Guard My Mouth



Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

~Langston Hughes

When we first hear or think about the word "dream," we often associate it with images or stories given to one that is in a deep sleep, or with some imaginative goal or pursuit for the "if I could do anything I want one day it would be..." type of context. Is it no wonder that as a whole, many people do not believe in the idea of dreaming because they seem either elusive or ephemeral to even grasp? As a child, you cannot imagine that when you are chasing your brother around the house, that you are NOT the quickest detective in the world; that when you are talking to your stuffed animals, you are NOT the most effective teacher in the world; or that when you're doing the latest routine dances, you are NOT the next big choreographer to lead the biggest performer yet to come. What happens as we transition from each social stage that causes the belief in these dreams to diminish and dissipate more and more to the point that we settle for status quo? For what's easiest? For what's most comfortable? It's not just pondering "what happens to a dream deferred" but also remembering to"come like children" as Jesus illustrates how to enter into the kingdom. Jesus here associates children with humility, unwavering trust, and confidence. However, as life experiences mature us, they also harden us. 

As I continue on the journey to my dream fulfillment, I cannot lie and say I haven't experienced road blocks, emotional taxation, and sporadically doubt. But, I have learned that just because my feelings about my dream changes, doesn't mean God's dream in ME changes. Dreams are like seeds delicately planted "while [we] are in the womb." When we receive and accept God's spirit in us, that seed or dream becomes awakened or germinated. Therefore, it is our responsibility to protect it, nurture it, water it and watch it come alive. One way the plant or dream becomes withered is through our words. As much as we can speak life into situations or people, we can also speak death. In the Bible, Zechariah was first told that he was to have a son in his old age through the angel Gabriel. God knew that Zechariah's disbelief or doubt would affect his speech, thereby muting him until the day his son John was born. God basically took away his ability to speak to ensure that death did not befall the dream or seed he wanted to plant into Zechariah. 

It is indeed possible to work toward your dream one day, and the next day contentiously deny that you can even do the very thing you began. As you grow tired of hearing no or seeing a lack of resources to move at the pace YOU think YOU should, you throw in the towel. Falling into this same outcry, I had to remind myself of the very question I posed to a friend just earlier this week: Who would be most impacted if I gave up on my dream? Anything God gives to us is not just to benefit us; it is to bless others. The same is true for our dreams. Yes, the journey can be tumultuous, which can cause us to speak what we feel. But, it is critical to understand that my faith moves God, not my feelings. Therefore, our belief, our faith, and our speech - once aligned - is what allows us to "say to this mountain, move." 


Resurrecting Dead Dreams



In a time where many are brokenhearted, weak, and hopeless, many (whether they are strong believers in the Lord or complete rejecters of Him) will still wail aloud to say, "Where is God in all of this?" When we are led to this point in our lives, we are actually in a place where His presence can ultimately be found. We have tried to figure out much from our own vantage point while the paradox of it is that we only see in part since we do not have the grand view of our Father who sees all things and knows all things.

Inherent Trust

     If you live long enough, you will encounter a person or a situation that will skew or completely diminish your ability to trust completely, fully, and unabashedly. We become experts at placing masks and veils over ourselves to protect and shield us from getting hurt or appearing too vulnerable. Sure, for awhile we believe we are strong; we are better; we are safe; we are wiser - only to be completely ignorant to what true freedom and serenity is all about. Something that our own logic and reasoning and justifications will rarely lead us to - gaining life and freedom is essentially to die to oneself and surrender to the One who gave you life in the first place. Well what does that mean? Scripture tells us that "our lives are hidden in Christ." Until we find Christ, accept Him, and live by faith in Him, our lives and purpose will continue to be an impalpable mystery that is available for us to see, but will not ever really quite SEE  until we are in Him. As we grow to learn about Christ's nature and how much God truly loves us and has always loved us, we begin to respond to the inherent trust that God placed in each of us but we either place it in idols that only lead to the dismantling of its original purpose OR we place God in human terms where we believe He cannot be trusted because of how humans fail us daily. "God is not a man, that He shall lie" (Numbers 23:19). What God says He is, will do. and be is true. We have to daily remind ourselves that His ways will not always look the way we believe they should, but when we look back and look at our triumphs (despite the rocky soil they were planted in), God has and is faithful. What struggle or challenge has not produced greater character within us? What obstacle have we met that has not taught us more about our capabilities? What hurtful situation has not opened a door for new opportunity, new life, or new hope? It is this ongoing principle that reveals that we can and must trust God to be God (Lord and Ruler) of our lives so that we can fully surrender to the unique life He has for each one of us.
   In a short story by Christine Hibbard, she delineates the day she "died" and the life she gained. She went on a river-rafting trip with friends and her boat was suddenly hit by a wave of white water. As she was quickly thrown off the boat, the waves were thundering and hovering over her and she states that she was reminded to "surrender to the flow of the river if tossed overboard." She then states:


