Tonight as I was sitting in church, I had a realization: "My life is full of shattered dreams". I found myself wondering why I couldn't think of a single dream that had seen fruition. If you think that statement sounds selfish and whiny, I agree....
You think selfish and whiny, and honestly, It sounds that way...That's not the place in my heart the realization came from. Instead, it came from a place in my heart that was broken.
I, like any other person, has had dreams that seemed like they were a part of my very being. I could have sworn there was a fiber of my heart connected to that dream. Yet, I have seen no evidence of the fruition of that dream in my life. These dreams where not little desires that I wished would happen. No, they were the dreams you build your life on. *Oops that was part of the problem.* We all have those dreams. I would say 99% of the time they are God given. However, God given does not mean I have any say in the timing or in the shape of the dream. It may only be a fraction (big or small) of my vision.
So what to we do with these broken, shattered dreams?
I hand them to the Master. Tonight I was remind that I was made of dust. Life had to be breathed into my nostril. Only One created life; only One has no begining. I'm not that One.
My Savior is fully aware of this heart. He holds every piece of my shattered dreams. He alone knows which dreams only appear to be broken and which ones will forever rest in pieces(not trying to quote Rascal Flatts). I do my best to trust Him with that knowledge.
Tonight, my dream is for you to hand over your broken dreams> the "no" or "not now". If your like me, you believe you have some control over what becomes of your desires. You hold on thinking you can somehow make your life work the way you want it to....Sorry. It's a tough lesson to learn, but THAT'S NOT WHAT FAITH LOOKS LIKE.
Hand them over. I promise His hands are lovingly waiting to hold them, to use the salvageable pieces for His plan and to keep your heart available to Him.
In His Name,