My Dream; His Calling

New York City


Drug Addicts, Prostitutes and Homeless

One summer a group of us from Christ for the Nations Bible College went to the inner city of Manhattan in New York on a short-term missions trip. One of the ministries we collaborated with was David Wilkerson’s ministry called the Upper Room — a place where people in need could go for a warm meal, clothing, and to hear the Gospel.

The smell of urine and feces permeated the area. It was not unusual to find someone passed out on the front steps of the building where we were ministering. A lot of people who came to the Upper Room were high and/or drunk. I remember one man passing out on the floor, and it didn’t even phase the others. They just stopped and stared like it was common to see that.

Wall Street Moguls

Some days we just prayed and asked God where He wanted us to go, what He wanted us to do, and who He wanted us to approach. They weren’t always the destitute who were strung out on drugs. Sometimes God wanted us to approach the people dressed in their Giorgio Armani suits. The needy in this world don’t all look the same. Sometimes needy people are well dressed and have a lot of money. But they still need the same Savior and Deliverer as the drug addicts.

New York City
New York City

After one particular exhausting day of ministry, we went back to the YWAM base where we were staying and went to bed. That night God gave me the most vivid dream and placed His calling on my life.


In my dream, I wanted so desperately to HUG God! I went looking for Him, but I couldn’t find Him anywhere. I looked and looked. He wasn’t in the building we were in. I even went to the church, and He wasn’t there either. I went to look for Him on the streets. There I finally found Him at the end of this really long line of broken, sick and hopeless people. I noticed that these people were standing in line to hug Him, so I got in line, too. I’ve been broken, sick and hopeless before. When it was their turn to hug Him, they left His embrace whole, healed and hopeful! Picture dark gloomy clouds before they embraced Jesus, and afterwards they smiled. They were healed. It was sunny. They were made whole, and they knew they had purpose.

“Live in me, and I will live in you. A branch cannot produce any fruit by itself. It has to stay attached to the vine. In the same way, you cannot produce fruit unless you live in me.” (John 15:4).

At last it was my turn to hug God. And as I did, I was made whole, and … He disappeared, at least to my natural eyes. It was then that the people standing in line started to go through MY arms, and they left MY embrace whole, healed and hopeful.


I am first called to embrace God in all areas of my own life. Embrace everything He is and everything He wants to do IN me. Then I will be more equipped and empowered for what He wants to do THROUGH me.

Christ in me and the anointing of His presence is the only thing that will bring wholeness, healing and hope to others as I pour myself out on His behalf. It is Christ through me!

I have not always done this perfectly — far from it! I’ve stumbled and I’ve fallen. I’ve drifted with indifference and have gotten entangled with sin. But that dream has never left me! God will not let me forget it. So whether I write books, speak messages of hope or am at home raising my boys …

…this world WILL KNOW His embrace through ME as I embrace Him first.

Do you remember a specific time, place or event where you felt God was calling you?!

4 Replies to “My Dream; His Calling”

  1. Love this, Julie!

    And I do. But it has a twist (not uncommon.) I had a great career – made pretty good money, was single so had a lot of time. I had been involved in high school ministry, eventually became part of our worship team (& as a part of that, ministered to the recovery community through our Higher Power Celebrations); eventually started a young adult/college connect group and at one time launched and led a Single adults group.

    I remember being in France on a missions trip, and one of my friends who was also our Junior High Director, heard from me for the millionth time, how I was feeling led to work in youth ministry – be a youth Director but that I was torn because God had built in me, a huge heart for worship, too.

    She spoke truth to me that day. She said, “Edie, you have been TALKING about this for years. It’s time to DO something!”

    I came home and asked God to show me what He wanted me to do. And I told Him I was willing – whatever that was, despite finances, my ability, or any human logic. That’s a dangerous prayer, right?

    lol and behold, He reminded me of Keynote Communications, which was then the Creative Arts arm, of Campus Crusade. He reminded me I had connections there as a dear friend had sung with a ministry band. As I explored it and prayed it was CLEAR – this was what I was supposed to do. It married beautifully, my desire to minister to young people and my passion for music and music as outreach. It was SCARY! I would leave my career – depend on support (& my church family rallied around me when I took that leap of faith and shared what God had revealed to me. They were so affirming and supportive); I would be leaving my family and moving to a strange place (Carmel, IN). But there is no feeling like that peace of God when you are right in the middle of His Will!

    Not long after I submitted my application, and shared with my family, stood before my church to make the announcement, did I experience a sudden and acute onset of Rheumatoid Arthritis. I wasn’t going anywhere. And I never did.

    I know I heard God correctly. It would be easy to think I had it all wrong, but I know I heard Him correctly. I do believe the steps of faith I had to take, and becoming a willing vessel fully reliant on Him and His provision, to prepare for my missionary journey, are what prepared me for a very long season of chronic pain, of loss of my career, income, and life as I knew it. Was I willing to walk with Him – through this? Was I willing to serve Him, like this? Was He still good? Was He still my provider? Was He still trustworthy? Did He still love me? Would I still worship Him? I had to go through the process of choosing to avail myself to His Will, and trust Him for good things. Trust that there was a purpose for my pain and circumstances. Rest in Him – WORSHIP Him, when my earthly world was falling apart.

    I am a passionate encourager – I have a message of Hope. I can testify that God is with us in the wilderness & broken places – & that He will REDEEM every tear, every heartache, every physical hurt. When I was sick and couldn’t much else, I could PRAY, so I became a prayer warrior. I can testify to how the Spirit moves in and through our Worship when we open our mouths and assume a posture of worship – that He CHANGES us in those moments, even when our circumstances remain unchanged. I can testify that by opening my mouth and declaring His goodness and with my tongue and by my lips, say His Name and repeat His promises, He will breath life into you when you feel nothing but death and despair in your body.

    And in the most simple terms, had I gone to Carmel IN, I would not have the wonderful husband I have now. I would not have the precious daughter, my only miracle baby (yes, they all are – but for some, having children comes about more easily than it does for others). I may have never had the pleasure and honor of knowing YOU, Jules.

    It is well!

    1. Thanks for sharing, Edie! This —> “When I was sick and couldn’t much else, I could PRAY, so I became a prayer warrior.” That is awesome. You could have just as easily become bitter and turned away from this God who allowed this pain in your life.

      I still remember coming to your house and sharing His heart with you about you. I don’t remember the specifics of the word, but I know it was definitely from His heart. (That is usually how I know it was a prompting of the Holy Spirit when I look back, I can’t remember specifics.) But He has such a heart for you and your worship. He loves it!

      Miss you! It was a pleasure getting to know you over the years. (And if you do move to NC, we will be blessed to continue getting to know one another. IT IS WELL!!!

  2. Nothing as specific as that. I wish I did! But in a million ways, on a million different days He has spoken His truth and He is working out His desires in me.
    Great post, Julie!

    1. Not everyone’s calling looks the same — for sure. I love how you said, “but in a million ways, on a million different days He has spoken truth and He is working out His desires in me.” Girl…you do have a calling. Your life and your words matter. Thanks for sharing, Friend!

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