Unearthing a Dream

“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light and winter in the shade.”  Charles Dickens

We are born into a world full of contradictions. The word paradox comes to mind. And all we need to do is look at ourselves to see the definition personified.

We crave joy but fill up on the crumbs of lesser things.

Our spirit yearns to fly but we weigh it down with worry.

Light is what we desire but we settle for shadows.

And when it comes to our God-sized dream, we want more than anything to be brave enough to believe it. But, more often, we just bury it because it’s easier than facing our fears. 

Maybe we’re afraid of losing joy once we’ve found it.

Afraid of what others will think and how painful the fall will be once we are in flight, in full pursuit of our dreams.

But can this last forever?

Us clinging to walls, dodging the spotlight, afraid of our own shadow?

I don’t know if I’m speaking to anyone but myself here but I think it’s time to bury fear and unearth the dream God has for us.

And I was reminded as my husband and I worked in our little garden this weekend – I have seen this same plot of ground hold both the dead and the living.

The Lord provides the seasons, the sun, the rain, the nutrient-rich soil. But I, too, have a part to play in how my garden grows. Whatever I neglect will die. Whatever I nurture will flourish.

I have taken this simple concept and really complicated it over the years. But God knows I want to be a nurturer of the gifts He has given me.  

And isn’t that what all His children want? Because our joy is in serving the One who has “made His light shine in our hearts.” (2 Cor. 4:6)
 
We live to glorify Him. 2 Corinthians 4:7 tells us that “we have this treasure (His light) in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.” 

And when you stop to think about that gift – the light inside of us – you start to realize it’s the reason for all the others we are given. 

We’re meant to shine. But the tricky part, at least for me, is getting past the fear that comes from focusing on this clay jar rather than the treasure within.

I’m covered with chips and cracks and sharp edges that need smoothing but that’s not the whole story. And I’m missing the point if I think I’ve got to be perfect before God can use me.

It’s not what I can do, but what He can do through me. Praise God! That’s the point. Good news… it’s not about you either. It’s about “Christ in you, the hope of glory.” (Col. 1:27)
 
And isn’t that the greatest paradox of all?

6 thoughts on “Unearthing a Dream

  1. I just love this: We crave joy but fill up on the crumbs of lesser things.
    Well said, and so true! We are so afraid, I think, to really go all out for what God wants us to do!

    I am reading “The Prayer of Jabez” by Bruce Wilkinson, and this comes to mind after reading your post: Instead of standing near the river’s edge, asking for a cup of water to get you through each day, you’ll…jump into the river. At that moment, you will begin to let the loving currents of God’s grace and power carry you along. God’s great plan for you will surround you and sweep you forward into the profoundly important and satisfying life He has waiting.

    • Kim, Thank you for your kind and compelling words. I love the thought of God sweeping us “forward into the profoundly important and satisfying life He has waiting.” May His blessings sweep over you today!

  2. I am so excited for you Janette! I know God will make the way clear as you continue to seek Him. Thanks for stopping by and God bless you!

  3. Again another post that I feel is directed straight to me..my spirit just jumped at this one like it did on the other you did on dreams…I am hearing Lord, please help me walk out what you are saying and bless this one for sharing through her blog!

  4. Oh wow, Angel–I absolutely love this post–the quote is one of my favorites–you were just “spot on” in every aspect–beautiful and meaningful–thank you!

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