To you who identify yourselves with the title dreamer and who have before you a vision: YEAH!!!
I am a dreamer, but I rarely admitted this to myself. You wanna know why? So called “dreamers” have awful reputations among the people who are working and sweating. They are thought to be those who doodle genius stuff on the corners of journals, who muse at million-dollar ideas, find ways to absolutely change the world, but then simply yawn, sit on their hands, look out the window, change their minds, and don’t chase the thing. I hate this… so much. I used to roll my eyes when I’d hear someone call themselves a dreamer, because to me, dreamers weren’t doers. Dreamers never woke up.
But here’s my revelation: I changed my mind about the meaning of the word.
People might think they’re dreamers, but if they haven’t gotten off of their gluteus, guess what: they’re not real dreamers. Counting them as such is the reason for this terrible reputation. Maybe they can ‘raise awareness’ to someone else’s dream and change their profile picture for 23 hours, but don’t get mixed up, because they are slowly carrying their dreams to their graves. Their hearts are cold. We pray for their new hearts.
You are a dreamer, and let me tell you what being a dreamer means:
Dreamer, you believe in your dreams with courageous and faithful actions.
You have seen the end from the beginning and therefore you know how to work backwards to the baby step of the start. You are not afraid to fail, because the worst that could happen is the world remain the way it is.
Dreamer, you realize that you only have so much time on earth, so you squander less of it with pointless rubbish.
You begin to anticipate the hand-off of your dreams to the next generation, because your dreams are so real that they must must must continue.
You love hard and surround yourself with people who are passionate to make a difference.
You know that the Lord rewards you by the intention of your heart, not the reaction of the world. You listen for heaven’s roaring applause when the world is cricket-quiet.
You know that you can only harvest after a long season of sowing. Sowing doesn’t look like winning, but it is. Oh, how it is.
You don’t let discouragement settle into your bones. When you feel it creeping up, you raise up your warriors and shake it off, shake it off.
Dreamer, you introduce God’s innovations into reality, and you realize it’s a holy calling. Whoa.
You let yourself REST and you know that there are seasons that look really backwards and outwardly unproductive, and that’s okay, because you know the progress happening on the inside.
You have decided that you can bring forth however much God says you can bring forth. You gave up on logic a long, long time ago, because all logic does is tell you there’s a limit. You don’t have a limit. You have a God.
Dreamer, you know who your Papa is, and that adds a strut to your walk. You own the place.
You buy into a process, and you know that some things take time and some things can be miraculously sped up. You rely on trust that God will finish what He started. You know God lives outside of time, and so you faithfully step into an eternity mindset.
You know that God wants your dream more than you do. But God wants YOU much more than He wants the dream. It’s always about love.
You know that God would love you just the same even if you completely halted. Which only makes you love God more, and joyfully go after your vision.
You know that it all started with a whisper, a teeny tiny whisper within, about greatness.
You stopped and asked Jesus about it. He said that you could be the one who brings fresh greatness into reality. You could be the one who sees on earth as it is in heaven, in your own way. You could be a dreamer who wakes up. And you don’t take your greatness to the grave. You can look at anything great and realize whoever did it started out as an infant. They had no extra time or strength or wisdom that you can’t tap into. You have the love and favor of the King of Kings. This race is yours. On your marks, baby.