Why Do You Dream Big?

A few days before I moved my life across the Atlantic, I had a friend ask me why I dream so big. First, I was flattered and humbled. The way he asked it felt full of love, like he saw my little girl heart and admired what God was crafting through a way of thinking I often see as shameful. His tone was totally different from how I wince and reign in my imagination when I begin to hope for something... only later to fight and talk myself into charging forth with these ideas that automatically seem too good to be true. But my dear friend saw the value in it, and it made me seriously think.

Naturally, I wrote. I felt like God asked me to share this unedited piece straight from my journal. It doesn't sound humble or put-together, but I hope you can hear my heart in it. Even more, I hope it makes you think too big and hope too much. The world needs us to. 

I dream because the Father does. I didn’t wake up one day and decide to start dreaming. I was born doing it. And when I started to realise the dreams I had were coming from His heart, I didn’t know what else to do but say “Yes”… though I’m not sure who taught me that either. I dream because when I see a picture in my brain, from His heart, I can’t help but know it’s good.  

I dream because I know who He is. I really believe that if something is good for me, I will have it. He knows the best thing for me. So yes, there’s the loneliness of dreaming. I feel alone, I feel crazy for going after things that seem so impossible. But there’s a high that comes with it… It really is fun to do the impossible.  

There’s the pain of disappointment with a heart like mine. I’m always the most enthusiastic, trying to make everyone love what’s happening, feeling like I’m more hopeful than I ought to be. But I keep showing up, keep asking, keep dreaming because I know He wants to give me what is good… because He’s good. So in the loneliness, I cling to the One who dreams bigger and more often than I, but who also submits to my tiny dreams everyday. In the disappointment, I trust that He told me to walk that path again, and I rest because I was obedient. I breathe deep without it catching in my throat because I know He’ll right every wrong, get revenge on everything stolen from me, and I trust that the fulfilment of it all is right on time.  

I dream because I was made to. If I don’t, who will? Very few are willing to wonder anymore. We look up answers, ask robots, or beat ourselves up for asking these questions that can’t be answered at a moments notice. But we’ve lost something marvellous as we’ve shut off our willingness to dream. “I wonder if this could ever happen...” “I wonder what it would look like if…” “I wonder why this is how it is. What if it changed?” 

I feel like my very soul was created to dream too big, hope too much. It hurts a lot. But He’s asked me to, so I do. I hope for the best in people, I write down the words He speaks, draw the pictures He shows me because if they’re from Him, I want them.  

Emotions matter… I realise that now more than ever. But what counts is the movement of things in the spirit realm… healing, breakthrough, forgiveness, a love encounter. There is no emotion that could be so hard to feel that I would choose out of dreaming. The process is too beautiful, the potential is too big, and the capacity for life change is much too high a stake to sacrifice for my own self protection. He’s made me for more.  

My literal personality type was crafted to desire to A. Get stuff done and B. Make sure everyone is having fun while we do it. I was made to create spaces for relationship. I don’t think we should have relationships without dreams. 

To put it simply, I think if I dreamed too small, or didn’t dream at all, I quite literally might die.  

What’s life without the potential of life change? 

Endless Love, 

M ♥️