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Dreams are dangerous and
beautiful things. We in America are
taught from a very young age that our dreams are what make us unique and
special. “Follow your dreams” we are
told. “Stay true to
your dreams.” Jesus’ sole purpose and passion
every day He was on earth
was to do the will of His Father. We cannot even fathom a picture of
Jesus having “dreams” apart from the path that had been laid out before
Him. In that statement alone we start to
see how carnal and self-aggrandizing our dreams can really
be.
I would rather give God a
chunk of my life and then keep a percentage for myself. It is as if I am believing that if I devote
30% of myself to God and His will (which if you think about it is a pretty big
percent in the church today), then God owes me blessing for my 70%. THAT IS NOT WHAT THE BIBLE TEACHES.
Paul did not have a dream
for himself apart from the race set before him.
Peter was promised death if he dared follow Christ. I must beat my dreams into submission to all
that God has laid out for me. I must
give them to God so that He can transform my
dreams into His will.
This sounds like a big
sacrifice, but
it’s not. My dreams will always be small
and anemic compared to
God’s will for my life. For me to choose
my dreams over God’s is not to choose for my
happiness, it’s to choose for my disappointment. Once
I realize that I
am sacrificing Top Roman for Top Sirloin, then sacrifice is put into
perspective. Dream big today… dream God’s
version for your life.
“Brethren, I do not count myself to have
apprehended; but one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and
reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for
the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 3:13-14
My Dreams
This one goes out to my dreams
Those fickle friends who got the best of my... My Dreams
This one ran he was afraid to fail
And this one came from the bowels of hell
And this one died, too young, and this one died…
This one comes in a vessel of clay
My heart, my hopes and all my ways
I give them to you to do as you feel
And make my dreams Your will
I see a man, fall on His knees
Sweat like blood, begging please
Let it pass, from me, let it pass
But he wouldn’t run, no He could not fail
He wouldn’t let sin prevail
And this one died, too young, this one died…
This one came as the Son of God
He bore my sins and bore my cross
He gave His life so His kingdom could come
Father Your will be done
Let it go let it slip away through my fingers
Into the hands of the One who sees
Close my eyes to the things that I think I’m knowing
Close my eyes and believe
Precious things gone from hopes to burdens and chains
Precious dreams that I once craved
Let me love your will more than my desire
Help me to simply obey
And this one comes in a vessel of clay
My heart, my hopes and all my ways
I give them to you to do as you feel
And make my dreams Your will
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