Godly Gals ~ Lisa Spence

The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of
By: Lisa Spence

As my young friend shared her expectation that God was going to do something “big” in her life, I was a little wistful. Not cynical, but wistful. I do not doubt my friend’s eager faith and I share her excitement as she waits on the Lord, yet I remember my own younger self and my own confident zeal, and I am wistful.

I am forty-one years old. Not old, not at all, but old enough to gain some degree of perspective. There are many good things about forty-one. For one, I am more comfortable in my own skin. The other day as we were leaving for one of the multitude of basketball games we attend this time of year, I remarked that there was time in my life I would have never gone to such an event wearing jeans and tee shirt. “You’re more comfortable now,” my husband told me. Right he is, in more ways than one.

I do miss my younger, aforementioned zeal. Like my friend, I had dreams, and as most dreams go, they were big, bold, amazing dreams. I was going to go! do! accomplish! I was merely waiting on the Lord to color in the lines, fill in the blanks, and grant my hearts’ desire. Oh, I had my insecurities, then same as now, but I had sought so fervently for my calling and purpose that I knew—I knew—He would do all that I expected.

The view at forty-one is a little fuzzier, a little grayer. I’ve discovered that sometimes the Lord grants dreams and sometimes He doesn’t. Sometimes He does more than I can ask or imagine–not by granting me the glamorous life I dreamed of–but by teaching me His sufficiency in the small, ordinary life. I’m ashamed to admit this, but I was so confident He had called me to the “big” that I am sometimes surprised at the “small” that marks my life. Who dreams of the mundane kind of life I lead? No one, at least no one in our culture of significance found in accomplishment.

Jesus’ demand to take up the cross, die to self and follow Him isn’t exactly the stuff dreams are made of but it is exactly the kind of life He calls me to whether my ministry takes place at the speaker’s podium or in the minivan. In fact, in a culture that so highly esteems success and achievement, embracing a life of ordinary obscurity shouts the sufficiency of Christ. He is the Treasure and He is enough. My citizenship is not of this world, why not my dreams as well?

Don’t get me wrong. The Lord does indeed grant some a wide berth of influence and I am grateful for those men and women who proclaim the gospel of Jesus Christ in such public venues. However, He calls far more of us to testify of His supremacy in the humble, simple, small life.

I can’t wait to see the Lord’s faithful provision in my friend’s life. Whatever He asks, wherever He leads, I pray she follows Him in humble, joy-filled submission, seeking His glory in all things, “big” or “small.”

May I do likewise.

Lisa is a stay at home mom of four sons, ages 15, 14, 12, and 10. She resides in Alabama with her husband and children where she spends her days doing laundry and getting in and out of the suburban. Lisa loves the Lord Jesus and finds great delight in studying and teaching His Word. A few of her favorite things include coffee, books, and dark chocolate, or a combination thereof. She is sometimes on her back porch enjoying all three. Read more of her reflections at Lisa writes….

I sincerely hope and pray that you are enjoying this Godly Gals series as much as I am. I’ve been blessed to meet these incredible women of God and glean from their wisdom and grace. I also know that there are so many more of you out there waiting to be heard. No, not for your sake, but for the sake of the message that He has laid on your heart.

I’d love to encourage you to take some time today to find out more about what Godly Gals is all about. Send me an email at melsworldministry {at} gmail {dot} com for more information.

Seeking JOY on the Journey,

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  1. Excellent, Mel. My heart goes out to our stay at home moms and full time homemakers. Our society puts such emphasis on insignificant jobs and sometimes fails to uplift what I consider the most significant – raising people.

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