“God-sized dreams.”
The words had been popping into blog posts all over the internet before I tracked them back to Holley. And I should have known it would be her, because Holley Gerth writes the type of words that give permission to fully live.
Holley writes about God-sized dreams almost as if the dreams are God-sized shapes, rather than God-sized size. She urges us to break off the lid of all that makes us tick, and to let those things rise to prominent place in our lives. What is it that itches in our souls? These God-given desires and inclinations are meant to be pursued; we ought to dare, dream big, live large, take risks, fly high.
Yes! All right! I cheer when I read words like this; as a natural dreamer on a motherhood sabbatical, I’m so there. I have all the stuff that dreams are made of; I have it right here pumping in my veins, right here twirling in my brain, right here in the itch at my fingertips.
But I do not have much time. Dreams take time. Dreaming takes time. Sometimes, all I can muster is a wish.
If you are a mother of young children, or maybe a homeschooling mama, or a working mama, or a working woman at all; if you are a woman laying down your own dreams to help build the dreams of your husband, or care for ailing parents, or beat back a debt, or fight your own debilitating diseases; if you are a mother to a special needs child, the spouse to a deployed soldier, or someone just simply stuck in the thick, mucky work of life, the idea of dreaming beyond our present circumstances may seem daunting, or even laughable. I know.
We have to remember that there are seasons to dreams. Like any other facet of life, our dreams may die or change color; freeze and lie fallow; birth fresh and spring new; grow large, and scatter life with the breeze.
We are not all in a season of dream-explosion, though the whispers may yet be there. The wooing of a dare to dream life-giving dreams may meet with some resistance in our hearts. And that’s okay.
We do need the reminder, “wake up! Start dreaming! Get on Christ’s team!” But if we are on Christ’s team, doing exactly the non-glitzy and unglamorous task he wants us to do already, we may also need to be told that the dream to merely make it to bedtime is a God-sized dream, as well. What we are doing matters. What you are doing matters. Don’t think it too little.
“It is not by might, not by power, but by my Spirit,” says the LORD of Heaven’s Armies… “Do not despise these small beginnings, for the LORD rejoices to see the work begin…” (Zechariah 4:6, 10)
Dream on, then, weary soldier. Dream on, mother. Dream on, wife. Dream on, friend. And if you are in an Autumn or Winter, ask for a fertile soil, because Spring, with all its dream-planting frenzy, will come again.
Thank you so much for these words, Harmony. The door to my sewing/craft room has been closed for so long and sometimes I have wondered when the room will be reawakened. Seasons. Thank you for the reminder. I forget so quickly.
Thank you, Harmony. Your words remind us all that our dreams are so valid, so important. You reminded us as well that our dreams have seasons…birthing new dreams as in the spring, growing them in our minds or in reality bit by bit as in summer, and that for most of us, our dreams can lie dormant in the winters of our lives – awaiting the perfect timing of the right spring to bring them to fruition. Encouraging words, so true, my dear.