God-Sized Dreams

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Yesterday came and went without me blogging.

Some days are so busy and then it is time for bed.

I'm going to blog about God-Sized dreams today...which is what everyone was talking about yesterday at Faith Barista.




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I've thought about this topic, and to be honest I wasn't sure what to write.  "Dreams" are something I struggle with.....

Do I write about big dreams that I have, and hope that God is along for the ride and that it all works out the way I'd like?

Do I say aloud what I'm really thinking?

Do I dream secretly and know it will never happen---so I learn to forget about the dream, and allow it to grow dusty in the recesses of my heart?

Are dreams meant to be acted on? Or are they just wishes?

Do I dream big, only to be made fun of? Or told that the dream is way too big and will never happen?

I just don't know. I really don't.

I wish I had some profound wisdom about the subject, some sage advice to share.

Alas, I do not.  Believe me, if I did I would tell you. It would feel good to share.

Should I not dream, because it might not be what God wants for me? I don't want to disappoint Him...or myself.

Does God even allow us our dreams? And maybe my dream is not what it should be? God is Sovereign, He knows what would bring true joy to my heart...but so many times He is silent on the topic of dreams. And I am left wondering. And worrying.

Am I way off? Should I settle for the small?

Maybe you can relate?

I have had dreams. Big dreams, but then life happens. The dreams get shelved and most of the time I don't get to go back. Oh, don't get me wrong. I do go back and blow off the dust and peek inside the box of dreams on occasion.  They just seem so big, unrealistic...

and I have dinner to make. Or bathrooms to clean. Or home school to monitor. Animals to feed. Groceries to gather. Clothes to wash. Floors to sweep. Furniture to dust. Bible to study.Friends to visit. Children to love. A husband to grow old with. Letters to write. Magazines to skim. Books to read. Emails to write. Prayers to pray.

And my dreams seem small in the urgency of the every day.

I wonder if I even have the right to dream big about things, when there is so much to do right here?

Dreams of......

Traveling. Writing. Speaking. Decorating. Teaching. Helping.

I am a very aesthetic person. God made me that way. So how does one dream about that?

I communicate through my love of words.  How can this be part of a dream?

I love to meet people, hear their stories.....listen. Is that dream material?

I long to help others in the battle of rights for the disabled. Is that a dream or a cause?

Are my dreams even worthy?

I don't know.

My job is to leave myself pliable in the Potter's hand. He knows things, I don't.

He is the One that can create dreams and watch them take shape.

He is the only One that can.

Yet you, LORD, are our Father.
   We are the clay, you are the potter;
   we are all the work of your hand.  Isaiah 64:8  NIV

 

 

 

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God-Sized Dreams

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Yesterday came and went without me blogging.

Some days are so busy and then it is time for bed.

I'm going to blog about God-Sized dreams today...which is what everyone was talking about yesterday at Faith Barista.




*************

I've thought about this topic, and to be honest I wasn't sure what to write.  "Dreams" are something I struggle with.....

Do I write about big dreams that I have, and hope that God is along for the ride and that it all works out the way I'd like?

Do I say aloud what I'm really thinking?

Do I dream secretly and know it will never happen---so I learn to forget about the dream, and allow it to grow dusty in the recesses of my heart?

Are dreams meant to be acted on? Or are they just wishes?

Do I dream big, only to be made fun of? Or told that the dream is way too big and will never happen?

I just don't know. I really don't.

I wish I had some profound wisdom about the subject, some sage advice to share.

Alas, I do not.  Believe me, if I did I would tell you. It would feel good to share.

Should I not dream, because it might not be what God wants for me? I don't want to disappoint Him...or myself.

Does God even allow us our dreams? And maybe my dream is not what it should be? God is Sovereign, He knows what would bring true joy to my heart...but so many times He is silent on the topic of dreams. And I am left wondering. And worrying.

Am I way off? Should I settle for the small?

Maybe you can relate?

