This is the morning, I tell myself, as I pour the coffee and head out to the picnic table.
It’s the morning I’m going to sit down and write those words, the ones that will be so profound, the ones that will inspire dreamers and push them to chase down whatever it is that’s burning in their hearts.
A smile creeps to my face as I take a seat at my little, yellow-and-turquoise-with-a-flower, table and begin to pound out the words.
And I’m not too far into it all before I feel the honest need to confess something.
I’m a writer at God-sized Dreams, and sometimes I feel like a big fake.
The truth? Is that, lately, I haven’t been doing much, if any, dreaming. Or writing.
And I think back to two and a half years ago, when the dream was so fresh and so exploding out of my heart, and I could hardly contain my enthusiasm for writing all the words about all the stories of our time overseas.
I was so sure it was all going to happen, this book-writing-being-famous-and-known, thing.
And, well…that hasn’t happened.
And lately I’ve found myself in the place of just trying to live…much less trying to dream. (<====Tweet this.)
They all kind of run together.
I’m a follower of my Father, and I try to love Him and live my days for Him. Some days I do better than others.
I’m a stay-at-home-mama to a wonderful little girl, the girl we call Mae, who’s really not so little at all and headed to Kindergarten in just two days. Send tissues and chocolate, please?
I’m a wife who tries to love her husband well and also keep up with the vacuuming and the dishes and laundry (and sometimes the dusting…ick) but I don’t find a lot of time to chase down any big dreams in between those things.
Mae and I will go off on adventures…park and swimming days, even an occasional visit to the little amusement park close to us. We’ll chase the dog and water flowers and read books and eat snacks and do the things that make up our days…and then night comes and the little one is off in her own kind of dreamland…
…and sometimes I’ll pull up my rough draft and think of the what-might’ve-beens. And I’ll wonder, too, if maybe I pulled the plug too early on what I’d always hoped He might be calling me to do.
It’s a hard place to be…in a season of wishing for so much more but knowing I’m where He wants me…
In choosing those moments of being content and knowing that, for now, His dream for me is to just live the life in front of me, the one that greets me with the dingy sound of my cell phone every morning around 6 am (or, ahem, 6:30…), my running shoes staring me down. 😉
I don’t know where you find yourself today, my dreaming friend. Maybe it’s in living a day very close to what I just described. Maybe you’re in a season of waiting. Or, maybe, you just don’t know and you haven’t found the courage or direction to take that next step yet.
I want you to know it’s ok. It really is.
Whatever the day is that might be stretching before you, know that living your life, doing the things He’s called you to…it’s all a part of the dream, too. A part of the journey.
And that journey? It is so, so very important. (<====Tweet this.)
Will you join me and find a way to embrace the season in which He has placed you?
How can I pray for you today? 🙂
Shared by Mel Schroeder