Sometimes I find it really hard to write a blog post. There is something about sharing and being vulnerable that makes it really easy to put off. But I know that one day I will back and be grateful for this blog. Documenting such a pivotal part of my journey.
I had a dream a few nights ago.
There were people gathering for a war. Lot of superhero’s all gathering. It was in a house I recognized and felt at home in. (I have dreamed of this place before) People fixing weapons. The group went to the horizon. My family wasn’t there.
When I woke up the lord spoke to me.
This is my promise to you. Your home would be a commend center for the war that rages around you.
Now. This is completely unsettling. Not because my family wasn’t there or there was this large group of people. But that it was my home. My responsibility. I feel like even now what the Lord called me to do is to big, now he wants my home to be this command center. How do you even go about doing that?
As I have been pondered this dream I think about how long I have been preparing for this step of the journey. Hindsight definitely makes it easier. I remember graduating from UB and wanting to move. But I ended up staying in Buffalo. God knew our relationship wouldn’t thrive if I had moved. Seeing how this move has tested my relationship day in and day out. It wouldn’t have gone well at all. I could go on and on about how I have been being prepared for years to take this step. But the thing is none of it would have mattered if I wasn’t obedient. I could have moved out of Buffalo prematurely or ignore the little things God asked of me. Like learning guitar, not drinking, or listening to only worship music.
All of those things aren’t silly now. They are lifelines that I hold onto for dear life in this major transition.
The dream seems daunting but I know that when it comes to fruition I have been prepared since birth for it. It isn’t some half baked idea. It’s literally the life designed for me by my creator. I simply have to be obedient in his callings.