There is this song I
like by Harry Nilsson….“Dreams are nothing more than wishes. And a wish's just a dream,
wish to come true”. Now he is
singing a song about puppy’s and friends.
But lately, I think I have been a little scared to dream. Sadly, I kind of let myself run from it. Probably because, like the words in the song,
I am afraid that they will become wishes… never to come true.
I know that this is not
where God want’s me. I know that God has
every detail of my life unwrapping like a beautiful gift placed lovingly under
a twinkle lit tree. But I am afraid what is in it. Am I going to like it? Is it going to be hard? Is it going to be
filled with more pain? Is it going to be
filled with good things? Will I find joy
in it? I know the answer is yes to all
those questions. I just don’t like yes
to the gloomy ones.
I want to dream about
the good things God has for me. I want
to know the path we are going to take next after we are done with this season
of our lives. But there are so many questions…so little answers from Him right
now. Dreaming seems a little untouchable
if that makes any sense.
As I have been thinking
about Joseph and his dream, I got to wondering.
I began to wonder if Joseph ever gave up on the dream. I mean at just 17 he was given a dream that
his brothers would bow down to him. I
wonder what he thought that meant. I
mean there wasn’t a laid out plan for how that would happen. They were just doing it. (Gen. 37:1-17)
Did he give up on the
dream when he sat at the bottom of the pit?
Did he give up on the
dream as he watched his brothers sell him into slavery?
Did he give up on the
dream as he served in Potiphar’s home?
Did he give up on the
dream when he was unjustly thrown in jail?
Did he give up on the
dream as he sat in that jail room waiting…waiting on God?
Well, I am sure that
there were days Joseph was wondering what God was doing. Maybe, he lost sight of the dream. Maybe, he questioned the dream himself. I mean it was what got him in this mess in
the first place. I bet there were days
he was full of regret that he ever mentioned the dreams at all to his
brothers. He was human…just like
me.
I cannot escape Joseph’s
character though throughout the story.
No matter what terrible place he found himself, his integrity always
stayed intact. That tells me something
about this guy. It tells me that he didn’t
live his life in pursuit of the dream.
He lived his life in pursuit of the One who gave the dream.
Huh…even as I write
these simple words, God is showing me something so powerful. It isn’t about the dream. It isn’t about figuring out what the plan is for
my life. It is about pursuing the Dream
Maker. If Joseph never had those dreams…would
God still have saved his family the same way?
I don’t know…probably. Because it
never was about the dreams, it was about the heart of a man who had to trust
that dream to God at the bottom of a pit, in a home as a slave, and as a
prisoner behind bars.
God gave me a dream as a
young girl, a calling, to be in full time ministry. He didn’t give me all the directions. He didn’t lay out all the plans. Because it isn’t really about the dream now
is it?! I really think it is about my
heart. My heart needs to be willing to
go where ever God is asking me to go. My
heart needs to feel what God wants me to feel.
My heart must trust the Dream Maker no matter where the dream may
lead. Because in the end it really is not about me anyway. It was not about Joseph
either as we find in this verse…
God has sent me ahead of you to keep you and your families
alive and to preserve many survivors. ~Gen.45:7
It is about what Christ
wants to do in and through me.
So, my prayer is God
here is my heart let Your dreams flow through me as you wish, because….
You are Truth
You are Life
You are the Savior of
our souls!
I will….
GET JOY!