It’s Still About HIM
The Light to Our Path
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It was late spring or early summer that I began hearing “Myanmar” when I would pray for the world and I soon realized that this was the next place I was being called to travel to and pray. Knowing only a little about Myanmar, I knew that it previously was known as Burma and that it was located somewhere near Bangladesh and Thailand, and I expected it was a Buddhist or Hindu nation.
I began doing some research and praying more about this potential destination. The Lord told me to pray about “Dagon.” When I pulled up a map, I saw three places I felt I would be called to: Yangon (previously Rangoon), Mandalay and Bagan (previously Pagan), but I did not see Dagon. As I researched Myanmar history, I discovered that the nation was tribal at its foundation, a fact that had allowed the Mongols and British to conquer it. They decided to put their tribal differences aside long enough to win back their autonomy from Britain.
The very first kingdom began in Bagan in 1044; the last kingdom was in Mandalay. The Lord had been stressing “His Kingdom” come, so I felt that was why those two cities were places I needed to go to pray claiming Christ’s Kingdom and authority. I was a little confused as to the significance of Yangon until I typed in a search for Myanmar’s oldest Buddhist temple, and the search came up, the World’s oldest pagoda: Schwedagon. Yep, that would be why I was going to Yangon.
On July 9th I was praying for additional confirmation about this potential trip. My fleece involved the Lord helping me figure out what language I needed to be learning about, to let me know who was to go with me, to figure out how I was going to pay for it, and to let me know when. No small list of questions to have answered.
The next day I was working with a patient who was a fellow Christian and we were discussing a vision I was given to pray about related to another continent, which involved a black snake. The patient said it reminded her of a people group in Ft. Wayne she had worked with in which several of the men had black snake tattoos on their lower legs. When she had asked them why, they told her it was to scare other snakes as they ran through the tall grass, but she was having trouble remembering what their nationality was. By the end of our session the nationality of the refugee people group came to her, they were Burmese. Burmese, that was the language I needed to be learning, they were from Burma…Myanmar. Looking back, it seems so obvious yet at the time my brain was not making the connection.
After her session, I returned to my desk and began checking emails, which is when I saw it, the fourth email down “Arabic, Burmese and Spanish Conversations." My small rural hospital is a part of a regional hospital that periodically offers classes to help with patient care. I had not seen such an email in a long time but had to laugh that this email showed up minutes after I figured out what language I needed to investigate. My next thought was, would I be able to make it to the Burmese class?, as the drive time to and from Ft. Wayne make it a half- day excursion. As if that was not enough confirmation for me, when I clicked on the Burmese class, it was being offered in my town, Wabash in nine days. It makes sense to offer the class in Ft. Wayne where there is a large group of refugees, but at that time the population of Burmese in Wabash was zero, and it is an hour away from Ft. Wayne, why would they offer this class in Wabash…because I needed it, and God was confirming I was to go to Myanmar. He is amazing and He is a God of details. Question one answered.
Question two, who was to go with me? As I had prayed for confirmation the Lord had taken me on a journey which lead me to understand that whoever was to go with me already knew, I just needed to find the person. That sounded simple—not. The next day I went to check on my friend, Mary, who had broken her ankle. When I had visited her a few weeks before she had asked to read the book I had written because she could not put any weight on her ankle for six weeks and she was going stir crazy. I had taken the manuscript to her and she had started reading my book, and she had asked if I knew where my next “adventure” was going to take me, and I had told her that I felt it was Myanmar.
On this second visit she asked if I had gotten any further confirmation about Myanmar, and I shared the story of asking what language I needed to start learning and then finding this Burmese class in Wabash in 8 days, she was surprised also. I told her that my next obstacle was to find out who was supposed to go with me. She had a strange expression on her face, so I asked her if she was the one that was supposed to go, and she responded that she believed she was. When she had finished the book, the last page had spoken of being called to the forgotten people, so she did a Google search on “forgotten people” and Myanmar was the first thing to show up. She had also gotten her passport renewed over a year before because she knew she was going to be called to go on a trip with me.
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About the Book
Years ago, while on a prayer journey visiting a Buddhist country, the Lord gave the author a vision. The vision showed darkness with a stranglehold on the Earth, choking the life out of it. That was not God's heart for the world and it opened the beginning of a new journey and chapter in her life. What has unfolded as she has sought to seek Him and to be obedient, has challenged her, strenghtened her, inspired her and changed her.
Every journey God allows her to go on, opens another part of His heart for the world as she prays for strongholds to be broken and lives set free and changed by the transformational power of Jesus Christ. She has been called to share these stories to help encourage and mobilize God's people to step into His amazing story, the only story worth being a part of, because it is the only one that will matter in the end, because "It's Still About Him!"
He has called you, are you listening? Wherever He has you, He has plans to use you. He is just waiting for us to be available and obedient.
About the Author
In a book titled “It’s Still About Him,” it seems counter-intuitive to write much about the author. The author is of no real consequence; she lives in a small rural community in north central Indiana. She and her loving and supportive husband of thirty-six years are on the home stretch of raising their six children. She is an ordinary woman, committed to the amazing savior, Jesus Christ. She desires to be a blessing and to minister each day in a broken and needy world. She serves as a physical therapist, as a wife, mother, friend, and as an intercessor. What she hopes and prays is that inter-woven in her story, you will see the living God who is not only real, but is calling people to make themselves available to be used; ordinary people, people like her. She was blessed to share what God has done in her life in the book “It’s About Him: Where Listening Leads,” and is excited to share the continued journey in this book.