     "At that moment, I realized I was going to die. A small voice inside of me said it would be okay to die and become a part of this river rather than apart from it and the process. And that's when I experienced true surrender - the last thing I remember feeling was the great peace of not having to struggle anymore."


     First, let me say how this is another example of God's mercy, faithfulness, and voice to his children. God is forever pursuing us to see His great truths and love in our everyday circumstances - big and small. Though it appeared to be a moment about physical life and death, it galvanized her inner resolve to face life in the very same manner (once she was rescued of course back to the boat:). She learned to "die" to fear, uncertainty, and rebellion and responded to the inherent trust in God's plan and will for her life and that "everything really will be okay." Through constant prayer and relationship with God, she progressively learned to surrender her trust in Him and that our futures are secure in Him when we follow after Him.


     "For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me and the gospel will save it." Mark 8:35

Highway Thinking

     Driving down 495 today, I zone out to Mali Music’s song, “Higher.” Shifting from lane to lane going about 75 miles an hour (don’t judge me) I realize why I enjoy driving on highways vs public streets or any road with lights. I enjoy the continuous and uninterrupted flow of driving - no braking, few pauses - as if my car is gliding across the way. However, when lights are involved, I’m forced to stop and start again, or slow down once my rhythm is reached and it interrupts what feels like my regularly scheduled program. Then I pondered about how I carry this same thinking and expectation into my walk and journey through life. How much road rage do I encounter every time I have to stop what I’m doing because God wants to detour my navigation to either turn here, slow, down, or just stop altogether. There are times when the melodious high of vibing to your favorite songs and feeling the kiss of the wind come to a halt, and you must embrace the traffic jams of life that call for your patience, your reflections, your focus. There are times when all you can do is wait and be patient for the traffic to move. Or when you come to a light - a word of truth, revelation, direction, or His presence - stop and listen to what He’s trying to show you in the wait. I thank my God that He doesn’t keep me on a beltway mode of thinking and that He brings me to places of rest and reflection. I pray to have eyes that continually see and ears to always hear, and a heart that is forever thankful. Teach me more how to rest in you…

I Am Who He Says I Am

     A few years ago, I read such a mind and heart transforming book: The 5 Love Languages written by Gary Chapman. Essentially, he discussed that we all have a primary love language and that if that language is not met or not spoken, then our “love tank” is thus empty. Simultaneously, this also defies the aphorism that we should treat people how we want to be treated. According to this book, this is why those we love do not always feel our intended love because we treat them based upon how WE want to be treated and loved. For example, I learned that my primary love language is Words of Affirmation; this means that I feel loved when I am verbally poured into, affirmed, and edified (this is not at all surprising since I am such a word whore:) Needless to say, when I call myself loving someone by speaking life into them and trying to build their self-esteem, it does not mean that person will respond or receive that love if their primary language is different, say like Physical Touch. If I’m trying to love on them with words and they’re trying to love on me with hugs and kisses, then there’s a language barrier. If only the world would actually apply this thinking which is based upon a humble and sacrificial mentality: have a daily intent to serve and love others based upon how the other feels loved and in turn if others are doing the same, everyone’s love tank would remain full. Where am I going with this?