God is up to something.
Because my dreams are getting antsy.
They're beating at the door of my heart, demanding to be believed.
They've broken me for people I don't know, flowing tears from a bleeding heart.
Dreams to love hurts and feed souls.
Dreams to place hope in empty hands.
Dreams to follow Jesus anywhere...even here.
Dreams to see the impossible happen for just one person...for many.
Dreams to change this world...one ordinary day at a time....one orphan at a time...one young person at a time...one starving family at a time.
My dreams seem impossible to me.
And I could leave it at that.
I could ignore the dreams, the desire to see love become a movement, the yearning to become less so that God will become so much more.
I could accept complacency.
I could accept that there will always be suffering.
I could tell myself that God really can't use me. That the little I have to give won't matter.
And I have. Many times.
But God used a little boy's lunch to feed four thousand people.
Maybe he can use me after all?
There's a phrase that keeps running through my head, dredging up faith.
God doesn't exist to make my dreams come true...I exist to make His come true.
God dreamed me into existence and He wove His dreams within me.
His love was the only motivation.
Love, like an arrow, must have a target.
And His love is aimed at the hearts of man.
I want to be a bow in His hands.
