The dreams of God are in this room. At one time everything you see was just a dream God placed in someone’s heart. God wants to dream His dream in you.
For as long as I can remember, I have always had dreams. Then I could just see what needed to happen to make that dream come into being, and I would just start building. The first time that I remember it happening was in high-school, God gave me a dream to help build a youth group out of one that was falling apart. So we built it. 20 some years later, it is still going strong.
Even now, I LOVE my job because they literally pay me to dream up and build a Franchise System from the ground up. I am like a kid in the candy store. I love every minute of it.
At some point along the way, I lost some of my ability to dream. Life just kind of sucked it up. Between kids, working full-time, running a household, being a wife – any time left over was spent on survival, not on dreaming.
But then last summer I heard a familiar voice: “It’s time to dream again.” And a sense of relief washed over me, excitement welled up in my soul – God’s not through with me yet.
Yes, some dreams have changed. My fourth grade dream of becoming an artist was crushed by the reality that I really have no artistic abilities. My dream to become a famous singer fell short because: me + microphone + singing = hysterical coughing fit.
Some dreams have stayed the same. I still long to be a wonderful wife, to have my husband as my best-friend, to raise my children to love the Lord and to be responsible members of society. I want to live a comfortable life and retire with a sufficient nest egg.
Some dreams have evolved, although I still dream of being an author some day, I have accepted that writing the next Great American novel is not where my talent lies. I am much better suited to the non-fiction genre.
But there are some dreams I never considered before. I want to be named VP by age 40. I want to always have a job where I can dream and build. I want to help other women learn to dream and advance in their own careers. I want to crush through the glass ceiling and get paid what my male counterparts are paid.
I am sure that along the way, my new dreams will change, some will fade, others will be replaced. But at the end of the day, I never want to stop dreaming. Life is too short.
Dare to dream again.