Recently I’ve found myself dreaming. A lot. It’s not that I don’t have a life and responsibilities, but it is true that right now I’m in a season of waiting. And so I dream.
I dream of working with kids. Making little ones smile. Holding tightly those who are sad or scared. I dream of using my nursing education to make a difference. Of being able to advocate for sick kids. Of providing basic health care to those who can’t otherwise manage to get it.
But I wonder will my dreams ever come true? Will I ever be able to do these things? How can I do this without a very large support base, without at least a couple years of nursing experience? Is my dream too big for God?
And as I was contemplating this last night, I actually found myself asking Him that very question: Is my dream too big for you? Seriously, I went to the Creator of the Universe, the Ultimate Dreamer, and asked if my dreams were too big for Him to bring to fulfillment? Shouldn’t I already know the answer to that question?
God has a way of gently responding, a way of loving me past all my doubts, failures, and insecurities. And so He answered me: No, your dream is not too big for me. Keep dreaming. Nothing about when it’s going to happen, or how, or where. Just the calm reassurance that my dreams will never be too big for Him. He knows my heart. He knows where my desires are, what I’m longing for. And He answers. And He calls me to trust that He knows best, that He has a plan, that He loves me.
And so I keep dreaming. And trusting. Because I serve a God who is all-powerful and all-knowing and all-around-amazing. A God who dreams.
