"In me all things are possible
In me all things are made new
All things made perfect in my hands...
So rest your soul "
Ever dreamed of something, worked towards it tirelessly, imagined life as if the dream were the reality, but eventually given up on it? I think most of us have. We all have a deep place in our souls where we dream of what we could be. Our dreams for ourselves were often God's dreams for us, before he gave them to us to dream. I haven't often met someone who's dream bears no relation to who they are - we are usually fairly self aware in our dreaming.
We often give up on our dreams because 'life gets in the way'. We think what we're doing, and what we're busy with all day has nothing to do with what we spend dreaming about in our 'off time'.
What if all the things we think are distractions, or even sometimes a direct attack on our dreams, are actually part of the preparation for the fulfilment of our dreams? For me, my childhood and adolescent dreams are still buried deep in my heart, and for the longest time I thought they were foolish, unenlightened and immature. Recently God has challenged me in a very raw and deep way, not to scoff at and disregard the things he put in my heart. Just because I was a child, or a young person, with less life experience doesn't mean those dreams were wrong, they were simply innocent and uncorrupted.
Sometimes the dreams of our youth are too big for us to handle as younger adults, and we need to mature in order to handle our dreams. We taint the dreams with worldly desires and ambition, rather than waiting for God's perfect hand and timing to bring them forth.
Recently God has taken me on a journey of restoration of the things he spoke to me as a child, and as a young person. Dreams which have been shot down so many times I'd given up on them completely. The word for the season is "I am making all things new. I am making OLD things new". Sometimes in the all inclusive use of the word "all", we forget that that includes the old things. The things we left on the shelf, at the back, and allowed the dust to fall on. The things we abandoned, and shoved in a box and sealed the lid on tight. Right now, God is gently taking those boxes out from the back of the closet, dusting them down, and taking out those dreams, and showing me that now, I might be ready to handle them.
I love this journey because at this point I'd given up on so many of these dreams, that there's not doubt that if any of them happen, I know it's purely and only because He decided it was time. Not only does God restore the dreams he gave, he suddenly opens your eyes to see how all the things you've walked through, which seemed so painful, or pointless, or at times a waste of time, actually makes you more able to achieve this dream in a way that points to Him so much more than you would have if you'd have accomplished things alone, and in your own strength.
My favourite thing about this journey of restoration is that I don't need to fret, worry, strive or push anything. We all have the potential to strive after our dreams, and to push hard to make them happen. Sometimes this is the path that God has for us, and the pushing and working is part of his refining of us in the accomplishment of those dreams. Sometimes however, he wishes to do things without the pushing and striving. He wants us to be so absolutely convinced about His hand in it, that he brings it about in a way which is seemingly impossible. He created the Universe. All things are possible. My story at this point is an accumulation of seemingly impossible events colliding into one massive blessing, which points towards my dream. I couldn't have manufactured any of the circumstances I find myself in, even with all the striving and pushing and hard work in the world. They are simply Him. His work. His hand. Making all things perfect.
And the best thing about this?
My soul can breath. He's got this. His hand is on it all. It's not hard for him. I can breath, exhale, find His joy in the moments, and Rest.
That is heaven, on earth.