Children of Dreams by Lorilyn Roberts

Author:Lorilyn Roberts
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Virtualbookworm.com Publishing, Incorporated
Published: 2009-04-01T04:00:00+00:00

This poem hangs in my home as a reminder to me that I must give God my dreams. If I hold on to them, God can’t fix them, and if anybody has a laundry list of broken dreams, I would surely fit the bill. Not because I am “bad” but because God is not done yet. The final chapter hasn’t been written. For some of us, it won’t be written until we get to Heaven.

Everybody has heard the cliché, “God has a wonderful plan for our lives.” My life did not seem wonderful, but that was also because God wasn’t done. My ex-husband told the judge in our divorce hearing, “I took away her dreams.” Maybe he thought he did, but I refused to give him that much credit. God had to delay fulfillment of my dreams until I was ready to receive them, gift wrapped by suffering, that could only be opened by willing, submissive hands for His purposes.

I had always wanted to be a writer. I wrote poetry all through school and wrote my first unpublished book when I was fourteen. I relished the thought of writing a term paper and never received less than an “A.”

My dreams to be a writer were dashed when I was told by my parents, “You have to do something where you can make money.” The old, well-played tapes still threaten to drown out God’s quieter voice that speaks to my soul. I have to turn the volume down on the world to make sure I don’t miss what God is speaking to my heart.

After my dreams to be a writer were crushed, I dropped out of college and enrolled in court reporting school. I was writing, just not the kind of writing I had envisioned, but God wasn’t finished.

I spent a few minutes with my calculator to discover something interesting besides how much I owe in taxes. After twenty years of court reporting and ten years of captioning, I figured I have written about one million pages in the last thirty years.

Meaningless! Meaningless!’ Says the Teacher. ‘Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless (Ecclesiastes 1:2).

Probably ninety-nine percent of all those words, flowing from ten fingers that thump effortlessly on a magic keyboard turning funny-looking symbols into words, will burn up in the final days of God’s judgment. Many of them are words I don’t want to remember dating back to my court reporting days filled with depositions of people I have long forgotten and never wanted to know in the first place. I also wish to forget intimidating lawyers who argued over exhibits ranging from where to store backyard dirt to a dead cricket uncovered in a can of beans.

I have always lamented that so much of what I wrote would burn up when God cleanses the earth of sin. It was and still is a rather depressing thought that most of my court reporting or captioning is so displeasing to God. (Not the occupation, but the adversarial nature of the proceedings that take place in court and the horrid stories that captioners write reporting the news.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.