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Dream Big, Because God is Bigger


Something my pastor preached on, Sunday morning sparked… no more like ignited a fire in my spirit. His sermon revolved heavily on the dreams and aspirations we all have. Yes, we all have them even in old age, those dreams still swim in our minds. We are made in the image of God—we are made with a passion to serve and worship Him… to glorify Him. That yearning desire you have to ______________ (fill in your blank). We were made to express that ‘uniqueness’ in us… that special little something that The Lord dispersed in YOU, and in a matchless way that only YOU could deliver it. Isn’t that amazing? We are made differently. When I sit and dwell on the fact that God created me to play an intricate role in this world. A part that He made specifically for me, that is exciting! At the same time, it scares me. Our human nature immediately wants to puff ourselves up and think how important we are. Yes—we are important, but NOT for our own selfish agendas.
One of my favorite scriptures, that for me—depicts the essence of God placing desires in our hearts—ultimately for His glory, not our selfishness is Psalm 37:4. “Delight yourself also in the Lord and He will give you the desires and secret petitions of your heart.” This is a scripture I revert to often and know I have quoted in other blog posts… but it is so powerful! If we seek Him and delight ourselves in the Lord, He makes manifest the desires of our heart… the desires that He put there for His greater purpose.

I remember being a young girl—maybe 9 or 10 years old. Instead of watching T.V. in the evenings, I would sit in front of the computer and create stories… write little stories. I had a dream. I wanted to create incredible words on paper… I wanted people to read my creativeness. I would dream of having a shelf full of books with my name on them. I would imagine having crowds of people lined up for my book signings. Is that insane or what?! A young child yearning for this… But that deep passion and yearning to simply write and put words on paper never ceased. In fact, it grew, and continues to do so—especially the closer to The Lord I get. That, to me is confirmation from our Heavenly Daddy—this is my gift to be used to glorify Him.

For those who know of me, may know that I have written for newspapers/magazines/media since I was 18—the last 6 years. After graduating with a journalism degree, I went to work as a journalist for County Life Magazine in Houston County… I had my ‘dream job’ at the age of 21. I was making a name for myself—I even won journalism awards. Bear with me—I’m not saying all this to brag—I was happy in my life, I was content, I was well in my career, a single young women taking care of and providing for myself, and my future. I had the world at my fingertips so to speak…. Then out of nowhere—I hit a wall. The wall encompassed every area of my life. God was tugging on my heart. I was walking with Him during this time in my life, I was seeking Him and His Will, but I did not have a revelation of what it meant to give every area of your life to Him…

He wanted every area. I fought it for months. I noticed little by little, I found menial satisfaction in things that used to excite me in my job. Cover stories became just another story. I became complacent in work and in my walk with God. I began straying to people and places I had no business being. I was seeking something. I was seeking that ‘high’ that used to fill me when I would see my name in print. Something was missing….
After months of running from God and His promptings, I reluctantly handed in my resignation letter and two-week notice. I had been offered another position with another news media (not a writing position) in another town. My flesh did not want to go, but in my spirit, I knew this is where God was leading me. I was torn and confused—God is not the author of confusion, but I was creating the confusion with my stubbornness.

Point of this story is… I was using the talents, gifts and passions The Lord embedded into my heart and soul before I was even born, for my own gain! My heart and mind were focused on ‘me’. I was not giving this part of myself to God and He wanted it.

This was a testing period. I hadn’t recognized it then, but God had removed my props of life. Everything I put faith in to help me ‘feel’ complete, He had knocked out under my feet. I had nowhere to turn for comfort except to Him. This was the beginning of my ‘pruning’ process if you will. This was a quiet and very tough time in my life, but I am forever grateful for having gone through it.

I don’t believe it was against God’s will for me to be writing for a media outlet… but I was becoming self-absorbed in successes. I was being a glory hog and not giving God the praise for the places He put me at and, the talent He made manifest in me... Make sense? I didn’t understand this for about the first 6-months after I relocated. Then on New Year’s Eve of 2011, I had a tenacious tug on my heart to sit down with my laptop and Bible… and write. Nearly 10,000 words later, I went to sleep. The Lord placed His words, His work in me… Whether anyone ever reads those words (which has now grown into 57,000+ words and 160+ pages) or not, is none of my business, it belongs to God.

My pastor ended on Sunday with the question… What is the dream or passion The Lord has entrenched into your being?

Ask Him to show you how to glorify Him with the gifts He has given you. Ask Him how to lead you into an everlasting growth in Him.

"I am convinced and sure of this very thing, that He Who began a good work in you will continue until the day of Jesus Christ [right up until to the time of His return], developing [that good work] and perfecting and bringing it to full completion in you.” Philippians 1:6

...And remember, don't be afraid to Dream Big, Because Our God Is Bigger! 

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