Yesterday we took a little time out to go to the beach.
The waves break, the seagulls rise and the sun beats down warm on our faces.
I watch the white capped water lapping onto the sand and pulling back out to the ocean. Life coming in and going out with the current and washing debris up onto the beach.
So I sit and listen again to a dream in my daughter’s heart that so closely mirrors my own.
I see her tear up when we read stories of our missionary friends who are providing medical care to children in Africa and telling them about Jesus. She is stirred with compassion when she hears stories of orphaned babies.
I love her heart. So compassionate. So generous.
This is my child who when I buy her something special she gives it away and giving it makes her happier than getting it.
She’s the one who listens so intently at night when I read missionary stories and biographies. And we read the same stories over and over again. For her, they don’t get old.
She’s talking to a mama who dreamed of raising her children in a third world country. I know this feeling that stirs in her heart.
For a year and a half she has asked me to take her on a mission trip to hold orphaned babies because someone needs to hold them.
So I call my good friend, a mama of 6, who has been on the mission field and I ask her if she thinks my daughter is too young to fulfill this dream. She says “no.”
Children in the third world are caring for households at my daughter’s age.
Her dream is a God-sized dream.
And I dream with her. Her dream stirs up a passion in my own heart like the waves stir the ocean floor. I remember God-sized dreams I’ve carried.
But what about that dream we used to have or the one we’ve lost along the way?
2 Kings 6:1-7 is a story of the prophet Elisha and a guild of prophets. They felt cramped under the leadership of Elisha and so they went to the Jordan to each grab a log to build a roomier place. As they began chopping down trees and felling timber, one man’s axe head flew off and sank in the river. It had been a borrowed axe head and this concerned the man who lost it. Elisha immediately asked him to show where the axe head was lost and Elisha cut off a branch and threw it in the spot where it had been lost and the axe head floated to the surface. Elisha then told the man to “grab it” and the man reached out and took it.
We can lose God given dreams along the way like the axe head in the river. Sometimes we’ve felt cramped by God-given leadership and tried to make a dream happen on our own. Sometimes we have borrowed dreams that really weren’t God breathed as our own. Sometimes we just let it sink because we get caught up in working in the moment and it just drops out of sight in the midst of other more pressing issues.
Sometimes we get that little nudge from God or reminder that says, “Show me the spot where you lost that dream.” We think back to that last time we felt passion. We ask God His dream for us.
Then, something amazing happens. God recovers that dream for us and brings it back to the surface in His own timing. And we need to reach out and grab hold of that God-sized dream just as that prophet did with the axe.
Your dream is significant.
It’s God-sized dreams that change lives, move hearts and shake nations.
It is Him alone that fulfills the God-breathed desire in our heart. He is the author and the finisher. He is the completer and the waymaker. He is the God of the impossibly huge God-sized dreams.
So get dreaming.
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