“Having gifts that differ
according to the Grace given us,
let us use them…” Romans 12:6
Each one of us has been given different gifts. Gifts of Grace from our Creator. These gifts are the empowerment to bring Glory upon the Earth in an unique way that God designed only you to do. Each time you use your gift you are partnering with God to leave an everlasting Holy imprint of that partnership. Like a fingerprint made with your finger and His Glory-filled ink. But this partnership doesn’t just happen. It’s not accidental nor coincidence. It requires faith and stewardship.
Most people associate stewardship with money. When really it has to do with wealth. What’s that you say? Isn’t wealth and money basically the same thing? I would answer with a resounding, “No!”
While we may not all have bank accounts filled with lots of commas and zeros, the redeemed do all have an account overflowing with the riches of Christ.
Did you know you were wealthy? You are!
One day Jesus told a parable about a man who went on a journey (recorded in Matthew 25). Before he left he gave some of his wealth to his servants to manage -each ACCORDING TO HIS ABILITY – and he expected those servants to multiply what they had be given. The man give one servant five talents, another two and yet another one talent. (Talents here was an amount of money not a skill in the way we use this word in modern times.)
There are so many things that keep us from multiplying the wealth that we have been given. One of the big ones is COMPARISON. We think we all should have the same and when we notice the differences we have bad thoughts. Thoughts of bitterness, jealousy, self loathing, pride. This is why in the Word we are encouraged to consider ourselves with “sober judgment” and “not to compare ourselves with one another.”
Another reason we are unfruitful is having an inaccurate perception of God and his intent for us. In the parable mentioned above the servant given the least amount buried it in FEAR. Although he preserved what he was given, he did nothing to multiply his gift. The excuse he gave his master was that he SAW HIM as harsh, unjust and greedy. Unfortunately, that servant’s perception became his reality!
But the biggest reason we don’t steward our gifts well, why we don’t multiply the wealth we have been given? Forgetfulness! What do we forget? We forget we are forgiven, the Grace of His Salvation (2 Peter 1:9ff)! In forgetting this we discount who God is, His Love for us, and become blinded to our calling.
We forget who WE ARE!
You we were created with unique gifts. When you were filled with the Holy Spirit you were empowered to use those gifts to impact the world with and for the Glory of God. Have you forgotten who you are? Are you aware of the gifts you’ve been given? When we are using our gifts as God designed we feel fully alive. This is good news!
What is that you are doing when you feel fully alive? This is most likely one of your gifts. Is there a way for you to better steward that gift? Put another way, is there something you can do to invest in yourself to make that gift multiply in your life?
“Having gifts that differ, according to the GRACE given us let USE them…”
Begin today using your GIFT!
Do you have questions about finding and stewarding your gifts? Ask them in the comments or send me a private message.
This is your #gracefilledmoment with Debra Bell.
Today while my children and soon-to-depart husband napped, I spent time weeding an old flower bed in my yard. Two years ago we planted this bed full of tulip bulbs to bloom about the time our daughter would be born.
Once those beautiful and memorial blooms faded and died this bed became home to overgrown weeds and bugs. The following year only 5 or 6 of 60 untended tulips pressed up through the earth. With my new found success in the pot garden, I got inspired to tackle this weed filled beast and plant food producing plants. Cantaloupes (and maybe another zucchini) are in our future!
As I turned the soil, removed the weeds and discovered what insects were living there I was reminded of a passage. In Matthew 13 Jesus tells the parable of the sower in which the heart of man is illustrated as soil. In the parable some of the soil was beaten down, some was shallow, some was riddled with thorns and some was good – ready to receive seed and be fruitful.
I learned from my father who has gardened his whole life that even good soil needs to be turned and crops rotated in order to remain fruitful. For example, you wouldn’t want to plant tomatoes year after year in the same spot, in the same soil. The nutrients of the soil would eventually be depleted and the crop would dwindle or worse. Also time, water and pressure makes the ground hard and difficult for roots to grow in. Therefore, each season the soil needs to be turned up or tilled.
