The Weekend Brew: The Courage to Dream
I use to believe that my heart was void of dreams. At some point along life’s path, I’vc forgotten how to dream. Can a heart every really be without a dream?
For is not a dream the weight of an expectant heart, fully pregnant with the hope and promise of what could be?
I have some big and scary dreams in my heart — at least they are too me. There are moments when I want to dive head first right into the center of them. But most of the time, I hold back. I breathe in deep, forgetting to exhale to release the dreams that lay waiting to be birthed. I wait, and wait, and wait, asking God to give me a sign, a vision or a word of confirmation that my dreams are really what He desires for me.
It’s taken me some time to realize that God put these desires in my heart. These big and scary dreams, they were birthed in the heart of God for me. I want to be brave, to walk forward, to throw caution to the wind; yet still I want to make sure that His will is accomplished through the pursuit of these dreams. I don’t want to do anything that isn’t a part of His plan.
This past week a dear friend began to help me to dream again. She took my hand and said, “let’s go!” It’s so like God to send a kindred spirit to help me to hear His voice, the same voice that was whispering His approval all along.
And I can hear Him saying, “Come on, My Daughter, I’ve been waiting for you. Let’s go!”
My dear friend has given me the courage to dream again. And God has been waiting for me all along.
And so I go, confidently, in the direction of my dreams.
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