I remember it like it were yesterday. I was visiting my sister. Enjoying a long bath in her sea green bathtub. I loved being at her house because even though I didn’t grow up there, she was there, and that made her house like home. It’s funny how you can be very different from somebody and so much alike. Her housekeeping had my mom’s presence all over it even though Mom was really no longer with us. They cleaned and decorated the same. And so a trip to my sister’s tiny farm house was indulgence of the TLC kind. I was home.
It was a much needed break. I had been a missionary of sorts for six years. My Africa had not actually been in a foreign land, but it was a land that required a lot of love, bravery, and rejection. My time there was almost up, our family would be moving soon, and God was stirring something new inside of me. As I enjoyed my bath I heard a whisper, “…the book is about the Marys. You’ve got the research. Write it.” My spirit jerked. And as I had done ever since my hair was in braids and freckles big on my face, I couldn’t wait to tell my big sister. I never could keep a secret.
I think this dream of writing a book had lived inside of me since the days when I looked like Laura Ingalls. But the demands and chaos of the blessings in my life had pushed it way down deep until it could come up for air again and breathe. Now God Himself had breathed new life into the dream and gave it purpose.
I loved my sister’s response. She simply yet very motherly said, “Okay, but you have to wait to write it until you are moved!” I can still see her stern blue eyes and feel the knowing of her wisdom. I love that she didn’t doubt me or laugh. I obeyed.
Having the vision of God is the source of patience because it gives us God’s true and proper inspiration….you always know when the vision is of God because of the inspiration that comes with it. Things come to you with greatness and add vitality to your life because everything is energized by God. He may give you a time spiritually, with no word from Himself at all, just as His Son experienced during His time of temptation in the wilderness. When God does that, simply endure, and the power to endure will be there because you see God (May 2, My Utmost for His Highest).
Are you waiting for the dream to be fulfilled? Or are you waiting to receive the vision, the dream that gives vitality and inspiration? We are either in one place or the other.
This is what I’m learning:
He wants us to love Him first. We must be very careful to love the Giver of the vision more than the dream. If we’re disheartened or discouraged, we must go back to the Source of it all.
Sing to Him today. Fall on your knees before Him. Soak in His words. Be refreshed. He has many gifts and dreams for us, but He is the best of all.
What dream/vision are you waiting for?
No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love Him (Isa. 64:4).
Much grace and peace,