Joseph Series: More Than a Dream

The word dream can have a different meaning to different people.

“I have a dream” by Martin Luther King was vastly different than my waking up moments this morning.

I woke up feeling like I had been on a movie set of scripts and roles all night. It was delightfully exhausting. Idea after idea rolled out scene after scene unfolded, but I don’t remember a single one now that I’m awake.

For Joseph’s dream to leave the script of an idea and join the real world, many players many physical realities had to be moved and altered. That meant time; that meant energy; that meant processing for everyone involved. It had to go from what is now to what will be. That meant things had to change, and change is very problematic for the routine.

You probably don’t like change any more than I do, but I want my dreams fulfilled. Not the pleasant dreams I can’t remember from last night, but the ones that are shaping my life and ‘firing my jets.’ The dreams of change, distinction, meaning and significance, those dreams that if uttered might bring risk, challenge, and embarrassment because how dare I? How dare you?

What dreams are making room for you? What secret space of incredible is waiting for you and your “more than all we ask or imagine?” “Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us,” (Ephesians 3:20, NIV)


Remember, change takes time.

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Storm Warning

Sometimes we choose to be in a storm, more often not. Most times storms are arbitrary, large, and totally inconvenient, we get caught. For us, we chose the weekend but not the storms.
Our schedule was made in peace and planning, but would not be storm free.
We heard about them in advance, that’s correct, them, but we still chose to continue. They were the second biggest things on our Doppler. Our role was to keep the schedule as much as we could. The rest would depend on the weather and others dealing with it.
Our first storm started with freezing rain, followed by wet snow, then powder snow, and lots of wind, the perfect snowstorm. We managed to stay in the centre of this storm’s front, for 9 out of 11 hours, for 790 km. We observed that it was at least a 30 car-in-the-ditch storm, a brutal nature’s bashing, long hard day. Later we discovered that 140 accidents happened in that storm that day.
Not to be intimidated, we got up the next morning at 3:00 a.m. to catch a flight (?) into potentially the worst storm in Vancouver Island’s history since 1964. No, we are not Storm Chasers. We are just parents who have adult children that live away from us. From Convocation to relaxation the week was pre-booked frugally executed, and full of adventure.
The second, ‘storm of the century,’ downgraded, once we arrived, and ended up being just rain and wind, average for this time of year.
We could have totally altered our plans, cancelled flights, and booked hotels, but then our goal would have been needlessly wasted.
Invariably, the moment we decide on a goal and begin pursuit, a storm happens. If we quit, we miss out. We probably won’t even know how much we lose, because we never arrive.
What about next time, head through the storm and live the adventure.
Do not fear. Just absolutely respect.

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