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Dreaming, Here I am...

I am a dreamer.  I am always thinking of the next big way to make money or make a difference in this world.  I have made stuff out of duct tape, sold Mary Kay, currently sell Avon, but let me tell you, that isn’t even the half of it.  I have thought through not-for-profit scenarios in my head, started ministries, have imagined owning a craft boutique, a wedding planning/event planning business, a pumpkin patch/orchard, a flower shop and about 700 other things.  It has gotten to the point now where my husband just smiles and nods because he know that I am a dreamer and if I am still talking about a month later, then we address it.  I have gone as far as to check on rent in buildings, make business plans, but I don’t have follow through.  Right now I have a finished novel sitting here waiting to be submitted to someone somehow, but it is pretty confusing, so I haven’t done it yet.  Dreaming for me is a blast.  Planning all the little details of something is fun for me.  Unfortunately the little details take time and money and I loose my motivation. 

Last night I couldn’t sleep, yet again, but only after I was woken up by one of my precious babes that ended up in bed with us.  I moved out to the couch to seek relief for my back (which didn’t help at all, but I was able to sleep), while lying there, I was able to look out my front window.  Now you all have most likely heard me complaining about country living, but one of the best parts about country living is the stars.  You can see forever and see all these beautiful stars on a clear night. 

God is a dreamer.  Look around you.  Just look at your fingers moving as you type this morning.  How on earth could THAT have happened by accident?  How could the brain have told the fingers to move by accident?  How could each of us have our own personality by accident?  How are we made important to people by accident?  Fortunately for us – GOD HAS FOLLOW THROUGH! 

He makes some of us dreamers, dome of us doers, some of us dreamers and doers, and he makes some of us happy and content to be where we are.  What we have to decide and figure out is what our calling is.  What is GOD’s dream for our life?  There is a song that I just love.  We used to sing it in chapel at college and you just can’t help but close your eyes and pray it as it is going.  So this is my prayer, my devotion and my hope for today and for my life.  THIS is what I long for.

I, the Lord of sea and sky
I have heard my people cry
All who dwell in dark and sin
My hand will save.

I who made the stars and night
I will make the darkness bright
Who will bear my light to them
Whom shall I send?

Here I am Lord
Is it I Lord?
I have heard you calling in the night
I will go Lord
If you lead me
I will hold your people in my heart.

I the Lord of snow and rain
I have borne my people's pain
I have wept for love of them
They turn away.

I will break their hearts of stone
Fill their hearts with love alone
I will speak my word to them
Whom shall I send?

Here I am Lord
Is it I Lord?
I have heard you calling in the night
I will go Lord
If you lead me
I will hold your people in my heart.

I will hold your people in my heart...

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