I’m sitting in a hotel room in Nashville. Overlooking a frostbit Vanderbilt University. My mind feels as if it imploded.
Attending Dream Year Weekend was amazing, and I’m not even sure how to begin digesting what I heard. I can’t even form sentences in my mind.
One thing that was repeated the whole weekend is that our Dream (our passion) is born out of a frustration. Your comments show me just how true that is. What your heart wants to do is all because of a frustration; whether it’s your frustrated your walk with Christ isn’t what you want it to be, or because of the experiences in your own past that lead you to wanting to counsel people. Dreams that God has planted, that He has given you a hunger to see accomplished.
As for my dream – I’m still wrestling it out. I have a very general idea, but I’m unsure how it would play out in the real world. For the time being I feel the need to keep it close to the vest. To seek God concerning it. When the time is right I will share here.
For now….please pray for me. Attending Dream Year Weekend brought up a lot of questions I need to answer, and that need answers. Pray that I would have clarity in what God wants me to do. Pray that I would not walk in fear. In the last 24 hours the enemy has already begun his lies, and fear is creeping up.
And I’ll be praying for you. That God would refine your dreams and show you steps to begin walking them out.