Backstory...
A few months ago, I took myself on a date. This date was supposed to end in ice cream, but that ice cream shop didn't have the flavor I'd really wanted so I decided I would drive to another ice cream shop. This other ice cream shop was close to my husband's work so I called and asked if he wanted anything. Although he said no, he asked me to swing by his workplace. I did. When I arrived, he showed me a house on his computer he'd been looking at. My husband is a born future thinker. I always catch him looking at homes. I'm not sure what was different about THIS moment because practically speaking, I just didn't see a house happening anytime soon, yet the house he showed me sure caught my eyes because next thing I knew, we were trying to make arrangements to see it that afternoon or the following day.
I left his work to get my ice cream and he met me later. We talked about whether or not the realtor had gotten back to him about a showing. He said we wouldn't be able to see it until the following day. Somewhere in there he said we're close by, so maybe we can just go look. Y'all, I've never wanted to look at a house before. Ever. My sometimes practical mind, I guess.
We drove our separate vehicles and I got there first. As I was looking around, I noticed it was on a cul-de-sac and then heard the Lord say, "a dead end is not what I have for you." I don't think I processed that because we ended up with the realtor meeting us that afternoon, and got to enter the house. I thought about how beautiful the porch was, the space in the kitchen, living room, all the gatherings we'd have people over for, a room for guests, one for an office, the details of the almost floor to ceiling windows, y'all, the berry bushes in the back yard, the potential for a garden, a riding mower, the outdoor parties, the almost sure fence we'd need...It would seem that I was in love. My husband saw the roughly $20k each we'd have to spend on those windows and the driveway where the root of a tree had cracked the surface.
Long story short, we weren't qualified. My heart was sad and for a while, I wondered, "why would You allow this fluke of a thing to happen where we ended up at THIS house for it to not be a possibility for us?" I talked to my mom and she said, "maybe it's so you can dream." You guys, as tough as I've seemed over the course of my time on IG, I've had to fight many personal battles that have left me broken. This house thing shattered something in me. What came to my understanding was what God had originally said to me that day, "a dead end is not what I have for you." Yet He allowed me to DREAM AGAIN.
The brokenness kept me often times focused on what was in front on me on personal levels. On corporate spiritual levels, my ability to SEE didn't change because God would still speak to me about the things above that He willed for the earth, yet my dream of a home with all the bells and whistles didn't seem like it was remotely in sight. I placed that dream that arose in me that day when my husband and I looked at that house on the back burner and kept moving. However, after my mom said what she did, I believed in the purpose of God allowing me to even taste what a better life could look like so much that I used this experience to teach my clients how to dream again. I literally titled the assignment, "Dream Again." The goal was to identify bucket list items they had and process the possible hindrances that have kept them from becoming crossed off items. It was so beautiful to see how they lit up being excited for thoughts to begin to flow again towards a day or time when they can accomplish these bucket list items. Seeing clients have those sparks of awareness that they can indeed accomplish their goals is one of the many joys of my job as a therapist.
Today, October 27, 2024...
I'm scrolling on IG and I hear a news clip where people are already lined up at Madison Square Garden to see President Trump later tonight. The reporter brings attention to a jumbo screen and reads, "Dream big again..." At that moment, it was like everything in me was brought back to the moment where God said to me, "a dead end is not where I have for you."
I want to be very clear that President Trump is not a messiah, The Messiah, or Yahweh. He IS however chosen by The God of all creation for this time as a vehicle for God's glory (massive provision: natural and supernatural) to His people. I know we've been hearing, "make America great again" and more variations in recent days, "make America heathly again," but it will be even GREATER than an attempt to recreate the past. It'll be unlike we've ever experienced. President Trump is the vessel God is using to remind us, "a dead end is not what I have for you."
See 1 Corinthians 2:9
See Psalm 126
See Amos 9:13-15 MSG
My Process...
Isaiah was naked to bring forth his Word from the Lord to the people (Isaiah 20:1-6). Ezekiel was on either side of his body for a significant period of time then ordered to use human feces to cook his food (see Ezekiel 4). These are just two examples of how God's prophets WERE His Word. This isn't always the case, and I am not comparing myself to these two greats. I am sharing that God still uses the methods from His Word to bring forth His messages to the earth. It is certainly possible for God's propeht to be the Word as a symbol to those the message is intended for. Do you truly believe He is the same yesterday, today, and forever (Hebrews 13:8)?
A week ago, I asked for prayer concerning my dreams because I felt like they were being stolen (a spiritual thing). I would have dreams and within the dreams at times know I was dreaming, but would awake not recalling the dream. Me asking for prayer, praying and fasting myself did not change this. It is now as I am typing, that I am understanding, "it is by My hand..." Y'all, it's not always the devil. Sometimes, it's God. Discern well.
Dream BIG again!
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