(Vision) Life over Death

Prayer meeting - an event I'm not too excited about because I'm not comfortable praying out loud. Nevertheless, I attended one yesterday for the medical mission to Myanmar I'm participating in.

Eyes shut, I was listening and silently praying while our leader was praying out loud. In pitch black, I suddenly saw a bulging white mass with the bottom part covered by red streaks. I don't like blood as it connotes pain and death. I jolted and quickly shook my head in the attempt to remove the image. Blood red, the streaks went up to cover the entire white bulging mass, looking like blood creeping fastly into veins. 

I thought, "Oh Lord, what does this mean? Will there be sickness, pain, or even (gasp) death?" Then, the almost red bulging mass started to pump. It looked like a body organ pumping, like a heart pumping blood. Then I felt life. What I'm seeing is not about death, it's a story of life taking over death - life being pumped into death.

I may have been initially scared about the vision I had because I thought it was about something bad, something I don't understand. But fear is not from God and the antidote to fear of the unknown is to have faith. I am believing that God brings life to everyone who believes in Him. He has paid the price for us to live, just like what my vision has showed.

Vision

Earlier was our last class for the prayer and intercession module of our ENLI (Every Nation Leadership Institute) advanced studies. It was bittersweet because my Tuesdays will never be the same but it's time to put in action what we were taught.

During tonight's prayer, I had a vision of a rose - a rose that was black in color. It was turning and turning and slowly, its color became light pink which gave it somewhat of a glow. This gives me the message that I am as precious and fragile as a rose and no matter how filthy, wicked, battered and broken I was - I can be born again and become young, fresh and beautiful. Our God is a healing god. He can surely make beautiful things out of nothing or even out of dust or dirt.

The next thing I saw was a rock, which reminds and encourages me to be still, strong and planted on the ground as I go about my Christian walk. Surely, there will be challenges, difficulties and hurdles but as I remain dependent on God, I will be okay.

My last vision was of a young boy sitting on a corner wearing a yellow shirt and red shorts. He had black curly hair and was just sitting and patiently waiting. This, I cannot make out of. Maybe I should have shared this in class because I feel that this message is for others: maybe a couple praying for a child, maybe a parent who has a prayer for his/her son. I guess I'll never know.

But that's a mystery I'd like to keep - the mystery of how great God is, His plans and His power in executing those plans.