“How do you till the soil of the heart?” I asked as my spade dug a clod of dirt and clay. I clenched it with my gloved hand and crushed it. It fell to pieces. The roots of weeds were exposed and easily removed.
“The sacrifice you desire is a broken spirit. A broken and repentant heart you will not reject, O God.” Psalm 51:7 NLT
Tomorrow my husband will board a plane for a job in a foreign land. It will keep him away for a year. I am taking time at the dawn of this season to till my heart. Brokenness is easily found on the the horizon as I grieve his leaving. Taking the interpretation of repentance referring to direction rather than a word for apology, I pause to re-focus on the truths that hold my course on this journey. (Blog tip: Each highlighted line is a link to a related article.)
He created and knows EVERYTHING and still knows me, loves me and wants me.
Worshipping this morning I listened to this song. It would be the link to the one point above that doesn’t have one. “You Know Me” Bethel Music with Steffany Frizzell
I embark on this new season, to be honest, with a little anxiety…but a lot of hope too. Much is unknown and unfamiliar but I have anticipation for great surprises and a fulfilling adventure! If you think of it – please keep my family in prayer.
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Faith is being sure of what you hope for and certain of what you cannot see. Faith is trust between lovers. But I had turned it into a negotiation technique: if I believe a thing and act accordingly then God is obligated to act on my behalf. This is not faith and this is not a love relationship. This is false intimacy – an illusion of closeness. And it’s this illusion that caused me to fall so hard after the loss of my two little ones. Looking through Grace allowed me to see God and rebuild a relationship again without my illusions.
This was probably one of the hardest times in my life but it’s one of my favorites. God and I came into a relationship I only talked about before. He allowed me to feel whatever grief I needed to and I allowed Him to show me His love and wisdom through Grace. He got my head screwed back on straight and helped me through the process of healing.
We had decided to go ahead with our last round of IVF instead of waiting until Jonathan returned home from his deployment. Our last two little ones who had been frozen for a few months were my final hope of starting a family. Looking back now I know it was my anxiety that just wanted to push to get this over with. Success or failure didn’t really matter – I just needed to move on from waiting.
It snowed that November in Seattle. Old friends who just happened to move to the area let me stay with them for a few weeks over Thanksgiving. They were renovating an old house and they let me sleep in the basement bedroom – one of the few rooms that still had a floor. The house was cold, drafty a shell of what was soon to be a fabulous home. Most of their things were in storage until the house was finished but they did have a couple chairs, a bed, a small TV and a very fabulous coffee maker. My friend told me it cost more than her first car. It’s the kind that grinds the beans fresh for each cup with a touch of a button. You can choose the strength and it even has one of those steaming gadgets if you want to foam your milk. I surely drank too much coffee those days but it was nice to curl up with a cup in one of the two chairs in the house and chat with my friend. It was also at this time, fabulous coffee in hand, that I started to write about Grace and destiny.
I have to admit I didn’t enter this round of IVF with as much Faith. Last time it had honestly never crossed my mind that it wouldn’t work. But this time I had a different perspective. I went in leaning much more on Grace than Faith and simply hoped that “Perhaps the Lord might act on our behalf”. Though I slept on a blow up mattress, Grace remained my featherbed. As I fought off worry, Grace was a comforter and support. Despite my brokenness I felt a certainty. I no longer struggled with whether or not God was good. I knew He was. I didn’t wonder if He loved me. I knew He did. And no matter what the outcome of IVF I knew God was for me wanting to see me reach my destiny.
I can’t tell you exactly how I came to be so certain. But after I opened myself to see God through Grace something happened. I lay there sobbing until the tears were all gone and I found a vulnerability and dependency that said, “I trust you.” I trust that your goodness is not dependant on my favorable circumstances. You are unchanging. I trust that you love me now and always because you said nothing could change that – I was the one who added the rules of performance. I trust that you are bigger than me, see better than me, know more than me, so no matter how it looks you are on the sidelines wanting the best for me, not trying to see me fail or teach me a lesson. Anytime I started to think about something that didn’t line up with these truths I knew my thinking was wrong. These will never change:
God is Good
God loves ME and
God is for me not against me!
