Chosen Dreams

Today I had some pretty sweet time with God. He spoke to me about dreams. More like He explained to me about dreams. That dreams begin not in our sub-conscious, not in a sleepy moment in time...but the dreams of my heart began first with Him. Every dream I have in my heart is from God. What makes this all the more amazing to me is that after conceiving the beautiful, impossible, and intangible dreams He CHOSE me to give them to.

He thinks them up. Then He decides who in ALL the world is BEST suited and MOST equipped to tackle the task of making His dreams become reality. He CHOOSES.

He CHOSE me.

Of all the scars in my life, in my heart those that have resulted in not being chosen are the ones that cut the deepest. In life I have, more times than I care to acknowledge, given every ounce of my mind, body, and soul in hopes of being chosen. And SO very many times I have fallen short of someone else's standard. Rather than being chosen I have been rejected or with a smile been given that second place ribbon.

The "good enough" of our culture and our world seems unattainable to me. I will never be "good enough". There will always be someone more beautiful, or smart, or funny, or athletic, or place adjective here...

But guess what?! GOD CHOSE ME.

And not only did He choose me to be His little girl, the apple of His eye, the sparkle in His day that makes His whole being SMILE...

But He also chose ME to be the vehicle to some of His most IMPOSSIBLY EXTRAVAGANT DREAMS.

He chose me.

Sometimes I forget.

Too often in my life I get caught up in the "not good enough" game of our world that I forget that He CHOSE me to fulfill His plans and His purposes. He believes in ME.

HE BELIEVES IN ME.

Sometimes I forget.

I am a dreamer. I think my Mom might say I am an impossible dreamer. And I take it as a compliment. When I think about DREAMING and having DREAMS there is NO part of me that will settle. My dreams are impossible...and I wouldn't have them any other way.

My dreams were given to me as a gift, for me to run with and share and create and nourish.

Sometimes I forget.

My life is not my own, and neither are my dreams. My dreams are NOT my own...And as I take that into consideration and I begin to remember that my dreams ARE God's dreams it makes the impossibility of them suddenly POSSIBLE.

[He] is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine. - Ephesians 3:20

For nothing is impossible with God. - Luke 1:37

I gain a TREMENDOUS sense of HOPE and ENCOURAGEMENT when I remember that my dreams are God's dreams. He CHOSE me to give these dreams to. He BELIEVES in me. He KNOWS that I am the RIGHT person to give these dreams to in order to see them come to life.

I want to be the kind of person that partners with God in making HIS dreams come true.

I don't want an ordinary life. I dream of adventure, and romance, and transformation, and peace. I want to be a HISTORY MAKER.

He CHOSE me.

And so I DREAM...