I find that as you delve back into that which really makes you
you, you will be surprised at the results. For example, I have loved Ireland
since I was a little girl. It was the one country I wanted to visit (even as
others dissuaded me, "It's so green because it rains so much there":
true, true). I couldn't give a reasonable explanation or even an idea of why it
was in me, it just seemed a part of my soul, the motherland, the place of my
origins and the place where I had always dreamed of being.
The desire never went away, but as you get older, of course,
things start to crowd out what once was so sure and definite. It takes courage
and fortitude to stick to your guns and your imaginings, to know that what you
dreamed of as a child could be true of you as an adult. So many linger, pausing
over the dreams in their souls and then move on, taken away into what could
have been...and forgetting that what could be, should be and...
What is happening now...
It's a crazy, significant, wonderful thing when what was embedded
in your childhood or perhaps even deeper, into what makes you, you, is allowed
to come to life, to grow and live and become more than you could ever imagine, even
after you have become an adult. It may happen that the dream even has to die
and go through various stages of perfection--or perhaps in my case, the dream
stays hidden for a long time and then comes to life and is alive when it is
time...Whatever it may look like, whatever process you go through, in the end,
this is all good because it means you have allowed that piece of you which no
one else could know of and which, at times, you weren't even sure of, to
live...
That's a miracle of God.
I write all this to say that we all need to unearth the dreams the
Lord has placed in us, to bring them back to where they were allowed to live
and breath and move freely. There is a reason and a time and a place for all
the childhood dreams He’s placed in you, whether that’s to have a family or
disciple a nation. That which you may not have even had the words to express as
a child, just an inkling in your soul, is that deepest part of you, who you
were made to be, reaching out. And I don’t mean or believe that eveyr impulse
of the heart is pure and of the Lord—even as little kids, we were sinful. I can
remember growing in my walk with the Lord and looking back on my childhood with
sorrow for how I had treated my mom at times.) Not all of your ‘deepest
desires’ were good. But that pure, innocent idea or ideal that you were aware
of in your soul when you were small—what you were drawn to, what you thought
was so cool, what you could spend hours thinking abiut or that simple though,
like mine, for Ireland or another nation—bring those back to the Lord. Those
may have the inklings of your destiny on them and as you present them to Him,
asking Him to refine and take hold of them again, He may hand them back to you,
with a big smile on His face and just the beginnings of a plan in your head,
and say, “Go.”
And then, by all means, go.
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