I’ve been reading a lot of books lately that all have the same theme: dreaming big. Some of the books are about dreaming big for God. Others are about just dreaming big, setting goals, and conquering things with shear willpower. I’ve also been reading blog posts and online articles about vocation that touch me deeply.
When I was a child, my dreams were very simple. I wanted to be married and have a family. I wanted to live in a big old house with an attic. It wasn’t that I wanted a big=expensive house. I wanted big=old house. I wanted my house to be filled with love, laughter, books, and music. I wanted to adopt children. I loved Jesus and I wanted my future family to go to church together on Sunday mornings and evenings.
As I entered junior high and then high school, being a stay at home mother no longer seemed acceptable and so I traded that dream in for the dream of become a teacher, a CPA, or English major. I was accepted to college and signed up to be an English major with a minor in education. However, at the last minute, I gave up all of the scholarships and decided to marry Ed. After all, this was my original dream!
Achievement seems to be the end goal of dreaming. What can you achieve for God? How high can you climb the ladder of success in your job? I often feel small when I’m reading these books. But then I hear God’s voice in my ear or read something that reminds me…I am living my dream. I live in an old house with an attic. Our house is filled with love, laughter, stacks and stacks of books, and beautiful music. There is a flower garden outside. We attend church together on Sunday. And best of all, three children that I am so blessed to love, care for, and educate. We’ve adopted. Our home is a place of safety and healing. I am living my vocation, my calling. I am doing exactly what God created me to do in this season. I am content.
Be encouraged. No dream is too small. Living out the life God called you to is a beautiful thing!
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