I did everything just like they told me. Count these days, take these tests, and show up for this procedure. It felt just like last time. But I left the office with a glimmer of hope, “What if THIS was IT!?” I knew what to expect this time for the “Two Week Wait” but it didn’t make it go any faster. The nervous anxiety clung to me everyday until my blood was drawn. It just so happened to fall on my birthday. When she called I could tell in the nurses tone before the words came that the results were negative. I wasn’t pregnant, again.
I got that call while traveling with family on the East coast. We were touring DC and that day we visited the Holocaust Museum. I grieved but there’s nothing like the Holocaust Museum to put your life in perspective. Reading and viewing life size depictions of Holocaust victims made living without children like an easy sacrifice. And I left feeling grateful for my life.
I decided to spend the rest of Jonathan’s deployment traveling and visiting family and friends who would help strengthen me while grieving. I did a ton of soul searching and spent countless hours in prayer, worship, and writing. I got back into kickboxing – an old love – and reaped the physical and therapeutic rewards. I don’t know of a better way to work out frustration than to pummel and kick a bag with all your might. It was a cleansing and clarifying time.
When Jonathan returned home after seven months away we focused our attention on reuniting and rekindling our connection and not on family building. Although deep down in our hearts we had a hope that God would do something supernatural that wasn’t something I wanted to put any emotional or mental energy into. We even found ourselves dreaming about the benefits of life without children: more free time, more money, less stress, more sleep. We integrated back into our church family after both having been gone. I rejoined our community but stayed out of volunteering for a little while. Most everyone there knew our circumstances and despite my request for people to stop praying for me to get pregnant and have a family, they didn’t. Obviously I still had some unresolved anger, but I was working on it. Slowly I got back into ministry. It just felt good to be giving to people and I had so much to share about how God had been with me in hard times.
I think we had been home about a year when someone from church came up to me and said, “I think I have something that will change your life!” I was hesitant but asked what it was. She explained how she knew someone who was pregnant and was considering adoption. I thanked her for the news and said she could keep me posted but I wasn’t initially excited about the idea, even more so since it was just a “what if” situation. Jonathan had always been open to adoption. Not just babies but children from around the world. He has such a big heart. I, on the other hand, wasn’t interested. I’m still not sure what my issue was – no doubt it was based in fear of something. Regardless, I told Jonathan about the news and allowed myself to be a little excited about the prospect of a baby. Hardly anyone knew about the woman, she went to another church in town, but still some talk about her situation could be heard that made me guard my heart against hoping. I didn’t need anymore disappointment. I trusted God; as I said before, I knew He was good and that He loved me, I just wasn’t sure I could hear Him clearly on this issue. That was not the case for those around me; they prayed with faith for things I wouldn’t allow myself to dream of anymore.
It was February when I got a phone call from the woman, I’ll call her Mary. She knew I knew about her and her situation so without explanation she asked if Jonathan and I wanted to meet her and her husband to talk about it. We set up a time for later that week. I was nervous but allowed myself to get a little excited. My position at church was a public one. So Mary knew me but I didn’t know anything about her except what others had told me.
That day we drove just a few short miles from our house to a little shop where we met Mary and her husband. After a few handshakes and brief introductions we sat down at a small table. She looked over at me, gently laid her hands a small blue hat box and pushed it across the table saying, “God, told me to give this to you.” Inside the box was a DVD of her ultrasound and a small crocheted blue blanket she had made for the 20 week old little boy that grow in her womb. Mary’s story of regret and redemption is a beautiful one. One that is not for me to tell perhaps one day she will write it herself. Until then let it be said that she sought God’s guidance for the destiny of that little boy and she found His finger pointing at us.
