I leave the gardening and landscaping around our homestead to my husband. Everyone on the block prefers it that way.
Escaping to the quiet of the front porch to field a phone call one morning, I glanced down over the wooden railing. My gaze fell on his hostas.
There were hundreds of tiny holes bored right through the hostas’ once-lovely, lush, variegated leaves. Some happy grubs or other such bugaboos (clearly I’m not an insect expert either) had feasted at the expense of this greenery.
And I thought… That’s what my soul must look like right now. Punctured to bits. Feasted on by all manner of contamination.
It was a sure sign I was off track, by miles. My heart-weariness indicated that I was not where I was meant to be. That there was so much more Someone had for me.
I named 2013 my Year of Freedom. God whispered it to my heart—to be done with this enslavement to discouragement and discontent, fear and anxiety, insecurity and worthlessness. Instead, He fanned the flame of a dream.
A dream of healing, of shattering the chains holding me bound to past trauma.
Dreams can be big or small, simple or complex, concrete or abstract.
But true, God-breathed dreams are always for His glory and our good. (<==== Click to tweet)
I might have dreamed of writing a book, starting a business, or traveling to far-off locales. All beautiful dreams. But God had something different in mind for me. You see, He knew that first I needed the true and lasting imprint that comes from healing me from the inside out. Then He could use the other gifts He placed in me to tell about it.
It’s for my good that He is bringing lasting wholeness, the power of redemption, and a long-overdue understanding of His loving embrace. It’s for His glory that I write about it, so others can heal too, and see the power of a mighty God and the tender care of a Father.
God-breathed dreams draw us near to His heart, where He fills it to overflowing so we can share with others. (<==== Click to tweet) These dreams point us to the unique ways in which God made each of us—the ways in which only we can glorify Him and point others to Him.
You might have mad gardening skills. See our Rose of Sharon bush? (I only know it’s called that because I asked my husband, the one with the green thumb.) The fuchsia-lilac blooms are exquisite.
Or you might be a budding entomologist and can tell me what is eating our hostas.
I don’t have those skills.
Praise be to God, He gave me the ability to string a few words together to tell of the wonders He’s working in my life.
This world needs every one of those gifts and skills He placed in us. What are yours? What God-sized dream is God drawing your heart to?
Shared by: Mandy Mianecki
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