My God-Sized Dream
For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.
-- 2 Timothy 1:7
Once upon a time I was fearless. Or so I thought. I boldly went forward, using the words God gave me to step on toes, stir things up, make people think. I was not very popular but I was well-read and spoke truth in a broken world.
Except I got tired of the target on my back. I was going forward on my own and getting bloody and bruised every step I took. Hindsight tells me I should have turned to God. I now know that my main issue was in not relying on God to shield me. If only I had cried out. If only.
Instead, I walked away. I was tired and worn out. My dreams seemed silly. How could somebody like me ever make a difference? Better to swallow those dreams and pretend they never existed. Easier to live a quiet life just trying to get along with others.
An easier path. That’s what I thought. But what I learned in the years since then is that when God puts a dream in your heart it never really dies. The longer you resist, the unhappier you become.
So my God-sized dream is to step out in faith, writing the words that God gives me, not caring if those words upset others. Jesus didn’t come to maintain the status quo and He didn’t send me to do it either. Sometimes people need to hear the truth even when it hurts. Or, maybe, especially when it hurts.
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