The blank space on the application dares me.
What is your God-sized dream?
Is there a right answer? How much depends on this answer? What will she think of what I write?
Will her eyes grow big, eyebrows raised…Will she think, “OK…that is NOT what I meant when I asked…”?
Will it land my application in the no way pile?
Because my dream, it’s not run-of-the-mill.
I know how many applicants will answer the question: My dream is to write a book, be published, start a business, become a speaker…
All excellent dreams.
As is often the case with me, my dream is different:
It sounds all lofty and noble, until you hear the last part, the from.
I dream of freedom from the effects of childhood sexual abuse.
Oh…um, yeah…good luck with that, right?
Intense, right? Who wants to read about that? Think about that?
At first, I cannot even speak this dream out loud. How can I dream it, journey toward it, achieve it, if I cannot even verbalize it?
No one will be interested in this, I think.
This will bring everyone down. It will make waves, make people look at me funny.
Why in the world do you want to do that, they will wonder–maybe even ask.
…face a fear and express the truth that’s bigger than that fear.
That’s my God-Sized Dream assignment for this week.
My fear? Rejection.
You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit, fruit that remains… –John 15:16 (emphasis added)
I am chosen. And, though this is dream is mine, it is also for you. I pray that, through this journey, I will bear fruit that will remain for you: that you might see the greatness and glory of a God who loves and wants to free you, too.
It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. –Galatians 5:1
Freedom. It’s why Christ died! He wants this for me and for you. In that, it’s a perfect dream.
The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in Him, and He helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise Him. –Psalm 28:7
If the Lord places a dream on my heart, then I determine to trust Him with it. He will be my strength, my shield, my helper. And I trust Him to use his body to carry this out. When I do, my heart leaps for joy.
And you? What are you afraid of? What truth is bigger than your fear? Let’s chat!