 35 of which I was part. This lead to a weekly meeting in that very room that my dream occured in which was called SOS and it was focused primarely on the fact that every empire undergoes cycles beginning with pioneering and finishing with decidancy and that the USA was in that final state of decay and Canada was wraped up with it. Out of that the course begain to focus on the need to hear the voice of God and taught some ways how that was done.
During one of these classes a man named claud spoke to me what he beleived the Lord was wanting to tell me. He said that he saw me standing infront of a rocket and the crew where inviting me in, but that i was scared and hesitant to enter in. When he asked me if it meant anything to me I said no, but here I am 6months later and living in that word. I will give more detail to this later.
The first question to answer is ‘why does this blog exist?’
It exists because I beleive what I am going through is worth being documented and that we all face similar struggles in this life and can be mutually encouraged by openness as to what transpires in the heart as we pass through them. This blog will serve as a record of my attempts to follow after Jesus with all the learning, guidance, encouragment, and trials laid out as bare as I can express them.
I dont claim to be particularly good at writing, but I’m hoping it gets better with time. For now I guess the readers will need to just bear with me.
I have written a few posts, but none of them made it to the publish post button and i figured if I can just put something out it will break the ice and make building the routine of publicating what is going on that much easyer.
I awoke today to find myself living in a rough area of Ottawa called Vanier. My life of only a few weeks prior seems like lost memory; I had been a university student with a part-time job for Home Depot who lived with his parents and faithfully attended a church, but now all of that was different. I woke up in a new home, in a new neighborhood, and without a job, a church, or a family.
It all started with a dream and a reckless step of obedience and it ended with me being here praying fervently and frequently for an escape.