My heart leapt! But I grabbed it and stuffed it back into a safe place of doubt before moving on. I took the box without knowing what to say. “Thank you?” I actually don’t remember what I said. I remember us talking about some realistic details and the four of us prayed together. From that moment on, to Mary, I was the Mommy. I went to every midwife appointment and ultrasound. We visited and got to know each other. She asked us to name him, said she’d call him Mr. Wigglesworth until we did. When time came for delivery she called Jonathan and me and we were with her the whole night.
My eldest son was born by an amazingly strong woman, her husband and closest girlfriend by her side. Jonathan cut the cord and from that moment on he was ours. In a instant I was a mother.
I hadn’t dreamed of it this way but now I couldn’t dream of it being any other. And the miracles didn’t stop there. When our firstborn was 5 months old I got pregnant without clinics, drugs, planning or trying. I know I know you hear this all the time. Someone adopts a baby and then they stop thinking about getting pregnant – they are so relaxed it just happens. I don’t know how many people told me I just needed to relax and “it” would happen. But I was not relaxed and that is not what happened. Motherhood was an identity I had to adjust to. Being a mom is hard. The exhaustion alone caused emotional and physical stress, Jonathan got orders to deploy again and a legal battle around the adoption was ensuing. Relaxed was not the word to describe me. No. This was an outright miracle! My 13 year long medically documented infertility, blocked fallopian tubes, had been healed! And nine months later: our second son was born.
We were in awe of God’s sovereignty. His Love, Grace, and Mercy amazed us. Even when I was faithless He was faithful – I just didn’t understand it, I just couldn’t see it. But hindsight vision is 20/20 and I never again struggled like I did back then. Even when trials came I had these miracles to remind me that God is faithful, like the Israelites had the 12 stones from the Jordan River as a testimony of what God had done.
After yet another military deployment Jonathan and I discussed having another child. We didn’t even consider whether or not we could. We simply decided and nine months later a little girl joined our crew.
My family is a miracle. The creative hand of God at work. I continue to live each day by His Grace, my Faith ever growing, and knowing that there is still so much more to come.
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I felt I was entitled to it. I mean I am blessed right? I have the favor of the Lord. I am the daughter of the King and He has promised his blessings and inheritance to me. There is no reason why this wouldn’t work out in my favor. I sought His wisdom before I started – no resistance was discerned, no indication that He was against the decision. Prophetic words were given over and over that this was in my future. I stood on that. I stood on His promises. I declared His Words. I walked in faith. I bathed it in scriptures.
Hope was high.
Everything in the natural seemed to be lined up in my favor. I spent months of proclaiming, declaring and standing. So when the news came that it didn’t work, I was shaken!
We had been married for about a year when my husband and I decided to have a baby. After several unsuccessful months I decided to go in for fertility testing. I had been tested years before and was documented to have infertility but I had hoped I was healed and that it had changed. When we didn’t get pregnant right away I suspected it hadn’t. Testing confirmed my fears. For anyone who has wanted to get pregnant and couldn’t you’ll be familiar with the emotions of fear, anger and desperation that quickly assaulted my thoughts.
“I’m never going to have a family.”
“Why is this happening to me?”
“What’s wrong with me?”
“How come all these people who don’t want to have babies keep getting pregnant?”
“Why, God, why?”
“Will I ever have a baby?”
“Is there something I can do?”
After much discussion, research and prayer Jonathan and I felt God gave us the go ahead to pursue “alternative” methods to getting pregnant. We saw the doctors, discussed all the options and due to my type of infertility pursued the only medical option we had: IVF (in vitro fertilization.)
Jonathan and I believe life begins at conception so we didn’t enter into this decision lightly. The process of IVF means that life for our little ones would begin in a dish. The potential of there being way more lives then we planned on adding to our family had to be discussed. We agreed that how ever many lives lived in that dish would be the number we would have. If that meant we had 7+ children, then so be it. We also made “embryo adoption” plans in our Wills for our little ones just in case once their lives began – ours unexpectedly ended. We tried to foresee and cover all the moral obligations we could to protect and care for the lives of our children.
