Did He know how
dangerous it was to
keep putting dreams
into this Box with so
many yet
unfulfilled?
If I saw someone who was Dreamless, I
tried to speak vision and life into that
person, to get him excited about carrying
a Box of his own around. I loved the idea
of having Dreams.
When I saw things that reminded me of
unfulfilled Dreams I had, I cried out to God
and said, God, you know I want that
someday, I wonder how you’re going to
fulfill that one! When years went by with no
apparent progress on some of my top
dreams, I grew sad and unbelieving. It was
then that I hated my Dreams.
Sometimes in a moment of being so alive I
felt a rush of emotion, and I knew that God
was speaking a Dream into my Box. If only
I could understand why God would put a
Dream like that in a Box like mine. Did He
know how dangerous it was to keep
putting Dreams into this Box with so many
yet unfulfilled? I didn’t trust God with my
Dreams.
Today when God spoke to me, I realized
that I had been holding my Box with two
white-knuckled hands. So I took one quick
look inside the Box this morning, and then
with the lid still open, I handed it up to
God.
God, could you please manage my Box of
Dreams for me?
Can you please sort
through that Box and pull out the Dreams
that don’t really belong there? (You know,
Lord, the ones that I put there, the ones
that other people put there.) So Lord,
really what will be left when you’re finished
with that Box is a Box of your Dreams. So
could you just let me know what’s there
when you’re finished? I’d rather live your
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