This morning, these words arrested my attention:
“May He grant the dreams of your heart and see your plans through to the end.” (Psalm 20:4)
It’s a beautiful prayer, and I sat with it awhile, breathing it in and out, letting it unfold in my heart.
And I realized that sometimes I’m not sure if my dreams matter if they don’t seem spiritual enough or selfless enough. Would God grant the quiet dreams, the ones tucked away for only me, or the ones that maybe wouldn’t change the whole world but might change my world? Do those dreams matter too? Or do all my dreams have to be big, kingdom dreams?
I’m not suggesting that God is some kind of wish-granting genie. But as I let the verse soak into my soul this morning, I felt wrapped in a whisper from the Spirit that said, “All your dreams matter, Adela. Big and small. Simple and profound. All of them.”
And the thing is, if I know my dreams matter to Him and I know that I matter to Him, it becomes a lot easier to trust Him with the outcome for all of it. Because it all matters to Him.
So, friend—what dream have you been afraid might be too silly or too small to dream? Go on and dream it. It matters.