"At what point was I willing to surrender my unfulfilled dreams? Was there a certain age, timely circumstance or health concern that would prompt me not to pursue them?" Recently, I wrote on this blog about the possibility I might become homeless if I could not find a new place to live.
The whole process of moving got me to thinking about life and dreams. I realized that as I aged I needed to grab for the brass ring. More than ever, I needed to take risks, to never give up, to sink my teeth into something worthwhile that got my blood pumping, and my heart beating every morning. Life, I discovered, was a learning process, a battleground to be faced and conquered one hope, one dream, and one level at a time. Without the desire to learn, to grow igniting within me I wouldn’t survive and thrive, I would just barely exist.
I also realized that because my home life was reasonably stable over the last 10 years I had unwittingly allowed my Spirit to become complacent. The truth was the Holy Spirit’s power within me had been lulled to sleep.
It took the potential possibility I might be homeless for God to wake my Spirit up. He shook my world and while I don't believe He caused the situation, I do believe that out of it He purposed to "give me a future filled with hope" (Jeremiah 29:11).
How do I know? Well, I'm happy to report that God did provide for me another place to live. It's actually much better than the apartment I lived in for 10 years. With the new home, God has given me a new urgency to fulfill my mission in life—to serve Him with every breath until He calls me home. For me, Jesus is the same today, as He was over 30 years ago when He ransomed my soul. Tomorrow and for the rest of my life I will worship Him and only Him.
Join me and grab for that brass ring!
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