I am a bit of a dreamer, a quiet adventurer… Traveling the world seems to pulse through my veins. I catch a glimpse of an atlas or a world map and the grid lines intoxicate me. I don’t know when it began, when God placed the world in my heart.
But sometimes I am afraid to dream. Dreams can be painful.
This dream of mine is one I laid down many years back. It was heart-wrenching, laying it down upon the altar of God. But it was not mine to hold tightly. I placed myself in His hands and settled into the present. I strove to be faithful with the small things I had been entrusted. And this dream I once had lay silently upon the altar.
Unexpectedly, this dream began to be revived. In a moment, everything began to change. From the glimpse of an opportunity to the acceptance of an application in as little as two weeks. My entire life’s path redirected.
Deep down, my soul’s desire is that this journey, this pilgrimage so to speak, will crack through any boundaries I have placed on God in my heart, that through this, He would open up to me a whole new knowledge of who He is, of the power of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and of what He created me for.
Write Your story on my heart, O God. May I be a living testimony of the hope of Your salvation. Amen.
