When you were little did one of your siblings ever get something you wished you had gotten? If you say no, you probably had no siblings. That happened to me and I was just flat out disappointed. I felt rejected. Tossed aside. Invisible. Okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic.
I have two brothers, one older (Lewayne) and one younger (Dwight). I suppose it would be obvious to say that my older brother got things I didn’t because he was “the oldest” and my younger brother got things I didn’t because he was “the baby”. That’s just the way it is. Oh, the plight of the middle child. BUT, even though I was “the middle child”. I was also the only girl. So… I have to say, life was pretty good. (sideways grin and a wink)
Yet, is was none of the normal childhood things that I remember having this disappointment over. Though I’m sure they were probably there, they have stuck nowhere in my memory. It wasn’t a cookie I didn’t get, a place I didn’t go, a toy he got that I didn’t. I don’t recall any of that – specifically.
What I do recall, was the day my little brother Dwight and I were at church and he got what I didn’t – but wanted. We were probably all of about 10 and 8 years old. (remember – I’m the big sister)
It was at the end of the church service and Dwight and I were standing at the front of the church waiting to be prayed for by our pastor – Sister Daisy. Sister Daisy came over to me and prayed for me. I’m sure it was a great prayer that made a difference in my life but I can’t tell you what it was. After she prayed for me, she prayed for my brother. And then it happened. The thing I wanted. Dwight got. And I was stunned.
I can’t tell you what my pastor prayed over me, but I can sure enough tell you what she prayed over my scrawny little snot-nosed brother. (all said in love) She prayed that God would use him and said that when he grew up he was going to be a preacher. Can you believe that?! Can. You. Believe. That? Of all things! When I heard her say that, I was devastated. (and never received therapy)
I’m sure she probably prayed that God would use me too. After all, that’s what you pray over kids, isn’t it? But what she gave my brother that I wanted was the words, “When you grow up you’re going to be a preacher.” How could she not say that to me? How could she not know that I wanted to be a preacher too? Just like her. I wanted to stand up and tell people that Jesus loves them and if they live for Him they get to go to Heaven. I wanted to do that! I wanted to be a preacher! Me! (this is sounding like a tantrum)
Whether my inspirational figure for wanting to be a preacher knew I was going to be a preacher or not…. I knew it. There was just something inside of me that always knew that I wanted to preach the gospel and lead people to Jesus. I didn’t know how. I didn’t know when. But I always knew I would. And I did. And I am. It was long journey. Sometimes fun. Sometimes not. But I did it. I became a preacher. (and so did my scrawny little snot-nosed brother – whom I adore!)
I don’t know what is that you want to do. I don’t know what dreams are lying dormant inside of you that are begging to wake up and take life. But what I do know is that if you’ll listen to that voice inside of you, if you’ll trust God and obey Him at every turn, you’ll discover that your dreams can become reality.
Through this blog I’m going to use my own journey (mistakes and all) to show you how you can take a childhood dream (or a brand new one) and make it a reality.
QUESTION: What dreams are you ready to awaken to reach your full potential? What will you do today to get on your way?