New things are coming. I’m getting really excited about 2015. If you follow the many prophetic voices around the world, the word is that 2015 will be a year of battles won, restoration from battles lost, and that signs and wonders will reappear. These are no small matters to consider. Personally I’m looking forward to a year of realizing all three areas.
We all have pasts. Buried in our pasts are dreams that have died and the disillusions that came about as a result of those losses. There is one particular dream of mine that almost died completely this past spring. After most of my lifetime spent on pursuing (albeit slowly, ever so slowly) one particular dream, I came very close to laying it down completely this year. My logic was simple; after all these years the dream was nothing more than an illusion. If it were going to happen, surely it would have after 60-odd years. I was perfectly willing to let it go. There just comes the day when you’re tired of nursing the dream along and nothing much was happening. “Maybe I’ve just been fooling myself,” “what is wrong with my will power Lord?”, and other such thoughts brought me to the edge of the decision. And, just as I was ready to thrust the dream into oblivion, God intervened. He showed me that my dream was truly part of who He made me to be and that He had others waiting in the wings, needing to receive the gifting He implanted in me. He let me know He would end up using someone else if I really didn’t want to go forward, but if I still wanted to pursue the dream, He was behind me. Humbling that one was!
So I’ve committed to long term classes in 2015 as a student in two arenas. Part of me is terrified but the other part is ecstatic. Being a student again requires time, discipline, and effort. I tend to try to fool myself into believing I don’t have time. That’s a lie. The discipline and effort parts? Well, those scare me the most. As I look back, the effort kicks in and discipline follows – for a short time. Then when the unplanned distraction or unavoidable pop up in my life, the discipline crumbles and the effort just can’t muster picking it up again. That’s been the pattern. I’m pressing into the Lord in earnest this time around. He’s helped me in the past accomplish things I didn’t think I could and felt I had no “willpower” to pull off. It’s time to go there again, realizing that my strengths lie in Him and, just as I posted the other day about stepping over the fence, it’s time I get on with this. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me!
Is this stirring something in you? I don’t particularly like New Years resolutions and I’m not considering my plans as such. This is something else. This is a stirring in my spirit to follow Him. To cry out to Him when I feel weak and to give Him praise when I go forward in a straight line. I will press in to the One who has been molding me all these years, whose plans are for me not against me, and who amazingly still believes in me after all these years.
Anyone up for the adventure?