Sometimes we sweat the small stuff.
Major on minors.
Fail to differentiate between the two.
This year, I had a dream – a God-sized dream:
“To draw closer to God and discover His specific plan for me creatively and personally”
At the time I had no idea what a major part it would play in the scheme of things.
This week Holley asked, “Why is your dream worth pursuing, fighting for and seeing through no matter what happens?”
Pursuing it has become one of the most important and worthwhile things I do.
And I have had my fair share of discouragement, plenty of heart-sink moments in the pursuing.
It feels like a battle most weeks to show up and fight for the right to stay focused on the journey.
One vital thing is emerging.
This alone is the best reason to continue:
God gave me this dream and He walks beside me each tiny, tentative step of the way
I’ve been called upon to bare my soul, unlock the past, reveal the skeletons, shake the dust off them, share present struggles, and be bold in the telling.
Each week I have no idea what will emerge to frighten me or enlighten others.
This I do know:
My struggles, pain and problems only serve to enhance the need of God’s presence.
My love for God grows stronger in the leaning and learning.
My faith in His holding power overcomes hesitation.
My desire to do His will magnifies with every step.
And the need to write is a compulsion. I cannot help myself. Words must flow.
“A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself. What one can be, one must be” ~ Abraham Maslow
Now I am finding courage in calling myself a writer and poet and not feel like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, impostor extraordinaire waiting to be found out.
And, believing in this, I can be more open to God’s plans for me creatively.
In a life circumscribed by sickness I come alive in the telling, with words growing strong and healthy even as body weakens and fails.
At this stage I can only glimpse a small piece of the puzzle, with no idea what will emerge in the finished picture.
My part is to stay faithful, adding one small piece at a time, watching as some semblance of form emerges, continue the journey and trust God for the outcome.
Beneath this weary body lies a rod of steely determination and a heart still full of hope.
I’ve started, so I’ll finish (well, perhaps a bit of stubbornness here too).
I haven’t come this far only to give up.
Even if the odds are stacked against me.
Even if it demands more than I ever imagined.
Even if courage only comes in the doing.
Even if …‘the healing doesn’t come, and life falls apart, and dreams are still undone; You are God, You are good, forever faithful One’ – lyrics from ‘Even If’ by Kutless (you can click on the link to hear the song)
No matter what, I know God is faithful and I trust Him to see me through
As long as He graces me to do so, I will pursue my dream and encourage you to do the same!
Linking here with Holley Gerth and the rest of the God-sized dream team
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