With Jonathan’s overseas deployment quickly approaching we pushed to get the ball rolling before he left. Our hope was I would get pregnant and be nearing delivery when he returned to the United States. It sounded easy. Count these days, take these shots, have this procedure and BAM – you’re pregnant!
If only that were so.
Jonathan completed his part of the procedure and off he went to “the sandbox” as they call it. My sister joined me for my procedures and Jonathan attended by phone. They were able to extract nine eggs from me and placed them in a dish with Jonathan’s “little swimmers.” And “ta da” nine little lives of our family began. But on the third day of their young lives only four remained. We grieved for the five but remained hopeful for the remaining embryos. By day five these four remained strong ready for a continued chance to live. The doctors said they couldn’t have looked better. We decided to have two implanted – hoping for twins – and two frozen to join our family later. Modern science is amazing!
After 20 or 30 minutes reclining in an office I had these two amazing lives within me. It would be two weeks of waiting to confirm they were nestled warmly in my welcoming womb. These two weeks were the longest most anxiety-filled weeks of the whole process. I thought the shots and the procedures were the hard part – little was done to prepare me for that agonizing wait. Unclear expectations added to the tension.
Two weeks passed. Blood was drawn and hours later the dreadful call notifying me that I was not pregnant came. I had to notify Jonathan of the disappointing news by phone. Then I went back to my room and cried. I didn’t understand what had happened.
I had planned for the trip, anticipated a great outcome. I packed my bags, bought my ticket and boarded the train of my bright future. I had mapped out my course; seeking the Lord’s wisdom all along the way. The train departed the station and began to pick up speed. I was on the way to my destiny when suddenly, somehow the train I thought I boarded changed course. This new route did not seem to have my best interest in mind as it barreled down this unknown track!
What happened? I couldn’t explain this. This shouldn’t have happened. I followed my negative thoughts from initial denial to shocked disappointment, from disillusionment to despair.
After not being able to discern whether or not I was “fine”, I determined indeed I was NOT fine. I found myself in bed, in the dark, sobbing. I couldn’t figure out how I got here. Following my normal tendency to take all responsibility onto myself I tried to find out where I went wrong. Did I misunderstand? Should we not have done this? Did I allow the enemy to sabotage by not having enough faith in the promises of God? Had I forgotten to repent of some self-imposed curse? I was so angry for getting myself into this situation! I was hurting. I was angry.
Then I began thinking I wasn’t worthy of my planned destination. Not qualified. Not ready. I had been labeled with “Less Than” – less than everyone else who booked and made the trip. I thought, “God – what’s the deal? I thought you were good! I thought you loved me! You promised me! You said this was my destiny! I did everything you expected of me! What went wrong?”
I was exhausted – the tears overwhelmed me and my head was hurting from the pressure. I decided that I couldn’t do this anymore – I couldn’t live my life this way. I started to reason that I had it wrong all this time. I thought, “Faith in God is a waste of time and effort. It doesn’t work.” I began to question if God and all my beliefs about God and Christianity was all in my head. I began to question everything.
As soon as I started down this path of thinking I became afraid. Because while in the moment this felt safe and reasonable, when I projected into the future of living without belief in God and Jesus and faith, life looked even darker and uglier than it currently felt. I knew I was in trouble and needed help. Praying to God wasn’t working because all I could hear were my own reasonable thoughts or worse – silence – which felt like confirmation. So I called a trusted friend…but she didn’t answer the phone; adding the sense of aloneness to despair. But only minutes later she called me back and I could barely speak from all the crying.
All I could say was, “I can’t do this anymore…”
“Do what?” she asked compassionately.
“Have Faith,” my voice choking on tears, “It’s too hard…and it doesn’t work!”
