Ever feel forgotten, invisible? Ever think everyone else seems to know what they are doing with their lives, and you just feel stuck? Me too. It wasn’t always this way, though.
I’ve always have been a dreamer.
In school my teachers used to complain to my mom that I was a daydreamer, and that I didn’t pay attention. They were right: I was, and I didn’t. Often my mind would drift far away to a place where I was somebody important working on top-secret spy missions, ready to save the world with my uber-cool ninja skills, or just relaxing on a beach on a deserted island soaking up the sun.
I was a dreamer through and through, and my life could be anything I wanted it to be … in my head at least.
Somewhere along the way, however, I quit dreaming. And bought into the lie that dreams don’t come true, and if they do, they are for the fearless or lucky among us. (<==== Click to tweet)
I married young to my gypsy man who loves to move (seven times in 13 years!) and had two kids. Between the moves and life happening, there didn’t seem to be any time or money to dream. I settled into life as a housewife and did all the things that housewives do.
I had become convinced that dreams happen to everyone else, but me. I didn’t feel like God had any real plans for my life. I was growing somewhat cynical and feeling like God forgot about me.
“Everyone has a dream but me” became my pouty mantra. I had resigned myself to this “fact” and was good with it.
He had something different to say about the matter. He perfectly timed all of these verses about how God has good plans for His children (Jeremiah 29:11) and God is working everything out for the good of those that love Him (Romans 8:28) to start popping up everywhere. I was all settled in for a good “woe-is-me-life.” and then God started speaking.
How could God use ordinary me with no resources, finances, and definitely no influence to do something for Him? (<==== Click to tweet) My life has been messy and filled with self-doubt, and for a time, I even doubted His existence. I seriously doubted that He had any plans for me.
But, what could these verses mean?
Could the things I possess that I deem ordinary be the very things that God uses for His purposes? The seeds of faith started to grow, and I started to believe that maybe, just maybe, He did have something just for me. (<==== Click to tweet)
I have started to ask myself questions like, “Who am I?” “What do I like to do?” “What makes me burn either with passion or anger?”
I have had to go back to when I used to dream as a kid, a time when anything goes. I’m still holding firmly to the truth that God has a plan for all of His children, and that He created us for special works even before we were born. On the days that I remember and can quiet my anxiousness with His truth, I know that whatever God’s plans for me are they are going to be good (Jeremiah 29:11).
So, while my dream is still a little fuzzy, and I don’t where it’s going to lead, the difference between now and when I started, is that I believe the One that gives good dreams has given me one as well. And I’m willing to wait and see what the future holds. Whatever it is, I know it’s going to be a great ride.
What about you? Do you know what your dream is? Or are you a little stuck in the fuzzy like me?
Shared by: Alecia Simersky
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