It Starts Here
(and I'm pointing at myself when I say that).
It. Starts. Here.
Let me explain.
For years I dreamed about this home.
I prayed for it.
God graciously gave me the desire of my heart.
Dream given, into the very palm of my hands.
What I have realized recently is that when I have envisioned and dreamed about all that this home would eventually become, I was waiting for it to all come to fruition, and to come to pass
One Day.
One day in the future
One day when the house is filled with women
One day when this home, this dream of mine,
is operating in full capacity,
the way I've always envisioned it would be.
One Day.
I have dreams for this home.
Visions of what it One Day will be.
If you look at the right hand side bar of this blog,
you may have noticed these visions,
these dreams of mine:
I dream of
the women riding horses
I dream of
the women baking cakes
I dream of
the women planting a vegetable garden
I dream of
the women working in the garden,
planting flowers, things of beauty
I dream of
the women making a joyful noise unto the Lord,
singing, and playing the piano, guitar
I dream.
And what I've felt the Lord whispering to me in my heart the past few months is something like this:
Darling, YOU do it.
YOU get out there and do it.
What are you waiting for?
YOU start the work.
Don't wait for the women.
You've got to do it, first.
Don't wait for
One Day.
Get up on a horse.
Bake a cake and sell it.
Plow up the land and sow seeds.
Dig up weeds and plant something of beauty.
Sing. Play.
It Starts With YOU, my friend.
It. Starts. Here.
(And this time, He's pointing at me).
And over these past few months, I've slowly caught on to this gracious hint of His, and you know what, I've begun. I've begun to live out my dreams for this home, dreams that I thought were more for the women (little did I know...)
I have started
taking horseback riding lessons for the first time in my life, and I am loving it. And as I was riding up on my big brown horse a few weeks ago, I thought to myself, I'm living out my dream right now, and it made me smile. I felt almost silly and giddy and like a little girl all at the same time.
I am now
baking cake every week for our church café, and am selling it. I like thinking of a different cake to bake each week: carrot cake with cream cheese frosting, or banana cake, or chocolate cake with white frosting, or vanilla cake with vanilla-orange frosting...mmmm...it is so much fun! I love watching the people get excited to buy a piece, and it brings me such delight to know how much they enjoy it.
I have worked
hard in our garden, getting out there with a pitchfork, digging deep, yanking up weeds and earth, getting my hands dirty. We worked together as a family to plant our first vegetable garden. We have sown the seed, and have shared in our children's glee at our first fruits.
I have
planted beauty. And it feels so right to get out there in the garden and work hard, and to create something of worth, something that's a blessing, and a delight to the eyes.
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Next on my list
is to sing. To fill this home with joyful song. Singing is very much a part of our family life together already, but what I'm dreaming of is something more--to sing a new song that the Lord will place in my heart, that will have no option but to be sung and to fill this place with praise. If my hands can learn to accompany my song with the piano, that would be the ultimate dream fulfilled.
It Starts Here,
and when the women come
One Day
(and they have, infact, already come--
so the One Day is really already here)
I dream
they will join me
in the great work
He is already doing
(and they already have--
more on that in another post!)
