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Sunday, March 17, 2013

Not a dream deferred, just one long in coming...


For the revelation awaits an appointed time;
    it speaks of the end
    and will not prove false.
Though it linger, wait for it;

    it will certainly come
    and will not delayy. Habakkuk 2:3 (NIV)


I was walking Sando this morning when clarity came. It was 10 years ago that I bought the domain name, “treatmetoafeast.” I’d read several translations of the 23rd Psalm, and 23:5 from the Common English Version resonated with me. (I’m usually a sucker for KJV. I find its poetry dazzling.)
What's next? Dreams expanded. 
Dreams evolved. Dreams realized. 
New dreams…
You treat me to a feast,
    while my enemies watch.
You honor me as your guest,
    and you fill my cup
    until it overflows.

I always talked about writing a cookbook, and even then my faith was very much a part of my life, so Treat Me To A Feast felt right. Yahoo!Mail was offering custom emails, so I bought it. It was years before I even realized I owned the full domain, not just an email-thingy (yes, that’s a technical term) .

Fast forward to November 2010, when I began blogging on a dare. Not knowing anything about the blogosphere, I think I tried to create treatmetoafeast.com, but clearly didn’t know what I was doing. I don’t even remember how beloved ended up in the blog address, but it did. I was excited enough to have created a blog that I could post to, and that people might read. They didn’t. I have less than 100 page views in 2010, only because I accessed my own pages, and my daughter did, trying to encourage me. That wasn’t the point. I wrote, and it made me happy. I wrote, and worked out my stuff. I wrote, and felt the Holy Spirit suffusing me. Sharing lessons that could benefit anyone else was bonus points.

What mattered was there was sown seed. God planted the seed within me to buy that domain name when even I didn't know what it would be, except a first step, my down payment in faith on a future dream. And what of seeds?
I tell you for certain that a grain of wheat that falls on the ground will never be more than one grain unless it dies. But if it dies, it will produce lots of wheat.  If you love your life, you will lose it. If you give it up in this world, you will be given eternal life. If you serve me, you must go with me. My servants will be with me wherever I am. If you serve me, my Father will honor you. 
John 12:24-26 (NIV) 

So, I’m not writing a cookbook (well, I might, some day. I do want to capture the evolution of 5 or so generations of cooking in my family.) I feel my calling is to write. To write  what I know. To write about finding yourself if a wilderness not of your own making, and after wandering around in blind circles and pain, finally hearing the clarion call to move on. To move into a good land, never forgetting the wilderness lessons. And, to write those lessons down, leaving a legacy, like breadcrumbs.

But it all began with a dream. And though I am mindful of the poetry of Langston Hughes, my dream was never deferred. It just wasn’t time yet. I know my dreams will be realized, in God's time, even if I don't know yet what they are. Holley said it best in You are Made for a God-Sized Dream, “God-sized dreams are mysterious…They defy our timing and often our logic…And yet we can’t let them go…Our dreams may be elusive, but He is ever present…”

Matthew Henry’s commentary on Habakkuk 2:3 (NIV) says this…
When we are tossed and perplexed with doubts concerning the methods of Providence, are tempted to think that it is fate, or fortune, and not a wise God, that governs the world, or that the church is abandoned, and God’s covenant with his people cancelled and laid aside, then we must take pains to furnish ourselves with considerations proper to clear this matter.

Trust God. Keep Dreaming. One message written circa 7th century, BC, one published by my friend and mentor two weeks ago. Trust God. Keep Dreaming. “For the revelation awaits an appointed time;  it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come and will not delay.”

What's next? Dreams expanded. Dreams evolved. Dreams realized. New dreams…

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