I felt like such a failure. I was so angry and disappointed in myself because the test of my faith had come and I failed. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t persevere. I couldn’t muster up the strength. Years of being a Christian, a strong Christian, a leader, teacher, counselor, Bible school graduate and now licensed reverend all to come to the test and fail.
My good friend said many things; all with gentleness and wisdom. She reassured me that it wasn’t the performance of my faith that obligates God to favorable action and that sometimes we just don’t know why these things happen. Thankfully she didn’t offer me common cliché’s like “God has his perfect timing – Just be patient” or “All things were going to work for my good” or that “I could do all things through Christ who strengthens me” and she didn’t try to reassure me that this was an opportunity for growth that later I would be able to minister from or tell me to “Just continue to pray it through.”
But she did tell me that I didn’t have to prove my faith right now. That there were plenty of loved ones around me that were praying for me and can have the faith that I couldn’t have. She suggested I didn’t have to do anything and that God had enough Grace for me in this moment. She asked me if I could allow God’s Grace to be enough. I suddenly had a picture of a great big featherbed, a featherbed of Grace, and all I had to do was fall into it. And then the pressure came off – and I thought, “Yes, I can do that.” Faith seemed like so much work, so much pressure, but Grace – Grace didn’t require anything. Trusting in Grace didn’t require me to proclaim scriptures, declare promises, or even walk in accordance with any stipulation that illustrated my beliefs. Grace was something only God could do – it didn’t require anything of me. Grace became the lens through which I could see God clearly again. In the midst of despair, exhaustion and confusion Grace became the harnessing knot at the end of my rope and later would become the springboard for the rest of my life!
Of course this isn’t the end of the story my Bio page (along with most of my other posts) lets that cat out of the bag. But the events that led to those amazing miracles is a story for another day.
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Before we were married, Jonathan called me one day at work to say ‘hi.’ I was working as a nurse in a busy labor and delivery unit. That day was especially busy; I don’t think any of the staff had a chance to eat lunch. When Jonathan called I was in the midst of a pile of paperwork following the delivery of a baby. He was across town somewhere; I told him how busy I was and he asked if he could bring me anything. I politely declined stating I didn’t need anything and besides it was too far to come from where he was.
In my head I fantasized how nice it would be to have a Starbucks coffee – full of calories and comfort! Immediately after my hidden daydream he offered to bring me my favorite coffee drink. Yes! That sounded so nice and I really wanted it!
But I said, “Oh, no, that’s ok…I won’t even have time to see you if you come.”
He said that that was fine and he could just drop it off to me.
Again I refused stating how far it was for him to come for such a short visit.
I thought I was being practical.
He continued to offer and during my lengthy decline he interrupted me and said,
“Debra…Will you LET me love you?”
I was stunned. I couldn’t think of anything to say.
Jonathan was trying so hard to do something thoughtful and special for me and I thought I was trying to be considerate of his effort. But really what I was doing was discounting his willingness to serve me and refusing his love.
I didn’t want him to come because it felt selfish and I didn’t want to inconvenience him. I didn’t want him to be generous to me. Even though I really wanted to be pampered, the effort seemed like too much trouble. I was saying, “No that’s fine, I’m ok, I don’t need this, I don’t need your gift, I don’t need you. I’ll do just fine on my own.” Driving across town 45 minutes to bring me a cup of coffee was easy for him. It was something simple he could do that he knew I would enjoy and appreciate and I refused him. I didn’t want to NEED him. I didn’t want to grow to depend on him or his love. I didn’t want…to get hurt.
It was difficult for me to receive because then I felt indebted. Owing someone felt so vulnerable. It seemed easier to depend on myself because then I wouldn’t owe anyone. I’d have only myself to blame when things went wrong and I’d never have to be disappointed when people let me down. In my deceived mind this protected people from my frustration and disappointment and freed them of being responsible for meeting my needs (although secretly I was frustrated and disappointed with them not meeting my needs anyway). Unfortunately this type of thinking inhibits most if not all chances for true intimacy. By not allowing others to help or serve me or simply give unconditionally to me I refuse the love I so desperately desire. Instead of protecting others and myself I end up cutting myself off from the very thing I need.
