I stopped in the reception area of Christ Church to have the front desk call a guest, "Pastor Jim" to let him know I had arrived for our 4:00pm appointment and that I would meet him in the garden along with my friend Debra.
I went to the garden and was pleased to see the two of them sitting together already underneath the shade of the umbrellas.
I laughed and said, "So, not middle eastern to be here already!"
I sat down and smoothed out my shirt and looked at Pastor and asked, "So, how did the meeting go this morning for you?" and he excitedly shared and thanked me for setting him up and giving a recommendation. I reminded him that he had one more meeting to attend before making up his mind! He agreed but I'm pretty sure he had made up his mind at this point and was only placating me and understanding it is about relationship building here in this land.
He quickly turned the questions back on me. Asked me about my heart and what I would like to share. Share I did. At one point I turned to him and asked him to pray over me. I chuckled as I told him about a few times I had asked people to prophecy over me and the answer was always "You hear me and speak to me you don't need prophecy over you." ... I was expecting as much but there has been something on my heart that I know I've heard from the Lord but just needed much confirmation.
He said, "Do you know about casting lots?" I said, "vaguely". He went on to tell me that he uses a number generator and basically asks the Lord to help him by giving him a book, chapter... and then he trusts He speaks through that.
"Sounds good to me, go ahead"
He turned on the app and then the book number came up that was in correlation with JONAH.. (generally not a good or easy book)... and he looked at me over the top of his glasses and smirked. Then he asked for the chapter. Chapter 3. I sighed.. but held my breath as he read aloud to Debra and I.
I sat breathless and tears filled my eyes. It's something that has been on my heart a long time. Three years in fact to go to Irbil, Iraq otherwise the land of Ninevah, to see a little girl named Roween and her mother Yvette. Then the Lord quicken my heart to go for other reasons, namely prayer.
Then today, I sat working on my computer and the thought of Thalassemia came to my mind. My family is carriers of this genetic malformation. Only passed down from generation to generation and in the area of Iraq is the very seat of where this malformation could have started.
Could it be.... I know it may be far fetched.. but could it be that somewhere down my genetic line my family came from the Assyrian people of Iraq area? Maybe it is why I am pulled to the things that I am pulled too. The land and the history pull your heart.. or could it just be that as a Child of God.. that HE is leading me to harder pastures to love on His children both near and far?
Am I willing? YES ...
Will I go? Yes...
Has HE spoken to me? In so many ways .. in so many ways... how can I say no?
What if, I am being called back to where it all began for my family?