I don't dream like I used to.
I'm not talking about the sleeping kind, but the kind that trips up even the most alert and wide-eyed minds, dreams of the future.
When we were kids everyone told us to "dream big," or to "go after your dreams." And when we're older and faced with having to figure out what to do with our lives we are told: "follow our dreams, follow them no matter what anybody else says."
I had big dreams. I dreamed of being a professor (wonder where I got that from...), a brain surgeon, a professional softball player, a best-selling novelist. And whether I fantasized about writing a world-changing Christian devotional, or holding the title of flawless first base(wo)man, I imagined everyone who mattered looking at me with admiration. If that sounds awful, shallow, and prideful...it is. But I know I'm not alone.
Now, when I think about what I want to do with my life, it's easy. I want to lay it down instead of lifting it up. I want to give it all, instead of taking what I can get. I want to glorify the One who built me up from dust and breathed eternal life into me, instead of glorifying the mirror that moth and rust will destroy. That's not to say I don't battle my pride. But God has made changes in my soul. He has opened my eyes to see things bigger than myself, to see Him more clearly.
I pray that He continues this work in me and in all of us, that together we will glorify our Maker, from now until we're praising forever.
Spirit, keep our feet stepping in the paths you've marked out for us. And take our dreams. Let us reimagine them into dreams for You.
