. . . isn’t necessarily what or who you really are or ever will be. That’s hard to hear, isn’t it? It is for me—or I should say it was for me. When my mind threw the desired images into the flash frames of my imagination and the years edged upward and the dreams drifted into partially realized fragments, I accepted that my designs for myself created disappointments and disillusionments.
Those inclinations I carried around with me for most of my youthful years didn’t prove to be realistic in the sense of who I “needed” to be. When I met Jesus Christ, I learned that me-focused stuff didn’t bode well for any kind of genuine happiness. It only fostered more of the same dissatisfaction with what was present and an intense hunger for more of the same in ever escalating possessions and accomplishments. Humanity in its fullness is often what we indulge in our dreams and desires without considering who we are meant to be.
Man-made dreams might have their origin in God-made dreams, but the moment we take control of them for our fulfillment we lose the significance of the journey toward their purpose. When we fail to abide by “The Plan” and exercise our own versions of getting to where we think we’re supposed to go, we sacrifice the beauty of supernatural provision and the value of lessons learned along the way.
I’m grateful for my life. I’ve learned how gracious God has been to me. Beyond what I deserve, he has given me. I pray that I will continue to be the right shade of paint on God’s magnificent canvas. Nothing else matters anymore.
Thank you, Lord.
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