Remember to Dream

Years ago there were days when I had more fun with the Holy Spirit. I asked things of God. I received answers from God. I went to coffee with Jesus sitting across the table from me. I watched movies as the Holy Spirit spoke things into my heart. This is you... My love is like this... My justice is like that... Then this one time, I felt the need to ask about Disney Princesses. "Which princess am I?"

I definitely knew it was true when He told me I was Belle. I was a brunette Frenchie (at heart) and I longed for the life beyond the seemingly normal world I saw. "There must be more to this provincial life!" was my theme song. I also liked the idea of finding a brooding, bearded man in my adventures.

Now, the talks with God have grown quiet. It feels like I'm growing up...but not...because we will always remain children in the Kingdom if we have received it (Luke 18:16). However, there is a very real sense that this journey takes you through maturity (James 1:3-4).

That relationship with God feels like another lifetime. Life came at me, I felt swayed by the storms, still anchored, but tossed. One gives into duty and responsibility not because they are distractions, but because they are necessary and good things. But after waves of life washed over me, I came up for air and realized I had exactly what I wanted. Caught in a dramatic moment with Steven, I was swaying with the bearded prince under a golden chandelier (that I first thought was ridiculous). I had been moved to Africa--a far off land I never thought I'd live in, getting more than this provincial life.

It was a wake-up call from the Holy Spirit, speaking to my dreamer-side. He was saying things like, Wake up from your sleep. Remember Me? I have new dreams in store.

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