I know of dreams. Dreams are that child-like substance that propels me forward. Keeps me breathing. If I didn’t have a dream I would cease to be and I truly believe that I would grow old and dried up over night. Through God’s grace and wondrous working power, a dream that was once yellowed like an old photograph of a long ago childhood has now been restored to its original vibrant color and texture.
“With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible” (Matthew 19:26 KJV)
You see, I believe that all prayers are answered. God placed a dream in my spirit and if He had not intended for that dream to come true that seed of hope, that seed of faith, would not be in me. Nourished by the depth of my praise and my unfaltering belief that my prayers are heard, this marvelous thing finally buds and springs forth into the world.
“This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh” (Genesis 2:23KJV)
Each and every morning as I greet the dawn, I too hear that wee small voice that nudges me to take yet one more step. For the first time in my life I am full and complete. I fit into time and space. Finally this round peg has been eased into a round hole and is not being pounded down to fit into a square hole that is much too small.
Every tear cried and every song that was long ago sung suddenly makes sense and everything becomes clear. The battles that were fought and the many times when all I could do was stand still suddenly have meaning because my dream is being realized.
Dreams have carried me through time and space with an anointing that lit the dark spaces of reality. Am I too old to still carry a dream? Am I too old to have hope? I think not. That is like saying that I am too old to breathe. God told me a while back that it ain’t over until He says that it is over. And until He says it is over I will hold on with all my strength and all of my might to this precious thing; my dream. Dreams, hope, and faith are the three sisters that motivate me at this hour.
God has worked out much of my own salvation and deliverance as I relived the drama of my life over and over again on each and every page.
All of the family photos and pictures from my childhood adventures were all lost as the years passed and in the great flood of hurricane Katrina. The devil tried to take any documentation that said we as a family were here but I still have the memories. I only pray that the memories that are kept in my mind will come forth in truth and someone will be inspired to seek the Lord through them.
He is with me on this journey of a lifetime. This is my dream. This is my gift. This is my song.
To God be the glory. Amen.
Debi Mason, San Diego, California, USA
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