I wrote this one awhile ago and just tonight realized I'd never published it:
The thing that no one tells you about chasing your dream is that, usually, it requires you giving something up. Sometimes that something is easy to give up. It's bad for you, or damaging in some way, so giving it up is a clear choice. But what about when it's not so clear? What if the thing you have to give up is something beautiful and good? Something that's been used in your life for healing and community. Something that you don't want to give up.
Recently, I've stepped down from a position I had in ministry. I've served in that role for three years. I've made some of my closest friends there and healed from some of my deepest wounds there. I've discovered my gifting there and grown closer to the Lord there. I was happy there. I was effective there. I was content there. And yet....
And yet.
Somewhere along the line, what was good for me became what was holding me. What was keeping me. Why would you want to leave something so good and comfortable for the unknown? For the unseen? For the thing you've always wanted but were too afraid to chase?
Dreams are a funny thing. Usually, our dreams are things that come alive in the secret places. They are things that we think about during idle moments or that we remember when we read a particularly stirring book or blog. Mine have been dormant for awhile. Sleeping somewhere in the backside of my conscious. I would revisit them from time to time, but for the most part I was just waiting for them to come true. Taking no steps toward them - running from them, to be honest. Then a funny thing happened. I took a step. Just a one. But I took a step in the direction of my dreams. And now these dreams that have been quiet and calm and visited only in the dark of the night are SCREAMING. My dreams don't meet me in slumber. My dreams wake with the morning.
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