Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world. ~Harriet Tubman
Was my dream heart-shaped from the moment it was birthed? It seems as if it came from Jo--the tomboy of Little Women. The one who raced to finish her chores so she could curl up in a corner of the attic and read? Although I wonder too, was it my mother's love of the written word that determined my path? Or was the path forged by her mother, my Grammy, who wrote, among other things, beautiful letters to her pen pal in France?
At what time does a dream begin to grow? Is it the seeds from other generations? Does God hand pick our dreams? And those dreams--do they begin small or do they shape to our soul from the beginning?
Harriet Tubman's dream was to free slaves. I have to wonder when that dream took place. Was it the moment she understood color had everything to do with social standing. Or was it when she saw an unmerited beating? Or maybe it was when she felt the heat of the day seep into her skin, listening to the smooth notes of Go down, Moses, Let my people go. Or was it the day she tried to block a landowner from hurting a fleeing slave, only to have the two-pound weight hit her own head?
I don't know what point it began, I just know that Harriet Tubman's dream was heart-shaped. She didn't wake up one day and decide to hide a few friends. No, it was a dream. She thought about it and talked in whispers about it to her people. She didn't let the sleeping spells she had after the weight incident stop her. She didn't let the fear of being caught stop her, either.
This Moses-like woman's determination to live her dream was legendary. She led 300 people through the underground railroad and didn't lose a single one. She made a difference in 300 lives!
I have no illusions that my writing would in any way compare to Harriet's dream. But I wasn't called to her dream -- I am called to mine.
Write it out on the back of your hands;
etch it on the chambers of your heart.
Talk to Wisdom as to a sister.
Treat Insight as your companion.
I'm called to spend time in the Word -- to envelop myself in God's wisdom. I'm called to write truth, to offer grace, to etch encouragement on the hearts of all I meet on this journey of my life.
God holds my dream in His hands. He has gently shaped it to fit in my soul. But I have found He leaves the enlarging of it up to me. To learn my craft, to grab the opportunities He orchestrates, and to develop my voice.
God doesn't hand us dreams we can't be passionate about. I always want to couple my passion of encouragement with writing. I can't separate the two. He gifted, but the responsibility is mine.
What dream is God shaping for you?