“ What’s a God-sized dream, Mom?”
She stands with head tilted, blue eyes glinting over her black rimmed glasses, complete with hearts and gold filigree and diamonds that scream her personality for all the world to hear. She is stunning- this mini version of her father with her “Mom’s instincts.” (It is, by the way, the greatest compliment I could ever receive that this child of wonder, full of love, would identify her personality as mine.) She munches Great Value BBQ chips in my ear as she reads over my shoulder a blog post written by another dreamer about a launching place.
“Is it a dream that God gives you or is it something that you ask God for?”
Her nine years feel like they have fast-forwarded thirty and I stop reading, struck by the question I echoed just three days earlier as my new friend and I made our way up US Hwy 71 toward a sacred meeting place for dreamers. I’ve practiced this weekend the art of asking questions as an answer and so I do this now, seeking wisdom in the faith of a child.
“What do you think a God-sized dream is?”
“I think God makes us with dreams inside and with all the things we need to live them out. What do you say always from the Bible? ‘God created a purpose for you before he created the Earth and created you for a purpose.’ Yeah…so I think he makes us like that.”
I smile. Ephesians 2:10. A verse that guides every dream conversation I have. Never fear, moms, these “littles”, they do listen and take to heart.
“I think you are right on, sweetheart. Do you have a God-sized dream?”
“Yes. God gives me the same dream every night. I’ve dreamt it more times than any other dream I’ve ever had.”
I start to correct her…that the ‘dreams’ we are speaking of aren’t exactly the same kind of dream that one has every night, but before I say anything, she opens her heart and spills out the dreams of a nine year old girl that wants to use her new-found gifts to change the world for Jesus.
“I am a primary dancer for a Christian dance company like Ballet Magnifcat. We are at this big auditorium filled with people and I am dancing with such grace and beauty. The ballet ends and I am standing in the middle of the stage taking my final bow, someone hands me roses and I step forward and tell the story of Jesus and how he laid down his life for us and how we all need Him everyday. I invite those who don’t know Christ to come to the front and lots of people come to know Him. They come to know Him through my story. They come to know Him through my dance. I bring people to Christ with what God made me to do. That’s my God-sized dream.”
I am undone by my tiny dancer.
I think back to a late night conversation by the fireplace in Nebraska with another dancer. One older and who has walked much further through life, but who holds onto the dream of dancing for God again. And to the woman who wished she hadn’t waited 54 years to begin believing in her dream of writing for Jesus. And to the man who wasn’t sure that he was dreaming his dream or God’s and needed help discerning the difference. I think back on these conversations and I wonder at God’s timing. I am in awe of the way He has prepared me for this moment through my experience with His dreamers of all shapes and sizes this past weekend.
Gratitude spills over and floods the room. Thank you, dream sisters and brothers, for sharing your hearts and stories with me, for giving me the opportunity to practice listening and encouraging others in their God-sized dreams. Thank you, Adonai Ballet Academy for a safe place for my daughter to hone her craft so that she has the skills to live out her dream. Thank you, Sally for preparing my heart to hear this dream come from hers. Thank you, Ballet Magnificat for inspiring dancers to dance for God. Thank you Holley Gerth, for giving me the language around which to speak these hearts aloud. But mostly, Thank you my Sweet Dreamer for sharing your heart with me and reminding me that I am living my dream of helping others to see theirs right where I am.