Words of Hope and Faith for the Weary

Buried Dreams

Do you have buried dreams? Are they so deep that it seems impossible they could ever happen?
Many years ago, God put a desire into my heart to write, not just to write about stuff, but write words to glorify him so that others could experience his goodness. I knew the dream was from him; it was to glorify God, the Holy Spirit filled my heart with it. John 16:13 tells me, “Howbeit when he, the Spirit of truth, is come, he will guide you into all truth: for he shall not speak of himself; but whatsoever he shall hear, that shall he speak: and he will shew you things to come.”
I guess now when I look back on it, it reminds me of the story of Joseph in the bible, he had a dream. Genesis 37:5-8 “And Joseph dreamed a dream, and he told it his brethren: and they hated him unto them, Hear, I pray you, this dream which I have dreamed: For, behold, we were binding sheaves in the field, and, lo, my sheaf arose, and also stood upright; and, behold, your sheaves stood round about, and made obeisance to my sheaf. And his brethren said to him, Shalt thou indeed reign over us? or shalt thou indeed have dominion over us? And they hated him yet the more for his dreams, and for his words.”
Those many years ago, like Joseph, I made a mistake and started sharing my dream with others. Of course, everyone had an opinion, which usually boiled down to stay at your job, and forget about the writing. “Not everyone can do a work for God, only those he called,” they would say, “Anyway no one wants to read that religious stuff.” By the way, I think all of us has a call from God on our lives; we just have to grow close and listen to him to find it. I suppose I expected people to be happy for me, and they would help me attain my dream, but this was not the case. They wanted me to stay the same old Zola, I was ok just the way I was. Everyone hates change.
Years passed and the dream grew faint; I even forgot about it as life captured my attentions. I buried the dream; I did not have the fortitude to hold on to it. I am grateful though, because the Holy Spirit brought it back to my remembrance. God gave me the dream, he knew what I was going to do, and he gave me time; he never took back the call on my life. When I was ready, I heard the Holy Spirit whisper it again; he was constantly talking to me through my spirit, but I did not want to hear him. What he wanted was too hard and too much work.
Now when God, places an idea within me, I normally do not share it with anyone too soon.
Joseph, after many tribulations, came into his dream, he ended up the second in charge to the pharaoh of Egypt, and his bothers did bow at his feet; he held on to what God gave him in his heart, although it looked lost for so many years. Like Joseph, It took me many years to actually put words on paper that were not some business letter or university paper. A couple of years ago, God in his goodness sent someone to motivate me to start telling stories on paper, my husband. My mother’s prayers worked, I returned to God, and she supported me mentally and spiritually through the metamorphous-taking place within my life. Also, like Joseph, it was not quick, it was a journey, but as time passed, everything God placed within my heart grew bright again, and circumstances began pushing me closer to the dream.
I am definitely not the same person who received the dream. Ideas Butterflyand possessions came to me, and of course I lost others, attitudes, behaviors, desires, belongings, and even people. Jesus said in John 15: 2 Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit.” I have grown in strength in areas I could never have overcame years ago. I grew, not in religious things, but in spiritual things; my writing abilities increased, knowledge of my job grew, a greater peace developed within me, my physical abilities are better, and I gained common sense, lol. Before, I don’t think I had any peace or common sense; the world seemed to always win, pulling me in every direction, but the right one.
One thing I defiantly have learned and wanted to share with you is that nothing happens perfectly when you are going after God’s dreams for your life. You have to hold on to them tightly, keep them near, always visualizing them in your mind when glitches in your plans arise. Jesus told me in John 16:33 “These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.” This tells me that God is greater than any trial I am experiencing, and if I ask and listen to him, all things will be all right.
So do you have buried dreams? I can tell you that if you ask God, he will help you dig them out, and soon they will no longer be a dark shadow, but a full bright picture in your spirit that feels like you could touch it if you reach your arm out far enough. Then one day, physically you will be able to touch it. Pull out your buried dreams, God wants you happy; he wants you doing what you love deep within your hearts. Secret, if we can be happy, then we can help others, and in turn maybe they will be happy and the infectious spirit will spread so that we might no longer need live in fear and disgust.