Of Dreams
i always got a headache when we had to fill up a “desired occupation” bubble in a form, when a random relative would stare into your eyes and demand “what do you want to do in the future?” or “what’s your passion?” that would come gently from a nice ‘adult’.
i never knew but now i do. it’s not a 9-5 job. it’s not even going to college. i have vague fragments of it, and it’s something that’ll make my life worth living for. something i wouldn’t mind waking up and putting my energies into cos i know that’s what i was made for.
i have dreams of a quaint little bakeshop i could call my own where it’d have a starbucks yet homey atmosphere of tasteful design & comfy sofas, wi-fi, whiffs of coffee, wood and rows of freshly baked cakes and a delicious menu and with funky t-shirts with great designs and quirky quotes..stuff i love..where i can welcome people to cozy food cos i do love people i do ;-)
but then i think ahead and know its all selfish even though it’d make me one of the happiest people in the world.
i know itt’s something more. there’s something more in this world. i could have my dreams, some money, friends, but no God. then what? my coffee house will die with me. my dreams, money, friends could never follow me. sure, it’d make me happy. but my inherent purpose for being in this world may never be achieved…and then, i would never be satisfied even though i try to fill it with other things.
i knew it was good being in God, being good, staying in touch. but that He can actually complete me, give me the grace to live and do the right thing every moment, fill me in on where my life should go…wow. i want that. a fuller life. not just satisfying my own desires. even if they are good. i want something bigger. something that’ll make an impact, eternally. that won’t die with me when I’m gone. when I look at the poor & underprivileged, another dimension of society I know I can’t help them or change their lives, living my dreams. when I look at the poor rich, I know I can’t help them or change their lives, living MY dreams.
i’m going to lay down my dreams. i want to live The Dream. His Dream. i’m going to pursue Him till He’s found…when I do find Him, I’ll know He was looking for me all along.
August 6th, 2008 at 11:34 pm
Amen, babe. Totally inspirational post. =) sorta brings me back to my current reflection book, the poem about God carrying us during hard times and there only being one set of footprints.
oh oh oh! and also (for shame, I know) reminds me of the only verse I know by heart, jeremiah 29:11. “for I know of the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord. “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.”
August 7th, 2008 at 11:36 am
Weird, my dream is to open a bookstore because there are so many books I want to read, will be nice too if there is cafe/bakery nearby :)
August 8th, 2008 at 12:57 pm
don’t we all have our little (ok, big to us) dreams that would have make us feel like “we’ve made it” if it actually comes true?
its interesting that you should talk about this topic (our dreams in relation to God’s dreams and plans for us; and how when we accomplish His dreams for us, actually get the true complete fulfillment that we were seeking for after all) because that’s what’s been on my mind over the past few days.
good post, girl :)
ps. don’t you think that we would all be restless till we’re living His dream? (even though we may be convince ourselves that we’re happy living our dream)
August 12th, 2008 at 11:27 pm
melissa Absolutely! Absolute absolutely…I want to be a living example of that! And it’s possible if I just give him all =)
bobbyT Hehe sounds like a plan!
christine THAT was a really good thought! Yeahhh. When we’re doing what HE wants…whoa. No more restlessness cos we’re living his dream and His dream = our dream! We just didn’t know it ;) Having some trouble now….will talk to ya soon! So glad about the rebelutionary group!