Mine is an intellect that loves language and recently I realized I had been using the wrong term. And I was actually missing out because of it.
I’ve got a whole lot of passion for this work, this organization, these people we serve and heal and love and set free in more ways than one. I have gifts and skills and abilities and strengths that are needed here, and I love that. I also had in my head what I thought were dreams for the future; ideas to build on and pour my passion and heart and life into... How could it not work out, really, when it’s all for good and it’s all for God?
But at the same time, it’s been hard. Really hard. And I keep feeling like with every step forward there is a step back, or two or three. And a plethora of difficult conversations and interactions and comments have led to me finally realizing, much to my dismay, that one particular dream just isn’t going to happen.
So there I was, grieving the death of a dream, when the still small voice whispered my love, your dreams are too small.
What I thought was a dream was really only a good idea.
Ideas are good. Ideas are necessary. But ideas are small compared to dreams.
Because an idea can be squashed by one person or a few or even an organization, because they aren’t interested or they aren’t ready or it doesn’t seem to fit in the box.
A dream can’t.
And an idea is something I can probably pull off under my own strength with the right set of circumstances.
A dream requires a bit of the divine to bring it into reality.
I want dreams. I am sad my idea won’t go anywhere, at least for now, but in the big picture of life and truth and destiny, it’s the dreams that transform nations and planets and people and lives; it’s the dreams that open heaven to earth to move mountains and bring hope and healing and peace and light to dark places.
I want to dream big. I want you to dream big. Let’s dream big together.