I was taken aback when Jonathan asked me if I would let him love me. Let him? Until then I hadn’t realized that I was responsible for the love I received.
Left without reason to refuse him I allowed him to bring me the coffee. Later I found out that by allowing him to do small things like that for me made him feel loved because I was receiving the love he was giving me and that by not receiving it he felt deflated, unloved, and rejected.
This event provided a chance for great growth and intimacy between Jonathan and I. We both learned so much. But the chance to grow in intimacy didn’t stop with our relationship because in the same way I was refusing Jonathan I was refusing God.
“Oh God, that’s ok, I’m fine, I don’t need your grace, your love your blessings. I will work and strive and work some more and show you that I can do it all by myself and then you’ll be so proud of me!”
Boy, did I have it ALL WRONG! In fear of rejection, abandonment and disappointment I refused the love, help, and blessings of God.
How easily we refuse His love. It’s not difficult for God to bless us. He wants to. He’s not waiting for us to earn or deserve it. In fact, when we were wretched, doing our own thing without a care in the world for his Love or His plan – He offered His greatest gift to us. If while we were wretched he showered us with love how much more now that we are redeemed? (Romans 5:10) God is extravagant and desires to see us revel in His generosity.
It’s not inconvenient for Him and it’s not too much trouble. He has gone to every effort to extend His love and is practically screaming, “WILL YOU LET ME LOVE YOU?”
Today is the national day of memorial for Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Perhaps you enjoying the day off!
I admit it’s shallow, yet nevertheless true, that in the past I rarely have given Dr. King much thought on this day – I was simply happy for a three day weekend much like I had on Memorial Day or Veterans Day (of course, this was before I was married to a Veteran and became so much more reverent of such days).
Several months ago I was reading a book called Heavy Rain by Kris Vallotton where he quoted two speeches from Dr King. I was brought to tears by the words of this world changing man and determined in that moment that my children would read and study the writings and life of Martin Luther King, Jr.
I am not at all qualified to expound much on the historical, political and social significance of Dr. King but I know what’s touched my heart. And to that I can speak.
A dream. Dr. King had a dream. He dreamed of the world as it could be not only as it was. He saw the world with Kingdom eyes and with grace and resolve he lived to see it realized.
The day before his assassination Dr. King gave a less famous speech titled “I have been to the mountaintop.” In that speech he said:
Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has it’s place. But I am not concerned about that now. I just want to do God’s will. And he’s allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I’ve looked over. And I’ve seen the Promised Land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people will get to the Promised Land. And I am happy tonight. I am not worried about anything. I’m not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
It is right to care for our health. Eat well, be active – steward our bodies and environment. Prepare for longevity. But to live a long life of despair, monotony or regret is not a grand thing. To live without living a dream is not to live.
A dream. A Dream.
We all have a dream. We were born with dreams knit into us. The adventure of our lives is to search for the dream, the desire of our hearts. **(Proverbs 25:2) When we find it we must nurture it with hope, expectation and ACTION.
God, our King, has a dream and the dream is you. A dream of hope and love and destiny.
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord,
plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
plans to give you a hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11
Martin Luther King did not live to see the United States free of social inequality – we still fight for that dream today – but he did live his dream. As he said himself, he has seen the Glory. He lived with purpose, resolve and inner peace.
When we live our dream, walk in our destiny, and dance with hope, we too live with purpose resolve and peace. It is to our glory to search out our dreams and purpose but it is an even greater glory to live out those dreams.
The King has a dream. Have you dreamt the dream He has for you?
In honor of one of God’s great dreamers start this day to seek that dream and then do something to see it come to life.
** Proverbs 25:2 It is the glory of the Lord to conceal a matter; to search out a matter is the glory of kings. (NIV)
Consider reading: Dreaming with Godby Bill Johnson