I have had dreams. Big dreams, but then life happens. The dreams get shelved and most of the time I don't get to go back. Oh, don't get me wrong. I do go back and blow off the dust and peek inside the box of dreams on occasion.  They just seem so big, unrealistic...

and I have dinner to make. Or bathrooms to clean. Or home school to monitor. Animals to feed. Groceries to gather. Clothes to wash. Floors to sweep. Furniture to dust. Bible to study.Friends to visit. Children to love. A husband to grow old with. Letters to write. Magazines to skim. Books to read. Emails to write. Prayers to pray.

And my dreams seem small in the urgency of the every day.

I wonder if I even have the right to dream big about things, when there is so much to do right here?

Dreams of......

Traveling. Writing. Speaking. Decorating. Teaching. Helping.

I am a very aesthetic person. God made me that way. So how does one dream about that?

I communicate through my love of words.  How can this be part of a dream?

I love to meet people, hear their stories.....listen. Is that dream material?

I long to help others in the battle of rights for the disabled. Is that a dream or a cause?

Are my dreams even worthy?

I don't know.

My job is to leave myself pliable in the Potter's hand. He knows things, I don't.

He is the One that can create dreams and watch them take shape.

He is the only One that can.

Yet you, LORD, are our Father.
   We are the clay, you are the potter;
   we are all the work of your hand.  Isaiah 64:8  NIV

 

 

 

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• Dream Big (soaringondreamerswings.wordpress.com)


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• Dreams And A Little About My Dad (newauthors.wordpress.com)


• Keep Dreaming... (aaronconrad.com)


• God Sized Goals (markmathia.com)


• Protecting Your Dream (opendoorelo.wordpress.com)


• Failure (awarmcupofcomfort.com)

Just Plain Weary

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There are days when I am beyond tired.

I'm not just sleepy. I don't need a nap.

My spirit is sagging. I am worn down and run ragged.

The race is long and the finish line is no where in sight.

I'm about to give up... or give in.

I am soul weary.

My weariness drives me to the only One who can give me the rest that I yearn for.

The One whose words are true.

The One who walks with me...and on days when I am too weary to walk on my own,

carries me.

Psalm 91:1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. ----- My shelter.

Isaiah 40:31 But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. ---   My renewal.

John 14:27  Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. --- My peace.

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A Moment Of Clarity

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Waiting is hard.

I want to DO something. I want to BE something. I want to SEE the plan.

At times I feel confined. Restrained. Broken...from the waiting. Frustrations seem more than I can handle at times.

I long to know the plan. I want to see what is around the bend.  Get all the tools I need. Be prepared.

Waiting is a struggle for me. In my journal I highlighted these words from a man who understands waiting. Charles Swindoll once said, "Lord, this is your battle. This is your need you've allowed me to trust you for...and I'm waiting for You to do it. I'm waiting for as long as necessary for You to do the impossible."  I contemplate this man's words.

Waiting is not passive. It is difficult. It takes a great deal of my effort to remain still, to trust, to obey. I am not too proud to admit that there have been times in my life, that I've argued with God. Times that I have asked, "Why?!" , "Why me?!", "What good will come from this?" or " Lord, I want this so badly, why won't you allow it?" Arguing with God is exhausting.

"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the LORD. (Isaiah 55:8  NIV) And if I'm honest with myself, do I really want a God that I completely understand? That I would understand all His "why's" ? That I could keep in a small box?  I have trouble understanding tax codes, how to drive a stick shift, or work my MP3 player. If I could understand God, wouldn't that make Him small?

The questions of my heart rise to the surface and I am forced to consider what I really believe. About myself, and more importantly about God.

God, do you really love me? Do you care? Didn't you create me for something greater than this?

The answer is a resounding YES to all three questions.

Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. (1 John 4:10 KJV)

Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. (1 Peter 5:7 NIV)

So, I wait.

Father, please give me the grace to wait patiently on You.

 

 

 

 

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