Let Them Dream God-Sized Dreams
In this final installment of this "Let Them" series, I am feeling nostalgic and hopeful; Nostalgic for cultivated tender years and hopeful that perhaps my children will one day nestle into their childhood memories wrapped in warm nostalgia. And when they slip into the crevices of their past, I pray their path is cushioned with big dreams. God-sized dreams.
As my children journey through their memories there will always be shards of broken dreams littering the way, and that is OK. For some dreams are white-washed and need to be shattered in one sacred breath by The Cornerstone. Other dreams are nothing short of God-breathed. These are the spaces of our lives where Christ is most evident; Where I leave off and my God is all that remains. And who's to say this can't all be accomplished in the tiniest of frames? Who's to say a toddler is too small for God-sized dreams? Who's to say your 4 foot, nuthin' son cannot be the link to eradicating extreme poverty? Who's to say your teenage daughter cannot be a voice for the voiceless, braces and all? If your children come to you with dreams so big your breath catches in your throat, let them. Let them dream and let them pursue those dreams, no matter how impossible or elusive they may seem to be.
Dreams, fulfilled and broken alike, all reflect the handiwork and brilliance of our Savior. In wholeness or brokenness all we have, are and hope to be is cocooned in our Creator. He alone knows what vibrant colors will emerge to take wing.
Let them dream, let them soar!