What if I dreamed dreams that were implanted long ago in me? What if I forsook the desires clinging on from earthy lands and let my eyes turn full toward the germination of seeds planted in me by the Unseen Hand, at an unseen time of me. What if the GREAT FARMER began to gain His full harvest out of me? What would that look like in these days of mine?
What would that look like on long, salt and pepper hair, soft worn hands, muck boots and turned up jeans? Would there be goats and garden greens, puppies and prophecy? Would there be me and singing and holding each other's hearts for our whole life long? Would I leave the farm and come home again and again? Would my paths see glory and God's love spread around like those seeds out there behind the wooden fence in the rows? His dreams for us can look like our lives lived out in His will. I think it can.
What if I took a long determined draw from the well of God's desire for my life and accepted no other? What is it? Where is it? What song does it play when needle falls to vinyl, spinning black and fast? Is it a shoutin' song, love song, or ballad? I think it has a rhythm for happy dancing.
What if I've seen it for some time and I only needed to believe anew?
Gaze long and hard, dear girl. Gaze deep and with assurance. There is much there in this deep, dark well of wooing for you, girl. Deep, rich, cool and crisp in your mouth. No fear of swallowing this draw down. No worries in this sweet wondering.
What if nothing could stop the plans He had for me all along this way of life? What if nothing could prevail against a Father's wishes for His girl? For His boy, for His people? What if we all slipped into the flow of it now? Why not now? Why not Saturday in late summer?
Then morning would be sweet to meet, sweet as it is and meeting me with new purpose. Then daytime would see me marching through with sure and steady steps into unknown lands--even the unknown! -maybe even across the street. Sometimes not leaving this chair, I will go far to "heart places" with Him that change everything in my everyday. And when He holds out His dear hand to me again and again, I would not ask many questions as I do now. I would not ask Him, "Why me?" or "Are you sure?" or "Am I qualified?" No, I would grab on with a sure grip and swing high.
He won't let go, I know. I know. I know. :)